12 An Effortful Encounter

Wen Fucheng's assistant helped them settle the procedures for checking into the hotel. Then, they walked into the elevator.

Wei Yi looked at the room key.

"We're on the thirty-second floor. Which floor are you on, Mr. Sheaves?"

Sheaves looked down at the room card information in his hand and said with a fake smile, "What a coincidence. I'm also on the thirty-second floor. If nothing unexpected happens, I think our room numbers should also be next to each other."

Besides, the position where they were standing was quite interesting.

Ying Jing and Wen Fucheng approached the side of the elevator wall from the back, while Sheaves and Wei Yi faced the elevator door from the front.

Wei Yi made a point of looking at the card in her hand.

"That's true. Did you come to the imperial capital specially to play?"

"I came over to work."

"No way. Are you even an adult yet? What kind of boss would dare ask you to hire a child worker to break the law?"

Ying Jing and Wen Fucheng were speechless.

Sheaves was relatively petite and looked like he had yet to graduate.

Ying Jing knew that this person was even older than her and Wei Yi. He was someone close to Wen Fucheng, but she did not know what his occupation was.

In short, Sheaves was more mysterious.

The moment the elevator door opened, she quickly pulled her friend away.

"Don't talk nonsense. He's older than us."

Wen Fucheng and Sheaves were two steps behind them. Hearing Ying Jing's words, Sheaves was stunned.

"How would she know that I'm older than them?"

Wen Fucheng was halfway through his sentence when the phone rang. He gestured for Sheaves to be quiet and walked to the side to answer it.

Ying Jing glanced at him a few times before entering. He was so busy! She'd better leave him alone for now.

The hotel room was large and beautiful. Wei Yi could not wait to pull her in to see it. She did not even bother to close the door.

After answering the call, Wen Fucheng walked to the door and heard laughter coming from next door.

He heard her teasing her friend. She then chatted with her friend about some new ornaments that she had never seen before. She stood in front of the French windows and sighed.

"What are you doing standing in front of the door?" The appearance of Sheaves interrupted his listening, and Wen Fucheng followed him in.

Sheaves narrowed his eyes and quietly sized up the man standing in the room. "If I'm not mistaken, you were smiling just now!"

Wen Fucheng lied expressionlessly.

"You're mistaken."

"No, no. I have excellent eyesight. You were clearly smiling when you stood in front of the door."

He had no intention of continuing to tangle with him.

He resorted to criticizing the other party's Mandarin to interrupt his chatter.

"Go back when you've had your fun. There's no work for you here."

Sheaves disagreed.

"The development of entertainment has been soaring. I'm very optimistic about Dynasty Entertainment, so I've decided that I want to stay in Dynasty Entertainment and be… a manager. I want to personally choose my female lead. I want to personally promote her to the level of a goddess."

Wen Fucheng only replied with two words: Dream on.

He knew that Ying Zenan was still waiting in the company. After staying for a moment, he stood up and left. He also instructed Sheaves to take good care of the two girls for him.

"Why should I?" Sheaves demanded indignantly.

When Wen Fucheng heard his words, he had already walked to the door. He turned his head and glanced at him indifferently. "Because I'm your boss. Because your salary was deducted from my card."

It made a lot of sense. Sheaves had no answer to that.

When Wen Fucheng returned to the company, he immediately went to see Ying Zenan.

Ying Zenan was almost full from tea.

He hiccupped several times before they finally saw him.

"Even someone as punctual as President Wen will be ten minutes late."

Originally, Wen Fucheng could have avoided going to the airport, even though he had already known about Sheaves' flight in advance and had asked him to navigate on his own initially.

He changed his mind after checking his social media app.

Their flights were not on the same schedule, but they were not far behind.

However, Ying Jing did not know from the beginning to the end that the coincidence she thought was due to his efforts.

Sheaves got off the plane early and was forced to eat three large bowls of beef noodles in the airport's noodle shop before Wen Fucheng came.

As Wen Fucheng sat down, his assistant placed the two contracts in front of Ying Zenan.

"CEO Ying, take a look. If there's nothing wrong with the contract, you can sign it on the spot."

Ying Zenan had prepared a lot of sarcastic words, but they were stuck on the spot.

He flipped open the contract in front of him and read it carefully several times. His eyes were filled with disbelief and he had a stunned expression.

After holding it in for a long time, he said, "Is there something wrong with your boss' brain?" Before coming, he was already prepared to deal with Wen Fusheng for most of the day. As a businessman, he definitely prioritized benefits.

He had thought that Dynasty Entertainment was going to skin the Ying family alive.

Of course, if the other party only wanted to raise the price slightly, Ying Zenan could choose to cooperate as far as he could accept.

Ying Zenan had thought of everything he needed to think about, but he did not expect that not only did the other party not increase the price, but he also had the illusion that he was openly giving money to his family.

This was like staying up late to memorize political history on the eve of an exam. When he reached the examination hall, he was informed that it was an open-book format.

Ying Zenan's fist was already hard, but he still punched the cotton.

Was he miffed?

"With all due respect, this contract doesn't seem to have any advantage for your company!" Was Wen Fucheng crazy enough to send him money? Or did the little brother who printed the contract have a blind eye and added a decimal point?

"You're not mistaken, and there's nothing wrong with the contract. I personally organized this contract. Director Ying should be relieved now!"

No, no, no. He was worried.

The more Wen Fucheng said this, the more he felt that he was messing with him.

He was just short of reading the regulations one by one with a magnifying glass.

"Don't tell me President Wen wants to use this cooperation opportunity to attack the Ying family! He wants to ruin my reputation, before chasingmy parents away, and finally selling my sister."

The assistant put a hand to his forehead.

What kind of boss did he have? Which person would be in a hurry to give so much money to the person he wanted to destry?

Ying Zenan was just joking, but no one expected Wen Fucheng to really fall silent.

Ying Zenan's expression immediately changed.

Look, the old fox's tail was showing!

After some thought, Wen Fucheng answered his previous question seriously.

"How much does it cost to buy your sister?"

Ying Zenan was speechless.

His serious look returned and his earlier lackadaisical manner was gone. "Not for any amount of money. People you love are hard to come by. You don't take a penny when it comes to them."

Wen Fucheng understood what he meant and pointed at the contract.

"Got it. Director Ying, don't worry and sign it. For someone as outstanding as Director Ying, I naturally won't only value the immediate benefits. I believe that the Wen and Ying families will definitely join forces in the future."

Ying Zenan was a little carried away by the praise.

See! His brilliance of excellence could no longer be concealed.