The heartless beauty is addicted to being licked by a seemingly obedient and loyal dog.

Although Zhou Cheng was a corporate slave who buried himself in work all day, he was still an adult, and he couldn't possibly not understand what these marks meant.

He stared blankly at that spot for a full ten seconds, then suddenly looked away as if he had done something wrong, turning his head back.

No wonder President Song wasn't in good spirits today. He closed his eyes to rest as soon as he got in the car. It turns out he had just come out of a love nest last night.

He stared at the dense text on the computer screen, but his mind, unusually, began to wander.

……and many more.

Not right.

If President Song spent last night in a harem, then what was wrong with Shen Chonglu's condition this morning? That guy also looked listless from excessive indulgence.

Moreover, I had been waiting at the company entrance since early morning.

Shen Chonglu was already sitting in the car when the Maybach pulled up.

When did Shen Chonglu get into the boss's car when Assistant Lin went to pick him up from the villa? It couldn't have been that Assistant Lin dragged him out of bed in the middle of the night.

A terrifying and absurd thought suddenly popped into Zhou Cheng's dull mind.

...Could it be that this kid has actually managed to curry favor with someone powerful?

Can I still get a permanent position?

Zhou Cheng shivered. The image of Shen Chonglu's mournful, wretched face at the airport security checkpoint flashed through his mind. Then, he thought of the mark on President Song's body. Suddenly, he felt overwhelmed by the sheer volume of information.

He silently closed his notebook, deciding to keep this shocking gossip to himself.

Two hours later, the plane landed smoothly at Shanghai Hongqiao Airport.

Song Yunqi woke up ten minutes before the plane landed. Apart from a slight bloodshot in her eyes, she had regained her calm and composed demeanor as a business elite.

"Have all the materials been checked?"

As Song Yunqi got up, she took the coat that Zhou Cheng handed her.

"That's right, Mr. Song. The patent evaluation and creditor list for Haishi have been compiled."

Zhou Cheng was still a little dazed, but upon hearing this, he immediately got back into work mode and bowed his head in response.

Their purpose in coming to Haishi this time was very clear: to acquire a long-established technology company called "Blueprint".

This company has an excellent foundation and holds three key industry patents in the field of smart hardware.

However, due to the death of the former chairman last year, the second-generation president who hastily took over lacked management experience and blindly expanded, resulting in a cash flow crisis at the end of last year. Now the company is insolvent and is being jointly pursued by several banks for repayment.

Several venture capital firms in the industry want to buy at the bottom, but because the current economic situation is not very good, and the transformation capability of those three core patents in actual production lines is unclear.

Most people are observing and hesitating, trying to force the other party to lower the price to the lowest possible level.

But Song Yunqi was different.

He had already obtained internal data through his connections and learned that although Blueprint Technology's equipment was outdated, its core R&D and engineering team had not yet disbanded.

After comparing various technologies, he decisively decided to acquire the company.

After all, the Song family is one of the top listed companies in Beijing, with extremely abundant cash flow and an excellent reputation in the industry.

For the president of Lantu, who was already on the verge of being driven to despair by debt, handing the entire company over to Song Yunqi was undoubtedly the only way out, rather than being dismantled and having its assets sold off by other malicious competitors.

Therefore, the president of Blueprint Technology attached great importance to Song Yunqi's arrival, even regarding it as his last lifeline.

As soon as he stepped out of the arrivals gate, Zhou Cheng saw several figures waiting in the crowd of people waiting to greet passengers.

One of the young men, who was about the same age as Song Yunqi, quickly came forward to greet her.

He wore a sharp but slightly wrinkled custom-made suit, and his hair was meticulously styled, but the dark circles and anxiety in his eyes were impossible to hide.

"Mr. Song, you must be tired from your journey. I am Chen Han from Blueprint Technology."

Chen Han extended his hands from a distance and warmly shook hands with Song Yunqi.

His smile was excessively solicitous, and he even bowed slightly, adopting a very humble posture.

"Mr. Chen, you're too kind."

Song Yunqi shook hands with him calmly, and then greeted the other members of his entourage one by one.

"I'll take you to the hotel first, and then this afternoon I'll show you around the company and factory. What do you think?"

"OK."

Chen Han led the way, turning to talk to Song Yunqi while cautiously observing the rumored decisive leader of the Song family.

All he wants now is to liquidate the company before it goes bankrupt and liquidates completely, to plug the hole in the bank's coffers, and avoid being labeled a deadbeat.

Zhou Cheng followed silently behind the group, looking at Chen Han's almost fawning face, feeling a little wistful.

After all, they are of similar age. With his keen business sense and extraordinary skills, President Song started from scratch in the turbulent business world and built the huge group with assets that he has today.

However, in less than a year after taking over the company, this Mr. Chen managed to bring the once well-established enterprise to the brink of bankruptcy.

When compared side by side, the difference in quality is immediately apparent.

After exiting the terminal, Chen Han personally opened the car door and bowed to invite Song Yunxi into the car.

The car's heater was on full blast.

Throughout the journey, Chen Han kept turning around from the passenger seat, eagerly introducing Shanghai's recent economic plans to Song Yunqi, his words full of probing, trying to find out the bottom line offered by the Song family.

Song Yunxi would only occasionally respond with a faint sound, her fingers tapping lightly on her knees, her face expressionless, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

The car quickly stopped in front of a five-star hotel overlooking the river.

Since they were on someone else's turf, Blueprint Technology naturally had to show some hospitality.

After resting at the hotel for about half an hour and putting away their luggage, Chen Han couldn't wait to lead everyone to a luxurious restaurant with a high degree of privacy that had been booked in advance.

The private room was very large, and you could see the river view and the tall buildings on the opposite bank as soon as you opened the window.

The antique mahogany round table was soon filled with exquisite local dishes. After a few rounds of drinks, the carved wooden door of the private room was suddenly pushed open gently by a waiter.

Immediately afterwards, several young women dressed in fitted, modified cheongsams and with exquisite makeup filed in.

They held their slender waists, their figures graceful, and naturally spread out to sit beside the guests at the table to serve them.

One of the young girls, with bright eyes and white teeth, held an exquisite, slender crystal glass and walked straight toward Song Yunqi in high heels, making a move to sit in the empty seat next to him.

Seeing this, Song Yunqi lowered her eyes.

This situation is common at business banquets, since most of the attendees are men. People are naturally inclined to eat and have sex, and having a beautiful woman accompany you can help with signing contracts, which has gradually become an unspoken rule in the industry.

However, Song Yunxi has always disliked such things and never participated in them.

He leaned back, creating some distance between them, and raised his left hand, palm facing outward, making a gesture of refusal.

"No need, I'm not used to being waited on."

The girl was speechless at his cold attitude, her steps faltered, and her face turned pale. She looked at Chen Han on the other side of the main seat for help.

"Since President Song has spoken, you can go and rest over there."

Seeing this, Chen Han quickly laughed it off and waved to the girl.