Chapter 67: Chapter 67: Master Yan, Did I Offend You?
Chapter 67: Chapter 67: Master Yan, Did I Offend You?
Next, without waiting for Zhui Feng to ask any questions, Liuyun and Wang Yue walked up, grabbed the person one on the left and one on the right, and walked out of the elevator.
Wang Yue even said with grave seriousness, “I heard there’s a geomantic treasure spot at the foot of South Sea Mountain.
Burying you there wouldn’t be too bad, right?”
As Zhui Feng struggled and cursed away, his voice growing fainter, Li Qiao curved her lips and arched her eyebrows before casually walking out of the elevator.
On the top floor of One Zero One, nearly two thousand square meters in size, large floor-to-ceiling glass walls neatly divided the space into different areas.
This was the power center of Yan Emperor International Group.
At this moment, Li Qiao followed Shang Yu to his office.
A nearly four-hundred-square-meter room, spacious and stylish, was dominantly decorated in black and gold.
The panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows on either side offered a sprawling view of the entirety of South Sea City.
This tallest skyscraper in the city was a landmark and also a symbol of South Sea.
In front of the black executive desk, Shang Yu undid the buttons of his suit jacket and gestured toward the sofa on his right, “Sit.”
Li Qiao walked over with her hands behind her back and sat down, crossing her legs, “Master Yan, you’re dressed so formally today.
Shang Yu glanced at her with his dark eyes, his gaze lingering on her snow-white slender shoulders, and spoke indifferently, “One should dress appropriately for the office.”
For some reason, when Shang Yu said that, it seemed like there was a fire hidden in his eyes.
Li Qiao subconsciously tugged the off-shoulder neckline of her short sleeve up towards her shoulder, but the top got covered, and yet her waistline was exposed even more.
Suddenly a bit annoyed, why was this outfit so small?
At this time, Shang Yu leaned back in his chair, resting his right leg casually on his left, flipped open the document on his desk, and said sternly, “You’re quite familiar with Zhui Feng?”
Li Qiao, sitting on the sofa, fiddled with her collar and tugged at the hem of her short top, distractedly replied, “Not familiar.”
“Not familiar?” the man repeated, and he watched Li Qiao intently as he unscrewed his fountain pen.
At the sound, Li Qiao blinked her doe eyes and said without any psychological burden, “Ah, indeed, not familiar.
Today is only our second meeting.
President Fong knows I excel both in conduct and learning, so he wanted to poach me to be his assistant.”
Zhui Feng, who was being reprimanded in the stairwell, suddenly sneezed violently.
Who the hell was talking about him behind his back?
Shang Yu’s deep gaze fell on Li Qiao’s face, his lips slightly parted, “You’re short of a job?”
Li Qiao’s eyes sparkled, and she leaned on the sofa’s armrest with one hand propping her chin, a sly smile playing at her lips, “I’m not short of a job, but I’m short of intern experience.
Her plan to intern at Yan Emperor International was premeditated ever since she met Shang Yu.
From beginning to end, it was all because of him.
Just when Li Qiao thought her victory was in sight, she heard the man’s merciless rejection, “No hiring.”
The smile on Li Qiao’s lips stiffened: “…”
“Oh.” She responded, sat up straight again, and turned her face away expressionlessly to look at the glass wall directly ahead.
This man was clearly not a noble; would a noble gentleman reject someone ?
As Li Qiao’s cheeks grew increasingly gloomy, a meaningful smile appeared on Shang Yu’s lips, “The board currently doesn’t need interns, however…”
Li Qiao gave him a sideways look, arching her eyebrow, “However what?”
At the sound, the man leaned back comfortably in the executive chair, his eyes deep and mysterious, with a hidden glint, “The reception desk at the lobby downstairs of Yan Emperor headquarters can offer you an intern position.”
Li Qiao didn’t speak.
Her doe eyes fixed intently into the man’s somber eyes, and after weighing for a moment, she straightforwardly asked, “Master Yan, have I somehow offended you?”
Her interning at the reception desk, wasn’t that just like chasing stars from a distance?