The Heiress's Game

Nan Zhenquan is the general manager of the Xuecheng branch. He worked at Daheng Group for more than ten years, climbing up from a technician on the construction site to his current position. He got his position through real ability.

The Daheng Group mainly deals in real estate. In a market as large as Syracuse, those who can sit in the top position of a branch are no ordinary people.

Nan Zhenquan has spent half his life in this industry, dealing with all sorts of tough deals and dealing with all sorts of difficult departments, but the most difficult people to serve are always the members of the He family.

The notice came directly from headquarters: the third son, He Jiawei, was coming to Xuecheng for an "inspection" and his accommodation was arranged at a resort under the group.

The notice also included a list of precautions sent by the accompanying staff. Nan Zhenquan opened it and frowned immediately—from the air conditioning temperature of the airport pickup vehicle to the types of flowers in the rooms, from the origin of the food ingredients to the water quality standards of the swimming pool, there were several points listed just for the swimming pool:

It must be an infinity pool with a constant water temperature of 28 degrees Celsius. Tap water is not allowed; mineral water must be used, and the brand specified is Evian from France.

"The Third Young Master is coming, so we'll treat him with the highest honors." Nan Zhenquan sat in the main seat of the conference room, his tone calm, but none of the people below dared to take it lightly.

Everyone knows how extravagant the He family is. Especially the eldest son, He Jiadong, whose meticulousness is well-known throughout the entire group—he hates waiting for elevators and insists that the elevator doors be always open for him, no matter which branch he goes to.

When He Jiadong visited the Nanjing Chemical Company branch last time, they specially arranged for eight people to manage the elevators, and two people to stand guard at the elevator entrance and press the open button.

Two people were in the control room monitoring the surveillance footage and reporting in real time where the eldest son was. Two people were on standby at the elevator in case of malfunction. And two people were at the garage elevator entrance, holding walkie-talkies and keeping pace with their colleagues above.

This was all to ensure that the eldest son could go upstairs without any pauses from getting out of the car.

Nan Zhenquan had also heard of the reputation of the Third Young Master He Jiawei.

This young master wasn't as perverted as his older brother, but he was just as particular about his pomp and circumstance, and even more extravagant.

The entire Syracuse branch then entered a state of high alert.

The cleaning team wiped the villa inside and out three times. The kitchen airlifted the ingredients one by one according to the menu of the accompanying personnel. Even a scenic path that the Third Young Master might pass by was repaved with pebbles.

Nan Zhenquan personally took charge of the swimming pool.

"Drain the water. Wipe the pool walls three times with a professional cleaner, making sure there's no limescale left."

He rolled up his sleeves, squatted down by the pool, touched the grout lines of the pool wall with his finger, then looked up at the engineering department staff and said...

"Re-seale this seam. When the Third Young Master comes swimming, there can't be any flaws."

Mineral water was transported into the resort by truckload, and Nanbu Town, along with several employees, squatted by the pool, unscrewing the caps of Evian bottles and pouring the water in.

Someone suggested drilling a hole directly in the bottle cap, but he glared at him and said, "If bottle cap fragments fall into the water, are you going to fish them out?"

The Third Young Master drinks Evian water, and the water he swims in must also be Evian, and it must be Evian bottles that have been unscrewed one by one—this is not about showing off, it's about attitude.

He personally monitored the thermometer to ensure that the constant temperature system kept the water temperature at 28 degrees Celsius, with an error of no more than 0.5 degrees Celsius.

The towels by the pool were folded into neat squares, the bathrobes hung on a spotless hanger, and even the angle of the slippers had been adjusted three times.

Nan Zhenquan stood by the pool, watching the crystal-clear mineral water shimmering in the sunlight. He felt that although the whole thing was absurd, at least he had done it to the best of his ability.

Finally, the Third Young Master's convoy arrived.

He Jiawei got out of the Rolls-Royce, wearing a white hoodie and holding a French Bulldog in his arms.

Nan Zhenquan went up to him, personally led the way, and accompanied him to the edge of the infinity pool, gesturing for him to proceed.

He Jiawei took off his sunglasses and looked down at the pool of mineral water that glistened in the sunlight.

Nan Zhenquan stood to the side, waiting for the Third Young Master to say "not bad" or "you've worked hard"—he wasn't greedy for praise, he just felt that he deserved at least some basic recognition for what he had done.

He Jiawei squatted down and put the French Bulldog in his hand into the pool.

The dog splashed around happily in the mineral water, swimming several laps in a doggy paddle, its ears twitching on the surface, and the splashes landed on the Evian bottles on the edge of the pool.

He Jiawei squatted by the pool for a while, then stood up, clapped his hands, and said to his assistant:

"Alright, Pudding's had enough exercise. Let's go to the next spot." With that, he picked up the dog, turned around, and left.

Nan Zhenquan stood by the pool, looking at the mineral water that the dog had splashed around in; the surface of the water still shimmered in the sunlight.

The employees around him didn't dare to speak, secretly glancing at his face, but he didn't show any expression.

He seemed to have suddenly understood something, or perhaps he was utterly disappointed in an instant.

He wasn't upset about the bottled water.

Even if Evian is expensive, filling a swimming pool would only cost tens of thousands of yuan, which is just a drop in the ocean compared to the investment that Daheng Group has made in this resort.

As he stood there, he thought about the past ten years or so—drinking until his stomach bled in order to acquire land, sleeping in a container at the construction site to meet deadlines, and standing at the entrance of the land and resources department from eight in the morning to six in the afternoon to smooth over an acceptance process.

Everything he did for the Daheng Group was ultimately less valuable than the Third Young Master's dog swimming a few laps in a mineral water pool.

The Third Young Master didn't even glance at the swimming pool, just as he had never looked at Nan Zhenquan, or rather, he didn't think they were the same kind of beings.

He tightened the cap on the half-empty bottle of mineral water, placed it by the pool, and turned to walk towards the parking lot.

He quit; it wasn't worth risking his life for someone like that.