Today, they were going to the Fu Corporation to discuss a collaboration.
This was actually Mu Zheng's first time visiting the Fu Corporation. The collaboration was only reluctantly agreed to by the other party out of respect for his father.
Yesterday, Mu Zheng had cried for so long that his eyes and face were swollen. He was sipping an iced Americano, looking completely groggy.
To be honest, he really couldn't get used to drinking this stuff—it tasted like horse urine to him. But the makeup artist said it could reduce the swelling, so he forced it down.
When Ji Zhaoxi arrived at his house holding the documents, she fell silent for a moment upon seeing this scene.
She remembered they were going to discuss a collaboration, right? Anyone who didn't know better would think he was going to walk a runway...
"President, these are some details we will be discussing later. Please take a look first." Ji Zhaoxi handed him the organized documents.
Mu Zheng winked at himself in the mirror. "Hey, don't you guys think I really have that idol vibe going on right now? I wonder if Fu Wanyi likes this type."
The makeup artist sucked up to him, "She will definitely like it! President Mu, if you went on a talent survival show, you would absolutely debut as the center."
Mu Zheng curled the corners of his lips into a smirk. "Assistant Ji, reward him."
Ji Zhaoxi was silent for a moment. "How much?"
Mu Zheng held up five fingers.
A moment later, the makeup artist's phone chimed.
[Alipay: 50,000 yuan received]
The makeup artist smiled so widely his eyes turned into slits, offering up all sorts of over-the-top flattery.
Mu Zheng rested his hand against his lips, occasionally letting out a chuckle. He seemed to be in an excellent mood.
Ji Zhaoxi struggled to get a word in. "President, please memorize these basic terms so you won't be completely lost later."
Mu Zheng touched his jawline with satisfaction. "I heard that a man's jawline needs to be sharp to be sexy."
The stylist had long been eyeing the makeup artist's fifty thousand yuan. He quickly pushed Ji Zhaoxi aside, flashing his signature professional smile.
"Mr. Mu, what do you think of today's look? This entire outfit was flown in from Milan. An ordinary person might not be able to pull it off, but with your great figure, President Mu, you look even better than the models."
"This hairstyle is also inspired by the most popular trends in the entertainment industry right now. What do you think?"
Mu Zheng narrowed his eyes, touched his hair, raised an eyebrow, and snapped his fingers. "Reward."
The hairstylist looked at Ji Zhaoxi expectantly.
Ji Zhaoxi was speechless.
"The money has been transferred."
As soon as the hairstylist saw the transfer notification, he worked even harder.
"President, later on, the Fu Corporation might ask you about the exit mechanism. When that happens..."
Mu Zheng finally seemed to understand human speech. He leaned back in his chair and said slowly, "What is an exit mechanism?"
Ji Zhaoxi could only explain it in terms he would understand: "It means how to take the money and run."
Mu Zheng stood up and looked at the photographer behind him. The photographer, very quick on the uptake, came over to take official portraits of Mu Zheng.
The photographer squatted in front, praising him while snapping photos. "President Mu, your performance is excellent! You have better presence than some celebrities. Yes, exactly this angle!"
"So incredibly handsome! You're an automatic model."
The more Mu Zheng posed, the more addicted he became. One moment he had his hands in his pockets, the next he was gazing melancholically at the sky, and then he was posing while drinking his coffee.
After a long photoshoot, he finally, reluctantly, brought the session to an end.
The photographer immediately leaned in close. "President Mu, what do you think of these?"
Mu Zheng looked at them intently.
Beside them, Ji Zhaoxi quickly flipped open the financial report. "President, regarding the company's cash flow coverage ratio..."
Mu Zheng's gaze finally settled on Ji Zhaoxi, his expression turning somewhat serious.
Ji Zhaoxi felt a surge of joy. Was he finally going to start caring about his work?
"Assistant Ji, the photographer is retouching the photos right now. Later, have him send the edited versions to you. Then, save them and post them on your WeChat Moments, visible only to Fu Wanyi. It must be posted before we arrive at the Fu Corporation."
He leaned against the window with a serious demeanor, one hand in his pocket, gesturing with the other, looking as if he were making a monumental business decision.
"I'm entrusting this important mission to you, alright? Once we get to the Fu Corporation, I will check whether Fu Wanyi has liked this premium post of yours."
Ji Zhaoxi said reluctantly, "Why don't you post it on your own Moments?"
The boss was even trying to control his employee's social media now. She would rather die than submit!
Mu Zheng looked at her quietly and held up five fingers.
"I will complete the mission even if it kills me!" Ji Zhaoxi was instantly filled with motivation.
Mu Zheng was finally ready to set off.
Ji Zhaoxi hugged the documents. "President, did you remember all the things I just told you?"
This was the Fu Corporation; they absolutely could not mess this up.
Mu Zheng was busy taking a selfie with his newly bought Apple phone. "Assistant Ji, do you think Fu Wanyi will like my look?"
Ji Zhaoxi choked back her frustration. "President, could you please take this a little more seriously?"
Mu Zheng replied self-righteously, "If you can't even handle this little thing, what's the point of me hiring you!"
Ji Zhaoxi was speechless.
Then, Ji Zhaoxi, Mu Zheng, along with his eight bodyguards wearing black suits and sunglasses, his makeup artist, his stylist, and six drivers, all set off for the Fu Corporation.
Six identical luxury cars drove down the road. Passersby thought some big celebrity was attending an event and eagerly took out their phones to take pictures.
"Roll down the window."
Mu Zheng, sitting in the back seat, gave the order.
The driver immediately rolled down the window.
Wearing his sunglasses, Mu Zheng lazily rested his arm outside the window, revealing his flawless side profile.
He frowned as if he had a toothache and tilted his head slightly.
Then he let out a long sigh and leaned his head back against the seat, putting on a look of exhaustion.
The driver and Ji Zhaoxi exchanged a silent glance.
Just then, a small electric scooter suddenly zipped past them. Startled, Mu Zheng frantically pulled his arm back inside.
"Is he crazy? Driving so fast!"
What if he had broken his arm!
The driver silently rolled the window back up.
"President, Fu Wanyi's older brother, Fu Linzhou, may never show a dark face to anyone and seems very easy to talk to, but in reality, he has exceptionally strict requirements for projects."
"Although the Chairman has already spoken with Mr. Fu in advance, you still need to perform well later," Ji Zhaoxi said as she flipped through Fu Linzhou's file.
Mu Zheng finally showed some interest. He crossed his legs. "Isn't that my future brother-in-law?"
"Don't worry, I will definitely put on a good performance in front of my future brother-in-law."
The more Mu Zheng spoke like this, the stronger Ji Zhaoxi's ominous premonition became.
Seeing Ji Zhaoxi's obvious look of distrust, Mu Zheng shouted angrily, "Aren't you secretly in love with me? Who looks at their crush with an expression like that? When I look at Fu Wanyi, my eyes are sparkling."
He cooperatively made a sparkling-eyed expression.
Mu Zheng gave her a disdainful look. "You don't even know how to have a crush on someone."
Ji Zhaoxi forced a smile. "I was just doing that on purpose to catch your attention."
Mu Zheng frowned and immediately said sternly, "Haven't I told you not to bring your romantic feelings into the workplace? Besides, I really won't ever like you, so give up."
He only liked Fu Wanyi.
