Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

The previous 88 and 89 chapters have been readjusted.

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Zhou Yan felt a tightness in his chest from Lao Zhang's Versailles-like speech and was just about to organize his thoughts to retaliate when he heard Xu Qing say this.

bath?

Is this the key point?

Now is a critical moment when the two forces are on the verge of conflict, and capital and dignity are clashing fiercely. You ask if you can take a bath?

Old Zhang reacted very quickly, his professional smile remaining unchanged, and he even bent his back a little lower.

"Young master, of course you can."

Old Zhang raised his hand and made a "please" gesture, his tone as respectful as if he were introducing the imperial palace.

"This main vehicle is equipped with a complete set of German-imported constant temperature water circulation system. The water tank contains Evian mineral water air-freighted from the Alps, which undergoes three filtration processes using activated carbon and volcanic rock."

"The bathtub is carved from a single piece of Italian Carrara marble and features a whirlpool massage and light therapy function."

"As for toiletries..."

Old Zhang paused, then took out a small, exquisite notebook from his pocket and glanced at it.

"This is a custom-made Acqua di Parma for you. The top notes are your favorite citrus and basil, and the middle notes are..."

"stop."

Xu Qing raised her hand to interrupt him.

He spat the chewing gum into the trash can and scratched his slightly itchy hair.

"As long as it gets clean, I'm not picky."

"Also, don't call me young master."

Xu Qing pointed to the dusty hoodie she was wearing.

"Just call me by my name."

Old Zhang readily agreed: "Yes, young master. Understood, young master."

Xu Qing: "......"

The trio of Wang Dazhu standing behind Xu Qing were holding washbasins and toothbrushes, their mouths agape enough to fit an egg.

Wang Dazhu looked at the two-yuan plastic red basin in his hand, and then at the black car in front of him that was even more impressive than the village committee building in his hometown.

My mind is a little foggy.

"Goodness..."

Wang Dazhu nudged Li Ergou next to him with his elbow.

"Ergou, did you hear that? That old man said there's a bathtub in the car?"

Li Ergou sniffled, his eyes glazed over.

"What's a bathtub? Can you keep fish in it?"

"What a load of rubbish about raising fish!"

Zhang Tiedan chimed in from the side, looking like he knew what he was talking about.

"That's a big basin for bathing! But I'm wondering, when the car starts moving, won't the water splash out? Won't it flood the car?"

Wang Dazhu slapped his thigh.

"Yeah! City people really know how to have fun. They take a shower while riding in a car, aren't they afraid of accidentally swallowing the shower water if they brake suddenly?"

The three were talking quite loudly, making the surrounding staff roll their eyes.

Country bumpkin.

That's not a car! That's a mobile five-star hotel!

Xu Qing ignored the comments behind her and carefully put the violin case away.

"I'm going to take a shower."

After saying that, he strode towards the steel behemoth that unfolded like a Transformer.

The car door's sensor system recognized Xu Qing's biometrics and automatically slid open to both sides.

A soft, warm light shone from inside.

There was also a faint, sophisticated fragrance that instantly masked the smell of gasoline and dust in the parking lot.

Xu Qing stepped inside.

The interior space of the car is ridiculously large.

The floor was covered with a thick beige wool carpet, which felt soft and fluffy underfoot, like walking on clouds.

Right in the center is a set of genuine leather sofas, which look so inviting that you'd want to lie down and sleep on them.

To the left is a small open bar, and the liquor cabinet is filled with foreign liquors that Xu Qing can't name.

To the right is a large bed that looks at least two meters wide, with snow-white bedding that is without a single wrinkle.

This is not a train carriage.

This is clearly the master bedroom from Genting Highlands.

Xu Qing looked back.

Wang Dazhu and the other two were still standing at the car door, holding their washbasins and too afraid to go in.

"Come in," Xu Qing beckoned.

Wang Dazhu shook his head repeatedly, looking down at his mud-covered liberation shoes.

"No, no, no... Brother, we can just squat outside."

"This carpet looks more expensive than the mat on my kang (heated brick bed) at home. I can't afford to pay for it if I step on it and it gets dirty."

Xu Qing frowned.

"Just come in, no need for so much nonsense."

"If you step in it and it gets dirty, let Old Zhang wash it."

Old Zhang, who was standing outside the door, immediately chimed in: "Yes, Mr. Xu is right. This kind of carpet is meant to be disposable; you can just replace it when it gets dirty."

One-time use?

Wang Dazhu and the other two almost knelt down in admiration.

This evil capitalism.

Xu Qing was too lazy to persuade them anymore, so he simply dragged the three cowards inside and threw them onto the sofa.

"Stay put, I'm going to take a shower."

Xu Qing turned and walked towards the bathroom inside.

The car doors closed slowly.

Completely shut out the noise outside and Zhou Yan's ashen face.

Zhou Yan stood there, trembling with anger.

As the chief director and representative of the investors, he was like a local tyrant in this program team.

As a result, not only was my parking space taken today, but I was also ignored in front of so many people.

If we swallow this insult, how will we lead the team in the future?

"Stop right there!"

Zhou Yan roared and charged straight at the two black-clad bodyguards who stood like gatekeepers at the car door, ignoring them.

"This is an illegal structure! I need to go in and check for fire hazards!"

"What if there are contraband items hidden inside!"

"Get out of the way!"

Zhou Yan reached out to push the bodyguard.

In his view, these were just two gatekeepers, and they wouldn't dare to touch him even if they had ten times the courage.

however.

His hand hadn't even touched the bodyguard's clothes.

The black-clad man with sunglasses and an expressionless face suddenly moved.

Their movements were as fast as lightning.

Zhou Yan felt a blur before his eyes, followed by a tightening of his collar.

His feet left the ground and he soared into the air.

"Huh? Huh?!"

Zhou Yan flailed his limbs in terror, like a duck being grabbed by the scruff of its neck.

"Let me go! I'm the director! Are you trying to rebel?!"

The bodyguard wouldn't listen to his nonsense at all.

With a swing of his arm.

Go for it.

"Smack!"

Zhou Yan traced a graceful parabola in the air before crashing heavily onto the lawn three meters away.

Thankfully it was a lawn.

If it were a concrete floor, this fall would break two ribs.

Even so, Zhou Yan was still completely disoriented from the fall, and his glasses flew off.

The surroundings were deathly silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what they were seeing.

The director was thrown out?

The bodyguard clapped his hands, stood back in his place, straightened his suit, and acted as if he had just thrown away a bag of trash.

Old Zhang stood to the side, still maintaining that polite smile.

He took a business card out of his pocket and gently placed it on the stone stool next to him.

"Director Zhou, if you are injured, you can contact our legal team to discuss compensation."

"However, I suggest you see a neurologist first."

"After all, normal people wouldn't try to trespass on private property."

Zhou Yan lay on the grass, his hands trembling as he reached for his glasses.

A humiliating disgrace.

This is a blatant slap in the face!

"Good...very good..."

Zhou Yan gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words.

"Xu Qing... and these watchdogs..."

"You just wait!"