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Ye Wei glanced at Little Four and Abiao, who discreetly walked away. He then bowed slightly and said, "This matter is unfortunate for us; let's not discuss responsibility for now. In short, everyone has suffered losses, but I have lost everything. It seems I will find it hard to recover in this lifetime. I accept this; it's all my fault for being too greedy. As for what happens next, Third Brother, you can handle it as you see fit, just act with your conscience."
Hey, Ye Wei has come up with this tactic, neither soft nor hard, making it a bit difficult to deal with. Ye Wu took a sip of tea, thought for a moment, and said, "Second Brother, let's leave this matter here. If the police investigate, I will take full responsibility and will never implicate you."
Ye Wei nodded and after pondering for a while asked, "Is there someone behind this? Why is it so coincidental?"
"No," Ye Wu replied. "I checked; it really was a coincidence. As soon as the convoy set off, we ran into police roadblocks. This time they were cracking down on a major murder case, so every passing vehicle was thoroughly inspected. When they checked our vehicle, a bottle of medicine just happened to fall out, and that's how the matter was exposed." Ye Wu briefly explained the situation to Ye Wei.
Ye Wei shook his head helplessly. As he walked out of the hall, he resembled an injured lamb; the former imposing presence of the chairman had vanished. This blow had indeed wounded his vitality.
In a well-known club called Shanghang, two people were fencing. The man was somewhat burly while the other person appeared to be a woman; her slender and tall figure moved gracefully, leaving the man flustered.
After playing for a while, the woman removed her helmet and laughed with a voice like silver bells, "Not bad; you're quite clever and have a high level of understanding. You've grasped the essentials in no time. You should know that I've been fencing for seven or eight years."
As the man walked while removing his helmet, it turned out to be Fei Hu. How did he end up fencing? The woman was none other than KTV boss Tang Lan. When Fei Hu called her that afternoon, she asked him to join her for some fencing practice, leading to their earlier encounter.
After changing clothes, the two sat in a café next to the fencing room, listening to soft music while slowly savoring freshly brewed hot coffee. Fei Hu slightly raised his head and glanced at Tang Lan across from him. She indeed possessed an extraordinary aura; at over forty years old, her well-maintained face showed no signs of wrinkles. Her slender figure could rival that of women in their twenties.
Tang Lan gently took a sip of coffee and flipped through a magazine before softly asking, "You seem not to enjoy talking much."
Her voice was refreshing like spring breeze. Fei Hu couldn't help but look up; the woman before him had her hair elegantly tied up and wore a subtly beautiful smile on her delicate face. The second button of her white shirt was undone, faintly revealing a pair of ample curves beneath. Her legs appeared even longer under the tight-fitting jeans.
Tang Lan noticed Fei Hu staring blankly at her and softly asked, "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"
Fei Hu then realized he had lost his composure; he quickly smiled and said, "No, it's just that you're incredibly beautiful; one glance makes it hard to look away."
"Well, you are indeed bold and straightforward, but unfortunately, I don't like men telling me I'm good-looking in front of me," Tang Lan said as she looked at her magazine.
Fei Hu hit a soft spot and found himself at a loss. This woman was strange; she had handed him her business card and said she wanted to meet him, yet when they met, it was all about fencing and coffee. Unlike other women, she didn't like hearing that she was beautiful. Did she want me to say she's ugly for her to be happy? Fei Hu really couldn't understand Tang Lan's thoughts.
Time passed slowly as Fei Hu sat quietly, watching the night gradually descend outside the window. It was then that Tang Lan put down her magazine, smiled, and said, "Do you think I'm a bit strange?"
"No, generally speaking, capable people have a bit of personality; you should belong to this category," Fei Hu replied naturally. He had quoted Ye Cheng's words, not expecting them to come in handy today.
Upon hearing this, Tang Lan nodded with a hint of happiness. She lightly laughed and said, "Well, I underestimated you a bit; you have some knowledge. Tell me, what book do you like to read the most?"
"The Art of War; I read it when I was young," Fei Hu blurted out without thinking.
