Why did the system take my request to take photos with a cosplayer seriously?

After the meal, Zhu Yongchang arranged for a car to take everyone back to the hotel.

In the car, Secretary Huang took out his tablet and pulled up some information about office buildings.

"Mr. Zhu recommended several office locations, all near Central."

She handed over the tablet: "I have an appointment with the agent tomorrow morning. Would you like to go and take a look in person?"

Ding Heng took it and glanced at it; the location, size, and rent were all listed clearly.

He handed the tablet back: "You can decide, no need to ask me."

Secretary Huang nodded and said nothing more.

Over the next two days, Secretary Huang led Ding Heng in and out of office buildings in Central, where he met with no fewer than seven or eight groups of people.

Lawyers, accountants, bank managers, representatives from secretarial service companies... each person handed over a thick stack of documents, which, when opened, were filled with dense clauses and numbers, making it dizzying to look at.

Finally, things were almost done.

The company registration application has been submitted, and the appointment for the bank account has been finalized. The office is located on the 22nd floor of a building in Central, with a wide view overlooking half of Victoria Harbour.

As for the company's name—Hengbai Capital.

Heng is his Heng, and Bai is Baima's Bai.

Quzhen's shares will eventually be transferred to Baima's name, which can be considered as leaving her daughter a way out.

If Ding Heng can succeed, then they can further strengthen the bond between the siblings, which will be a win-win situation for both of them.

On the last day, surprisingly, there wasn't much important business to attend to.

Baima had been cooped up in the hotel for two days and was itching to go out, so she started clamoring to go out early in the morning.

The three left the Rosewood Hotel and took a leisurely stroll along the beach.

Ding Heng wore a white short-sleeved shirt with dark gray casual pants and canvas shoes, looking like a college student who had just finished class.

Lin Man walked beside him, wearing a simple, loose white shirt, the hem casually tucked into a light blue denim skirt, paired with a pair of comfortable flat sandals.

Baima walked at the front, turning back every now and then to urge, "Brother, Sister Man, hurry up!"

"What's the rush?"

Ding Heng spoke in a lazy tone, indicating he had no intention of following them.

Lin Man suddenly spoke up from the side.

"boss."

"Ok?"

"I have a friend..."

She smiled sheepishly, "I have some spare cash on hand and I'd like to find a reliable project to invest in. I wonder if it's convenient for you, boss?"

After selling her shares in Brilliant Planet, Lin Man now has a considerable amount of cash on hand. Naturally, she wants to have some with Ding Heng, but she doesn't dare to be too direct about it.

After all, her current status is just "secretary"...

Ding Heng didn't say anything and continued walking forward.

"She doesn't have much money, she just hopes to be able to have a bowl of soup with us..."

Lin Man continued to probe cautiously, afraid of saying too much and irritating Ding Heng, and afraid of saying too little and not expressing herself clearly.

Ding Heng asked with a smile, "Why are you looking for me?"

"Because the boss is young, promising, incredibly handsome, intelligent, wise, and kind-hearted..."

Lin Man's flattery flowed smoothly, becoming more and more natural with each word.

In her view, Ding Heng is most likely connected with a certain enlightened immortal.

They may not be immediate family members, but they are at least related, and may even be illegitimate children, which is why they were arranged to come to Hong Kong to open an investment company as fronts.

Otherwise, there's no way to explain how a 19-year-old college student could have so much advanced information to manipulate the stock market.

As for whether she can have some soup, it all depends on whether Ding Heng is willing to give her a chance to eat.

"boss……"

Seeing that Ding Heng did not respond for a long time, Lin Man said in a pitiful and coquettish tone, "If it's inconvenient, then forget it. I'll talk to her about it later. I won't force you."

Ding Heng finally turned his head and looked at her directly.

Lin Man's heart tightened.

She wondered if it was just her imagination, but after spending a lot of time with Ding Heng, she always felt that Ding Heng's eyes could see through all her thoughts, and that her little bit of cleverness was nowhere to be found in front of him.

Seeing Lin Man's reaction, Ding Heng knew that the stupid fox was making things up again.

