A super-rich tycoon? No, just call me the gentlemanly gigolo.

"Young Master Jiang, please make way."

Lu Man, expressionless, grabbed her bag and coat from the bed and reached out to pull away Jiang Ye, who was blocking her way:

"I'm taking the train tonight to Dajing to start a new and wonderful life. If I'm any later, I'll miss the No. 2 bus."

"Tsk..."

Jiang Ye pursed his lips, giving her a "I was just joking, why did you take it seriously?" look, and pushed Lu Man back onto the bed.

"Xiao Lu, look at you, I was just joking with you, why did you take it seriously?"

He slowly extended his hand, his tone becoming serious:

"I'll talk to you about the salary in detail after I'm done with this. Don't worry, it'll be in ten days at most... cough... um, can I borrow your phone for now?"

"what?"

Lu Man's face darkened. She wanted to leave but didn't dare to actually go. All she could do was mentally curse the shamelessness and lack of principles of the bastard opposite her.

but......

Ten days...

Logically speaking, if the other party really wanted to get something for free, given their influence, Lu Man could only silently endure it. There's no reason why they would create another ten days, right?

Well......

It's hard to say.

This guy is a bit too perverted; who knows what new twisted pleasures he might have waiting for him later.

As she pondered this, she took out her phone, about to hand it over, when a sudden thought struck her, and she abruptly pulled it back the moment the other person took it:

"Damn it! You're not thinking of returning that 1600, are you?!"

"Holy crap!"

Jiang Ye was immediately shocked and looked aggrieved, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

"Comrade Lu Man! You are insulting my character! You are insulting my integrity! How could I, Jiang Ye, possibly care about a mere 1597 yuan?! Do you think I'm that kind of person?!"

"Hmph, you better be."

Lu Man looked at him suspiciously, opened WeChat to accept the transfer, and then handed the phone back to him.

"Then why do you need my phone?"

"Uh... I just wanted to see your phone case. Hmm, it's really nice."

Lu Man: "???"

"Alright, alright, stop fooling around."

While the two were bickering, Lin Wanxing had already given Ye Cheng a brief update on WeChat.

【Okay, got it. By the way, Wanxing, could you keep an eye on him for me? I heard that hotels sometimes make phone calls and slip out cards in the middle of the night, so you'd better keep a close eye on him all night and make sure he doesn't wander off.】

Seeing the reply from the other side, she finally breathed a sigh of relief and interrupted their exchange:

Have you had dinner tonight?

"No." Jiang Ye shook his head.

"No." Lu Man shook her head as well.

"I just saw that this suite has a small kitchen, and it's quite well-equipped. I'll go out and buy some groceries, and then I'll cook something simple when I get back."

"Cooking?"

Lu Man, who was intently watching Jiang Ye's changing expression and trying to find irrefutable evidence of his "pain," was slightly taken aback:

"Why not just have the hotel deliver it? Or order takeout? Why bother making it in the first place?"

"Restaurant food is usually high in oil and salt, which isn't very healthy. I haven't eaten at five-star hotels, but it seems about the same. And..."

She glanced at Jiang Ye beside her, whose lips were twitching wildly as if he had lost money, coughed lightly, and added, almost as if possessed:

"Jiang Ye is used to eating my cooking; he doesn't like eating out."

"Oh? Miss Lin seems to be implying something?" Lu Man raised an eyebrow.

My words had a hidden meaning.

Lin Wanxing interrupted her with a stern face, grabbed her coat, and threw it at her:

"Get dressed, and come with me to buy groceries."

"Should I go too?"

"What else? You order takeout yourself?"

"..."

Lu Man frowned and hesitated for a moment.

She could completely understand why this woman surnamed Lin disliked her.

When she was managing the bar, many female companions of the customers disliked her as the manager, fearing that she would seduce their men. It's normal for them to have a sense of crisis, especially with this "mistress" in front of them.

Anyway, she had no intention of staying with this bastard. The important thing now was how to get the 80 yuan before he lost interest in her.