Tang Lan nodded lightly and said, "You have more personality than I do; you're quite a unique person. Watching your skills last night was indeed surprising. Without over ten years of hard training, it's hard to reach your level."
Fei Hu nodded and humbly said, "Chinese martial arts are vast and profound; there are always stronger practitioners out there. I've only practiced a little on the surface for fitness purposes. What happened last night was out of necessity; I took a risk."
"That's not true; you're not being honest. It's clear that you must often take action. Your adaptability in the moment and the speed and skill of your combat indicate that without real combat experience, mere practice wouldn't suffice. Can you tell me what your current profession is?" Tang Lan smiled brightly, making it difficult for anyone to lie.
After a moment's thought, Fei Hu replied naturally, "I'm a security guard at Shengwei Group in City A. I'm not sure if you've heard of it. I work there as a security guard. This time I came on a business trip with a colleague from the company; I happened to pass through Shanghang and unexpectedly ran into Tang Zong—just a bit of luck on my part."
"Haha, you really are hard to read; you're definitely not just a security guard. You must have other identities as well. It's evident that you frequent various places, so your character has changed somewhat with your environment. You give off an impression of being variable—your personality seems unpredictable yet honest and principled while also having a street-smart smoothness that hints at some cunning. If I evaluate you this way, you won't be unhappy, will you?" Tang Lan's gaze was piercing as if she could see through Fei Hu's thoughts.
Indeed, in this vast world filled with talented individuals, Tang Lan's observations were spot on. Fei Hu smiled and said, "Thank you for your evaluation; it's quite accurate. You're remarkable."
Tang Lan shook her head slightly and said dismissively, "What does that count for? It's just that I'm good at observing. Just now when you thought I wasn't doing much, I was actually observing you in secret. I wanted to see what kind of person you really are and whether you're worth my attention."
"Is it worth it or not?" Fei Hu asked with a smile.
Tang Lan waved her hand, signaling the waiter to bring another cup of coffee for both her and Fei Hu. Then she smiled and said, "It's okay, but I forgot to mention earlier that you are quite lecherous. However, that's not a major flaw; it's a common trait among men. Some are a bit restrained, while you are too straightforward. But on the other hand, it shows that you are honest and straightforward, without too many pretenses. That's why you have such good luck with women. Just like last night, a man had three beautiful women accompanying him."
Fei Hu was stunned to hear this; how did Tang Lan understand him so well? It was as if she had been present during last night's events and knew everything.
Seeing Fei Hu in a daze, Tang Lan's expression changed, and she said very seriously, "I was just joking with you earlier. Now let's talk business. I really admire your skills and your character. I would like to offer you a high-paying position as my personal assistant. I will teach you some management tasks, and your main job will be to accompany me or represent me at various social events. The pay will be good, including accommodation. Besides your salary, depending on my mood, tips will definitely be generous. What do you think?"
Fei Hu felt like he had stumbled upon a windfall; such good conditions would tempt anyone. He was indeed a bit moved and slowly sipped his coffee while starting to consider the offer.
Tang Lan seemed in no hurry for his answer; she quietly sat there and began looking at the magazines on the table.
There is no such thing as a free lunch. Since he was young, his grandfather had always taught him this phrase. Faced with such an enticing offer, Fei Hu couldn't help but recall his grandfather's words. Tang Lan was neither a fool nor a philanthropist; why would she offer him such favorable treatment? He understood that his skills were primarily for fighting, which made him hesitate.
"Have you thought it over?" Tang Lan put down the magazine and looked at Fei Hu with an emotional gaze.
At that moment, men fear nothing more than being looked at by women in such a way. Fei Hu quickly lowered his head and chuckled softly, "This is a bit sudden. Besides, I'm quite familiar with A City now. Please allow me to go back and think it over tonight; I will give you a satisfactory answer."
"Alright, you truly are a man of feelings and intentions; I didn't misjudge you," Tang Lan said as she stood up.
Fei Hu glanced at the time; it had passed too quickly—it was already ten o'clock at night. After leaving the club, he politely declined Tang Lan's offer to drive him home and walked alone on the road back to the hotel, feeling increasingly uncertain about his decision.
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