However, she has indeed behaved quite well in the past two weeks. It's remarkable that she, who grew up in luxury, has been able to lower herself and serve him so humbly. It's time to give her a treat.

"Alright, have your friend contact Secretary Huang... Make sure the funds go through legitimate channels, don't cause any trouble!"

"Thank you, boss!"

A hint of joy appeared in Lin Man's eyes.

She grabbed Ding Heng's arm tightly and pressed herself against him, saying, "Don't worry, boss, I'll definitely work even harder in the future!"

Ding Heng teased, "Still trying? You fainted halfway through last night, so I didn't get to enjoy myself."

"That's because you put too much pressure on them, boss. They really did their best..."

Lin Man showed no embarrassment whatsoever and instead began to flatter Ding Heng.

Ding Heng had to admit that, as a man, his vanity had been thoroughly satisfied by the vixen.

He asked in bewilderment, "Don't you usually work out? You take good care of your health, so why do you seem to be not as good as Yan hope and Wen Jing?"

Lin Man glanced guiltily at Ding Heng: "To be honest, boss... I actually have a minor problem with my blood vessels, and my blood supply is a bit worse than normal. So when my body experiences strong sympathetic nerve excitation, it is easy to faint."

Ding Heng frowned.

Why didn't you say so sooner?

"I...I'm afraid if I tell you, boss, you won't..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning was clear.

Ding Heng cursed inwardly.

It wasn't Lin Man I was cursing, but that damn system.

The Eye of True Sight can see through so many things, yet they didn't tell him this crucial information?

Has it been checked?

"Yes, they check every year."

Lin Man quickly assured him, "The doctor said it's not a big problem and won't affect my normal life. I just need to be careful during strenuous exercise... Boss, you can be happy, I can handle it!"

"Really?"

"real!"

Lin Man's tone was firm, and Ding Heng didn't press further.

Let's look at it from a different angle.

The fact that the Eye of True Sight didn't mention this indicates that Lin Man's illness is indeed not a major problem and will not have any impact on him or the mission.

He had considered adding a "Holy Flame Mark" to Lin Man as well, to monitor her physical condition at any time.

However, the system message was clear: insufficient loyalty, cannot be used.

Never mind, no rush.

Let's wait until the silly fox behaves better before we talk about it.

As evening fell, the three returned to the hotel and suddenly heard someone shouting.

"Xiao Man?"

Lin Man stopped abruptly, her pupils contracting slightly.

A man in his fifties, of medium build, wearing a dark gray polo shirt, walked toward them.

He strode up to Lin Man and clicked his tongue twice, saying, "She's getting prettier and prettier; I almost didn't recognize her."

Lin Man responded politely but distantly: "Uncle."

Lin Kaihui, the youngest son of Lin Man's maternal grandfather.

Who is this?

Lin Kaihui turned his gaze to Ding Heng.

Lin Man didn't say anything.

Ding Heng extended his hand and introduced himself: "Ding Heng, Xiao Man's friend... Uncle, shall we talk somewhere else?"

Lin Kaihui did not respond, but his lips curled down slightly as he secretly assessed the value of this so-called "friend".

Ding Heng wasn't annoyed. He first sent Bai Ma back to her room to rest, and then went to the hotel tea room with Lin Man and Lin Kaihui.

The waiter brought in three cups of tea and then left.

Lin Kaihui got straight to the point: "Xiaoman, your uncle won't beat around the bush. I came to see you specifically because I have a project to discuss and I'd like to ask if you'd be willing to invest a little."

Lin Man looked wary: "What project?"

Lin Kaihui leaned forward, his tone mysterious: "A good project. If successful, it will at least quintuple within three years."

How much money do you want?

"not much."

Lin Kaihui held up five fingers: "Five million."

"Uncle, I'm sorry, I don't have any money."

Lin Man picked up her teacup, her tone casual.

Lin Kaihui said anxiously, "Xiaoman, don't try to play tricks on your uncle! You just sold your shares in Brilliant Planet, how could you be broke? Back then, when your mother was short of money, I was the only one in the family willing to help her, and you..."

Lin Man sneered: "Uncle, I've already invested that money."