Who wants to take the civil service exam after being reborn?

Chapter 505 Performing Arts, Not Selling Oneself

Although this request was a bit excessive, Chen hesitated in the face of the people's earnest expectations.

"Hurry up! This is important."

Huang Cancan pulled her clothes down a little more, adopting a "take it or leave it" attitude.

"Okay, okay."

With dry lips, Chen found it hard to refuse such a request, especially from a good citizen like herself who enjoys helping others.

"Well……"

However, the moment the man's lips touched her neck, Huang Cancan felt a tingling, numb pain on her skin, mixed with a slight itch.

Her inner M-type tendencies seemed to be stirred up, and she couldn't help but let out a comfortable groan.

Immediately afterward, as more and more hot breath sprayed onto her collarbone, Huang Cancan's breathing became increasingly rapid, and her arm somehow found its way to the man's body to prevent herself from losing her balance and falling.

Not far away, the lively sounds of various private rooms in the Fishermen's Village could be heard, with people clinking glasses and exchanging toasts, creating a very festive atmosphere.

But from the entrance to this dimly lit fire escape staircase, came a "sucking" sound, like a baby drinking milk.

After a while, Huang Cancan felt that it was about time, but she was reluctant to push it away, so she could only unconsciously squeeze her legs together and continue to enjoy the stolen pleasure.

until……

"Fuck you, you can't even handle this little thing properly, and you're calling me for help?"

A voice suddenly came from afar, growing louder as it approached.

Chen suddenly looked up and exchanged a glance with the trembling woman. They both recognized Wang Youqing's voice.

"Bah!"

Chen reacted quickly, raising his hand to close the door.

Actually, for a bastard like Wang Youqing, it wouldn't matter if he saw it, but a person's first reaction is always to think about hiding the "evidence".

A few seconds later, Wang Youqing was already outside the door.

"Tell your manager to get over here. I'm going to smash his head in..."

While Wang Youqing was grumbling and talking, he tugged at the doorknob.

He probably wanted to find a quiet place to make a phone call, so he came here.

"Bang! Bang!"

Seeing that he couldn't pry it open, he muttered under his breath, "What a stupid restaurant, even the door's locked... Hey, fucking louder, it's a bit noisy here..."

On the other side of the door, Chen was gripping the handle tightly.

Wang Youqing didn't expect there would be anyone inside, let alone that it would be Chen Zhe and Huang Cancan. He thought it was a problem with the restaurant.

He simply put his hands on his hips and started talking on the phone outside.

The fire escape staircase is rarely used, and closing the door not only creates a strong smell but also prevents the air conditioner from getting in. Before long, Chen Zhe and Huang Cancan were sweating.

The key issue with Wang Youqing seems quite thorny, and in order to resolve it, he made several phone calls.

"That idiot..."

Chen couldn't take it anymore and couldn't help but mutter a word.

But then, I suddenly felt a chill on my forehead.

Chen looked over and saw that Huang Cancan was taking out a wet wipe from her bag and gently wiping away his sweat.

Why are you carrying a bag?

Chen asked in a low voice.

Huang Cancan tiptoed and whispered in the man's ear, "Because I won't be going back to the private room later."

"what?"

Chen Zhe didn't quite understand.

Although this social event is almost over, it's generally advisable to go back and say hello.

"...You fucking get this done right now, or you're in big trouble!"

Wang Youqing finally finished his phone call, and then, with a gait befitting his weight, he went home with a "thump-thump-thump" sound.

Outside, it finally quieted down.

Huang Cancan quietly opened the door a crack, first glancing warily to make sure it was "safe" before fully opening it.

The two of them exhaled simultaneously, finally feeling the cold air again and seeing the light.

For some reason, Chen suddenly felt a strange sense of absurd humor, like "the other person's family suddenly comes back while you're having an affair, and you hide under the bed."

"If I go back like this..."

Huang Cancan pointed to a purplish-red mark on her neck and explained, "Others will definitely have something to say."

"Yes."

Chen suddenly realized that even if Huang Cancan hadn't reminded him, he would have figured it out eventually.

However, Chen felt quite guilty because Sister Chest Tremor took the initiative to consider things from his perspective.

Huang Cancan probably noticed the fleeting guilt on Chen Zhe's face, so she took Chen Zhe's hand and shook it, saying as if to comfort him, "You did a really good job this time. If those little bitches in the office saw this, they'd definitely think we were having a wild time!"

"Thank you dad!"

Huang Cancan gave Chen a satisfied kiss on the cheek: "I'm leaving now, goodbye."

After saying that, Sister Chest Trembling didn't wait for Chen's reaction and took a few steps forward with her small bag.

