Chapter 11: She Really Boosted His Confidence

Gu Mingzhu smiled brightly, like a spring flower blooming: "Others might not have a way, but President Zhang has great connections. I feel like you're just trying to flatter me."

Before Zhang Zhihong could speak, several men with him started joking: "Others might not have a way, but Miss Mingzhu personally came today. President Zhang will definitely give some face."

"That's right. But it depends on what resources Miss Gu has. As long as she has enough resources, why wouldn't Mr. Zhang agree…"

The group laughed and joked freely. Zhang Zhihong's smile grew heavier, and he casually draped his arm around Gu Mingzhu's shoulder. "That's the point. Since Mingzhu has come to me for help, how can I turn you down? However, there are indeed quite a few people interested in this batch of goods from Xijiang."

Gu Mingzhu suppressed the disgust in her heart and calmly removed his hand from her shoulder. She lightly replied, "The terms are negotiable, but I'm sure you know I don't fall for sweet talk. If you try to woo me like you would a little girl, it won't work."

Zhang Zhihong was momentarily dazzled by her smile, his thoughts wandering.

A rare beauty, absolutely rare in the world!

No wonder so many powerful figures in Xijiang have fallen under her sway.

"I understand, I understand." With that, Zhang Zhihong handed a room card to Gu Mingzhu and said with a smile, "Tonight, I'll have someone prepare the contract."

At that moment, Gu Mingzhu's phone lit up.

She ignored it, knowing the bait had been taken.

Glancing at the room card in her hand, she smiled and accepted it.

The smile in Zhang Zhihong's eyes deepened, but he wasn't willing to let Gu Mingzhu leave easily. Several men took turns pouring her drinks, trying to gain some advantage.

But Gu Mingzhu was slippery as an eel. After more than an hour, despite Zhang Zhihong's attempts to touch her hands a couple of times, he hadn't gained any advantage, which made him somewhat annoyed.

His gaze fell on the marks on Gu Mingzhu's neck, the remnants of kisses that hadn't faded, and his patience increased.

Gu Mingzhu held her wine glass, seeing his expression, the smile on her lips became more genuine.

These ambiguous traces were left by Yan Jingcheng before. She deliberately exposed them for Zhang Zhihong to see, to make him feel that she wasn't unattainable.

As long as he was willing to pay the price, she was within his reach.

Only by making him think so would he not threaten or force her. After all, people are always willing to be patient with something they can almost touch.

On the other side, Yan Jingcheng's expression wasn't good.

From his perspective, Zhang Zhihong was entirely too close to Gu Mingzhu, the woman's eyes curved, and they were engrossed in conversation.

Yan Jingcheng leaned back in his chair, lit a cigarette, his gaze deep.

Hmm, she really boosted his confidence.

"Azhao." Yan Jingcheng waved his hand towards the direction behind him.

A black-clothed man with a scar on his forehead and an expressionless face quickly stepped forward and bowed before Yan Jingcheng.

"Take care of those few," he said lightly, but his narrow phoenix eyes were full of cruelty and gloom.

The man called "Azhao" followed Yan Jingcheng's gaze, nodded, and replied, "Yes."

Ji Mingye, who was smoking beside him, glanced at Gu Mingzhu and sneered, "This woman could have chosen anyone, but she had to pick Zhang Zhihong, this plaything. They've been watched from above for a while now."

Yan Jingcheng's gaze was deep as he lightly spoke, "What she wants isn't that batch of wood."