Go grocery shopping with this woman who seems to have been promoted; maybe I can take the opportunity to get some information out of her and find out what the real benefits and treatment are like.

Thinking of this, Lu Man simply nodded and stood up:

"Alright, let's do it together. It'll be good for me to get some exercise too."

"Okay, Jiang Ye, let's go now."

Seeing that the other party agreed, Lin Wanxing gave a light hum and turned to look at Jiang Ye:

"On your way back, should I stop by An... and explain what happened earlier?"

"No need. There are probably eyes and ears of that old man outside. Just go in and out normally, and come back quickly."

Jiang Ye waved his hand casually, and the two women got dressed and left one after the other.

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In the living room, Zhou Rong remained seated on the sofa with his hands crossed and resting on his chin, like a statue.

Seeing the two women come out, he glanced at the ticking second hand on his watch, hesitated for a moment, but still didn't get up to draw the curtains.

If the curtains don't move at a certain time, it means the plan has changed, all plans are suspended, and we are waiting for further instructions.

To be honest, Zhou Rong was genuinely taken aback this time.

If he were still the thug who dared to go out and fight with a stick thirty years ago, he wouldn't be afraid of anything the other party did, after all, ignorance is bliss.

But things are different now.

He understands.

He knows everything.

There are only two explanations for being able to write down the lottery winning numbers a day in advance.

First: Foresight.

Although it sounded absurd, Zhou Rong had indeed carefully considered this possibility in his mind. After all, there were too many things in this world that he did not understand, and during his years in Southeast Asia, he had seen many things that science could not explain.

However, he ultimately rejected this conjecture.

The simplest logic is that if the other party truly possessed such extraordinary precognitive abilities, why would they need to come and discuss cooperation with him?

You can become the world's richest person simply by betting on sports and speculating in stocks; there's no need for these complicated schemes.

The second possibility is...

The other party's background is powerful enough to influence or even control the lottery center.

Although equally unheard of and equally horrifying, he could think of no other answer.

Just now, in order to verify the winning numbers for this draw, he even risked using special equipment to log into the external network and trace back to the domestic network to check the numbers.

It's still exactly the same.

Even the order hasn't changed.

Combined with the other party's erratic thinking, abstract expressions, arrogant demeanor, and overbearing style, as well as the intelligence sent back from below...

Northern Dragon Lord, Dragon Chief...

These seemingly absurd fragments, illuminated by the glow of the lottery numbers, suddenly ceased to be a joke.

so......

Next, how should we approach Jiang Shao, who is unpredictable and has a mysterious background?

Should they continue to maintain their "cautious businessman" persona?

Or should you take the initiative to show goodwill and test the other party's attitude?

Zhou Rong fell into deep thought.

Time passed second by second.

He still had his hands crossed, resting on his chin, deep in thought about the next steps.

"Click".

The sound of the door being pushed open interrupted his thoughts.

"Ms. Lin, no wonder you got a permanent position. I have to say, I really admire you. Making braised pork in a hotel? I never imagined anyone would do that in my life. Don't you find it troublesome?"

"It's nothing. I just feel like he probably ate something quick and easy for lunch again, so he needs something substantial for dinner. But it can't be too greasy, so I'll just make a small dish to satisfy his craving."

Zhou Rong: "..."

He watched as the two women calmly disappeared into the kitchen, seemingly oblivious to his presence, and couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

Ah, just as I expected.

If the other party really had such an influential background, how could his girlfriend be so easily fooled?

Becoming a full-time employee...

It seems this woman is either a mistress or simply a cook...

That's incredibly arrogant!

This completely disregarded Zhou Rong and looked down on the chef of the five-star hotel, and directly cooked a meal in his room!

It seems I was right.

Only this way, there is no other way.

Holmes said it well—

When you have eliminated the impossibles, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.

When you eliminate all the impossible scenarios, what remains, however unbelievable, is the truth.

Perhaps I really need to completely change my mindset and think carefully about how to have a real conversation with this mysterious and unpredictable "Young Master Jiang" when it's light tomorrow.