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Book I: The President’s Million Dollar Bride_Chapter 5.1
The president whose check was rejected is a little upset. He stuffed his little wife into the front pa.s.senger seat and drove him to the company. While on the way, he was thinking of teaching him a lesson today.
Both of them just stepped into the president’s exclusive elevator when Jiao Qi was attacked by his family’s lao gong. He pushed him onto the wall of the elevator and blocked his lips feverishly.
“Zhangda Diao!” Jiao Qi tried to push him away but the other man persistently kissed him. Moreover, the man even cunningly rubbed his side and thus, the flesh between his ribs and his waist had become ticklish making his body s.h.i.+ver under his clothes.
“Don’t move. There’s a camera in here.” Rubbing his lips against the soft lips of his lovely little wife, the complacent president issued a warning as if to intimidate him.
Zhang Chenfei is taller than Jiao Qi and the former also has a wider frame. Like a Russian matryoshka doll, the husband can totally envelope his little wife inside his arms.
In response, the little wife’s body in his embrace began to tremble. With such reaction, the president became even more conceited in his bullying as he said in a husky voice, “Say, in case I do you here and the elevator opened, how will the secretaries react?”
Imagining this scene, Jiao Qi felt excitement and could not help but blush. To hide it, he coughed and then asked, “This is a high-speed elevator. Are you sure that you can take off your pants within three seconds?”
“Man, dare to provoke me?! Even if you cry until your voice turned hoa.r.s.e later, I won’t stop!”
Together with the three secretaries of Zhang Chenfei who are busy chatting with one another, the plump secretary Yu Yuan, who was carrying a pile of doc.u.ments in his hands, has been waiting in front of the president's room.
“Yuan Yuan, your behavior is obviously not the same as the rest of the people in Bajiao.” The astonished female secretary Su Su poked at Yu Yuan’s little round face.
Bajiao [1] refers to Jiao Qi’s company. This company mostly started as an online video platform. Afterwards, it gave rise to “Bajiao Live Broadcast” which is second to none in the new media. Although it is known by the public to be a popular and vibrant company, the atmosphere inside Bajiao is actually rigorous and orderly, simply because of their meticulous Virgo boss.
{T/N: [1] 芭蕉 bājiāo – It means j.a.panese banana or Musa Basjoo.}
“Yes, the people in our company think so too,” Yu Yuan smilingly said. His face showing a simple and honest look. “At the annual meeting last year, they gave me a Bajiao Warrior [2] award. Oh, speaking about it, for this year's annual meeting, they had begun to make plans. Will our two company presidents join together to make plans for it?”
{T/N: [2] Bajiao Warrior – Just in case some will miss the hidden meaning, Yu Yuan was given this award because among all employees, he is the only person who can get close to President Jiao without being scared witless. So, all employees in Bajiao recognized him to be a ( 勇士 ) yǒngshì which means ‘a warrior or a brave person’ but I am not sure though if Yu Yuan himself is aware of it. Lol!}
The day before yesterday, the Administrative Department began to consult everyone’s opinions. Yu Yuan hasn't responded yet. When he saw the people at s.h.i.+ Fei today, this thought suddenly flashed in his mind.
“Or… separate.” The three secretaries simultaneously shook their heads into rattles not daring to make a comment. They didn’t want to be the ‘Standing’ Committee during the s.h.i.+ Fei’s annual meeting.
While they were talking, the elevator made a sound of arrival and the people reflexively straightened their legs, ready to bow and greet.
The elevator door opened, showing the president’s tall and straight back which is comparable to that of a supermodel.
“Crash… bang!” The heavy and expensive belt buckle along with the Western-style trousers touched the ground momentarily, revealing the honey-colored long legs and black boxers.
In an instant, the world turned quiet.
“Look quickly, there’s an airplane!” Yu Yuan bellowed and the three secretaries quickly turned their heads to look at the wall without windows. Because they turned their heads too suddenly, a succession of ‘kacha’ sounds, like a cervical vertebra (neck) being snapped, were heard.
Mr. Dior casually kept with his movements and allowed the elevator door to close slowly.
Fact showed that elevator play is not a great idea. After all, the high-quality Western-style trousers of the president that fell down was not extremely good to look at.
Outside the elevator, everyone seemed to have lost their memories as they never mentioned anything about the scene they just saw.
Because President Jiao proposed to work here for a while, the efficient secretaries quickly placed a new desk next to the president’s table.
With this arrangement, it was finally fortunate to see how their comrade, the Bajiao Warrior Yu Yuan worked.
“This is a large financial bill that needs to be paid.”
“This is the seventh revision of the Planning Department.”
“The contract of the TV anchor for ‘Feeding the Dog with a Good Intention’ has not yet reached an agreement regarding its renewal or extension. He demanded for an increase of 30 million before signing the contract. Otherwise, he would change jobs and go to a large live broadcasting company. The data given by Finance shows that even if his salary will increase by 30 million, the expected profit could still be achieved. However, doing such will surpa.s.s the salary of ‘Little Bacon’. Director Liang’s idea was to modify it and use the 30 million as a bonus for the endors.e.m.e.nt, instead of a salary increase.”
Jiao Qi was pinching his pen and was silent for a moment before he spoke, “Tell him to get lost and add 50 million to the contract of ‘Demon King’ instead.”
“Yes,” Yu Yuan said with a smile. He responded without being affected in the slightest by the cold air around President Jiao’s body.
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