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It was a little after 1 p.m.

The area downstairs at Xingchen Group started to get lively.

The headquarters of Xingchen Group is located in the core business district of Shanghai. The entire glass curtain wall building soars into the clouds, and the people coming and going at the entrance are all white-collar workers and business people in suits.

Normally, the area is very orderly, and few people dare to make a big fuss at the main entrance.

But today is different.

A pink Ferrari was carefully transported to the edge of the square.

The car body has smooth lines and bright colors. When the sunlight shines on it, the paint looks like it has been coated with a soft sheen.

Before long, the giant crystal gift box was also erected.

The transparent box is two stories high, with LED strips embedded around it and an exaggerated pink ribbon tied to the top.

The Ferrari parked inside looked like an expensive, dazzling piece of jewelry.

Passersby immediately gathered around.

"Holy crap, a Ferrari?"

"And it's pink! Isn't that a bit over the top?"

"Is this a gift?"

"Of course! Didn't you see the gift box? What kind of auto show does this?"

"How much does this cost?"

"The car must be worth at least seven or eight million, and the gift box decorations probably weren't cheap either."

More and more people gathered to watch.

Some people were taking photos, some were recording videos, and some had already started posting on social media.

The security guards at the entrance of Xingchen Group originally wanted to go up and ask questions, but Zhang He had already taken care of the relevant procedures and put on an air of importance, so the security guards could not stop him and could only maintain order.

Zhang He stood next to the gift box, wearing a white suit and with his hair slicked back.

He enjoyed being watched, even though he hadn't given the gift himself, he was there on behalf of Shen Cong.

With so many people taking pictures of him and asking him questions, he felt a sense of pride.

A passerby couldn't help but ask, "Dude, who's this for?"

Zhang He deliberately cleared his throat, his voice neither too loud nor too soft, but loud enough for those around him to hear.

"This is a birthday gift prepared by Shen Cong, the young master of the Shen family, for Yu Binglan, the president of Xingchen Group."

The crowd erupted in chaos.

"Yu Binglan?"

"That beautiful CEO of Xingchen Group?"

"Oh my god, it's her!"

"No wonder she's so generous; she's a female CEO with billions in assets."

"And who is Shen Cong?"

"You don't even know the Shen family? They're the youngest son of Shen Jianjun from the Jianjun Group, a typical rich kid."

"A rich young master is pursuing a female CEO worth billions; this is a huge scandal."

Zhang He listened to the surrounding chatter and laughed even more smugly; this was exactly the effect he wanted.

The bigger the occasion, the harder it was for Yu Binglan to refuse.

Outside the crowd, a dark gray Porsche 911 was parked in a temporary parking space on the side of the road.

Shen Ze pushed open the door and got out of the car.

He came to this business district today because there are several pieces of information in the trend chart of major events in the next month that are related to companies involved in the West City project.

Although Xingchen Group is not a direct competitor of Jianjun Group, it has some business connections with the Chengxi New District project.

Shen Ze was just passing by the Xingchen Group building, intending to wait for someone at the nearby coffee shop.

I didn't expect to see a large crowd gathered in the square as soon as I got off the bus.

A pink Ferrari, a giant crystal gift box, a camera, and passersby.

It's hard not to notice this scene.

Shen Ze paused and looked over.

He didn't rush to leave, nor did he push his way to the front. He simply stood on the outside of the crowd, calmly watching the pink sports car displayed in the crystal gift box.

Two young girls nearby were filming a video with their phones.

"Isn't this so romantic?"

"Romantic is romantic, but it depends on who you're giving it to. A woman like Yu Binglan might not even be interested in an eight-million-dollar Ferrari."

"That's true, he's a billionaire CEO, what luxury car can't he afford?"

"But with so many people watching, we have to give them some face, right?"

Shen Ze listened to the discussions without any change in expression.

He had only ever seen stories of people using luxury cars to express their love online before.

Seeing it with my own eyes now, it's certainly quite high-profile.

But for those who are truly in high positions, being high-profile is not necessarily a good thing.

The person who received the gift was the president of Xingchen Group.

Not long after, a group of people walked out of the gate of Xingchen Group.

The moment the woman at the front appeared, the noise level in the room noticeably decreased.

She wore a well-tailored white suit, her long hair was pulled back, revealing her slender, fair neck.

Her features were striking, yet she possessed no trace of fragility.

His eyes were clear and aloof, and when they swept across the crowd, they seemed to automatically quiet down all the restlessness.

She was followed by two assistants and several senior executives of the group.

Many people around were stunned.

"Is she Yu Binglan?"

"She's even prettier in person than in photos."

"That aura is just too strong."

"No wonder so many people are chasing after her; who could resist?"

"A female CEO worth billions, looking like this, even novels wouldn't dare to write it like this."

Upon seeing Yu Binglan, Zhang He immediately straightened his suit and hurried over to greet her.

"Mr. Yu."

Yu Binglan stopped, her gaze falling on him, her voice calm: "Who are you?"

Zhang He's smile froze for a moment, but he quickly recovered: "President Yu, I am Zhang He, a friend of Shen Cong."

Upon hearing the name Shen Cong, Yu Binglan frowned almost imperceptibly.

Zhang He quickly stepped aside and pointed to the giant crystal gift box.

"Today is Mr. Yu's birthday, and Young Master Cong specially prepared this gift for you."

The LED strip lights up.

The pink Ferrari sat quietly inside the transparent gift box, its front facing Yu Binglan.

All the cameras around were focused on this scene.

Zhang He deliberately raised his voice: "This pink Ferrari was personally chosen by Young Master Cong. He said that only this color is worthy of President Yu."

The crowd immediately erupted in commotion.

"Are you really giving it away?"

"Eight million just given away like that?"

"Young masters from wealthy families are really aggressive when it comes to pursuing women."

"If I were a woman, I really couldn't handle it."

Yu Binglan showed no surprise whatsoever. She merely glanced at the car, her voice remaining indifferent: "I won't accept the gift. Please drive the car away; don't disrupt the normal operations of Xingchen Group."

Zhang He felt a chill run down his spine; it was indeed going to be difficult, but he was prepared.

The smile on his face slowly faded, replaced by a serious expression: "Mr. Yu, I know you don't lack these things."

"But this is no ordinary gift; it's a token of Young Master Cong's affection."

Yu Binglan looked at him without saying a word.

Zhang He sighed, his voice even lower: "Actually, Young Master Cong is still lying in a hospital bed."

As soon as he said that, the people around him immediately quieted down.

"Hospital?"

"Is Shen Cong sick?"

"Isn't he a rich young master? How come he's suddenly hospitalized?"

Seeing that the atmosphere was right, Zhang He immediately continued to play the victim: "Young Master Cong has been unwell these past few days, and the doctor said the situation is not optimistic."

"Even though he was lying in a hospital bed, he kept Mr. Yu's birthday in his heart."

"He repeatedly asked me to send this car while he was ill."

"He said that even if he couldn't come in person, he hoped that President Yu would be happier today."

As Zhang He spoke, he lowered his head, as if he were truly in great pain.

"Mr. Yu, Cong Shao does have some shortcomings, but he is sincere towards you."

"He is in a lot of pain during his treatments now; he can't eat or sleep well."

"We, as friends, feel terrible seeing this."