Suddenly turning around, I found Chen Zhe still standing in the same spot.

Huang Cancan waved, signaling Chen to hurry back to the private room.

Chen nodded with a smile.

Huang Cancan smiled, her face beaming like a radiant flower. She stood there for a moment, gazing at the scene before happily leaving. For some reason, Chen's mood suddenly turned somewhat low.

……

It wasn't until they returned to the private room and Wang Youqing, that idiot, urged them to drink that their mood gradually improved.

No one knows what Chen Zhe just did, but someone noticed that Huang Cancan is missing.

Where's Can Can?

After clinking glasses with her boss, Song Qing asked curiously.

"Oh, she had to leave early."

Chen replied without changing his expression.

Song Qing's eyes flickered. She had clearly noticed that the big boss and Huang Cancan left one after the other.

"Mr. Wang said that you're going to inspect a mobile phone factory tonight?"

Song Qing didn't ask about Huang Cancan's matter, but instead changed the subject.

"Ah."

Chen looked Song Qing up and down: "If we really want to enter the manufacturing industry, do you have time to oversee it?"

"I only have one life. If the boss insists that I work myself to the bone until my dying breath, then I have no problem."

Song Qing said with a smile, "But I'll have to trouble Mr. Chen to support my younger siblings through university."

"OK then."

Chen Zhe knew he was asking too much. Song Qing managed over 100 stores, and the daily lives of nearly 1000 people were on her mind. She slept even less than he did every day.

"President Song, please take good care of your health."

"Boss, you are the one who can't be separated from us."

……

After drinking the last cup of reunion wine, everyone began to retreat, but in different batches.

Sang Xianzhu from the advertising company has to go back to work overtime; the latest sample photos need to be ready tomorrow.

Qu Baoguo accompanied Miao Ming and Yang Guang to the club for a good time.

Chen Zhe and Wang Youqing were heading to a mobile phone factory in Baiyun District.

Song Qing also needed to return to the office; half of the stores were about to change locations, and she had a lot of work to do.

The things each person does seem to represent their image and responsibilities in society.

Zhu Xiuxiu almost left with Song Qing. In a daze, she thought it was a class reunion and that she would leave arm in arm with a familiar female classmate after the party ended.

Just as she reached the door, she remembered her current identity, stuck out her tongue, and quietly returned to Chen's back.

After Chen Zhe and Miao Ming finished exchanging pleasantries, he and Wang Youqing got into the back seat of the S600, and Zhu Xiuxiu followed suit and sat in the passenger seat.

As night deepened, there were far fewer vehicles on the road than during the day. The shards of sunlight from the streetlights dappled the windshields, and the shadows of trees flashed past the car windows like lines of faded old dreams.

The carriage was quiet; even the usually boisterous Wang Youqing was resting with his eyes closed.

"Thank you, Senior Sister."

Chen suddenly called out to Zhu Xiuxiu, who was staring blankly into space.

"Ah... boss?"

Zhu Xiuxiu responded quickly; she is truly quick to understand.

What insights did you gain from today's experience as a secretary?

Chen asked with a smile.

"Um……"

Zhu Xiuxiu was deep in thought, occasionally a beam of car headlights shone on her face, and it seemed that in just a few hours, she had grown a lot.

"It's really not easy, especially since I still don't know how much my monthly salary is."

All her thoughts and feelings can be summed up in this simple yet profound statement.

"Hahaha!"

Wang Youqing opened his eyes, amused: "But it's also very prestigious. You'll gradually realize the value of being the founder's chief secretary in the future."

"Don't listen to Mr. Wang's flattery."

Chen waved his hand, his gaze deep, as if reflecting the myriad lights of skyscrapers: "Being a secretary is an opportunity, but being able to hold onto it is a skill. Anyway, Sister Zhu, remember that when the wind rises, the first flame to go out is often the one closest to the wick."

Zhu Xiuxiu said with a bitter face, "Boss, please speak in plain language. I really don't understand what you mean."

"What he means is..."

Wang Youqing also quite liked this little secretary, so he advised her: "Make sure you are on the same side as him in everything, otherwise if he falls, you will be the first to be implicated."

"so serious?"

Zhu Xiuxiu had no idea what difficulties could possibly defeat the energetic founder of the Tracing Back project.

However, President Song seems to have mentioned something similar, namely, that it is essential to align one's interests with those of the big boss.

"Everything else is easy."

After thinking for a long time, Zhu Xiuxiu said, "There's only one thing I can't agree to."

"what?"

Chen Zhe and Wang Youqing asked at the same time.

"I sell my art, not my body."

Senior Sister Zhu said firmly.

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(Let's see if I can stay up all night and finish another chapter tonight.)
(End of this chapter)