The next day.
Qisi Group Operations Department.
"Manager Qiao, can you give me Mr. Song's contact information?" Zhuli hesitated for a long time and then walked into Qiao Jue's office.
Qiao Jue drank too much yesterday and probably didn't sleep well, so he looked exhausted today.
He lowered his head and rubbed his eyebrows: "Zhuli, you don't have to worry about the cooperation with Mr. Song."
"I will look for investors again." Qiao Jue felt tired, and he seemed to have no energy to speak.
The reason why Qiao Jue chose to cooperate with Song Lang was not only hoping that the advertising fee for large-screen advertising would be more favorable, but also thinking that he could invest some money in this new product.
The result is still nothing.
Zhuli's eyes darkened a bit. She had unshirkable responsibility for the failure of this cooperation.
"Manager Qiao, I want to give Mr. Song another try." She raised her head and said leisurely.
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Paradise Hall of Jufu Hotel.
Zhuli glanced at the time on the phone screen and straightened her clothes.
She wore a tight black dress today. The skirt was tightened just around the waist, making her waist appear softer and slender.
Her hair was curled into waves and her makeup was surprisingly thick, all thanks to Ren Xingyan.
Zhuli clearly remembered being pushed in front of the mirror and she almost didn't recognize herself.
Suddenly, the door of the private room was opened.
Song Lang looked around the private room with a cane, and then walked in with a slightly strenuous step.
"Mr. Song." Zhuli quickly stood up and ran to him, helping him to sit down.
After Song Lang sat down, the driver took the crutch from his hand and stepped behind him.
"Thank you for giving me this opportunity." She spoke softly with a smile in her voice.
"Miss Zhu, right?" Song Lang smiled and curled his lips in a bad way.
Then he stretched out his palm and put it on Zhuli's bent waist, his movements were very ambiguous.
Zhuli's expression paused, but she chose to endure it temporarily for the sake of work.
"Yes, Mr. Song, thank you for remembering me, I am indeed..." She stopped mid-sentence.
He went around to the other side of the table and took out the wine he had prepared and poured it for him.
He filled his glass again and raised his glass: "Mr. Song, if you offended many people yesterday, I will punish myself with three glasses of wine."
She drank three glasses in a row, put down her glass and looked at him steadily.
Sure enough, a smile began to appear on Song Lang's face and he waved to her: "Sit over here, Miss Zhu."
Zhuli pretended to be unsteady on her feet and staggered over.
Fortunately, she changed the wine she drank into water in advance and sprayed alcohol on her body.
Although it was the same last night, I hope he won't find out.
Song Lang put his arm around her shoulders: "It's not that I don't want to cooperate with you, it's that Mr. Jing of your company doesn't want to cooperate with me."
As he spoke, he wiped some oil from Zhuli's body with his greasy, stubby hands.
Even though she was nauseated in her heart, she remained extremely calm on the face.
Zhuli knew that this old fox deliberately blamed all the reasons for rejection on Jing Huaizhi, meaning that even if he had this meal with him, it would be impossible to cooperate.
"Unless..." While Zhuli was still analyzing his last sentence, Song Lang spoke again.
It's just that he deliberately only said half of the words, and in the second half, his eyes glanced up and down her body.
"I understand everything you said, Mr. Song. Just wait for me and I'll do it right away." She smiled knowingly and behaved very generously.
It was rare for Song Lang to meet such a cheerful and well-behaved person. He held the wine glass and said, "Then Song will just wait for the good news."
His stubby fingers smoothed the top of his sparse hair again, and his eyes narrowed into a line, as if he wanted to eat her up now.
The smile on Zhuli's face remained the same but suddenly disappeared the moment she turned around.
It wasn't until the door of the Paradise Hall was closed that Zhuli took out a wet tissue from his pocket and carefully wiped his fingers, cheeks and neck.
"As long as the contract is signed, it will be fine." She said to herself.
When she came back from the bathroom and was about to open the private room door again, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of her eye.
Jing Huai?
The door of the competition hall was opened a crack, and through this crack, Zhuli could clearly see a graceful woman sitting opposite him.
This woman was not Jiang Xiaowan. She wanted to get closer but had to give up because she was afraid of being discovered.
"Mr. Song, I've been waiting for a long time." Zhuli returned to her flattering smile after entering the door, and followed Jiang Xiaowan's daily walking posture and twisted to his side.
Song Lang's eyes were dazzled, and he rubbed his hands again and again in the waistband of his trousers.
She held a room card between her fingers and pushed it to him: "Mr. Song, it's about the contract..."
Zhuli's soft voice made Song Lang even more intoxicated.
"No problem, of course no problem!" Song Lang pursed his lips as he spoke.
She rolled her eyes countless times in her mind, moved slightly to hide, and then pushed the contract in front of him.
"Sign it now, after all, a moment of spring is worth a thousand pieces of gold, right, Mr. Song?"
Zhuli's beautiful eyes were slightly hooked, and her slender hand brushed against his chest to stop.
The hook made Song Lang feel itchy and he drank again, so he took the pen and signed without saying a word.
Deer-chasing hall.
Jing Huaizhi leaned on the seat with an arrogant expression: "Didn't you say there is something that interests me?"
His deep brows clearly showed that he did not take the woman opposite him seriously.
Leng Zhirou lowered her head coquettishly, pretending to be careless but very casual in her flirtatious manner.
"Huai Zhi, as long as you help me get rid of Song Lang's control, I will do anything for you."
"Even if you let me..." Leng Zhirou raised her beautiful face and stared at him.
Jing Huaizhi smiled disdainfully: "You are willing to do anything for me. I am tired of hearing this."
Leng Zhirou looked a little panicked. She thought Jing Huaizhi would help her because of their past friendship, but was there still no chance?
...
"Mr. Song, please slow down." Zhuli dragged the drunk Song Lang to the room he had opened.
His driver also had the good sense to wait in the car instead of following the two of them upstairs.
"Miss Zhu, I must show you how powerful I am tonight." Song Lang waved his arms and spoke in a long and slow tone.
Room 1223.
Zhuli threw Song Lang on the bed and kicked him: "Mr. Song, I didn't mean it."
She pretended to apologize with a wicked smile on her lips.
Song Lang climbed on the bed without moving or making a sound.
Deer-chasing hall.
Leng Zhirou received a strange text message and frowned imperceptibly: "Sorry, Huaizhi, I have to leave beforehand."
At the end of the corridor in the hotel room, Zhuli looked at a woman standing at the door of room 1223. The woman went in not long after.
She had a hearty smile on her face, and her brows showed joy.
When he turned around again, his forehead hit a wall of flesh. It even rebounded, and the back of his head almost hit the wall behind him.
Fortunately, he was held up by a pair of sharp-jointed hands.
She raised her slender eyebrows, and a faint male voice came from above her head: "Are you planning to sell yourself?"
"Ah?" Zhuli raised her head and met the man's eyes.
Jing Huaizhi leaned over and glanced lazily up and down her body, making her blush and heartbeat.
"Boss, you are kidding me. I don't have the ability to do that." She twitched the corners of her lips and secretly laughed at herself.
