Chapter 224: Chapter 224: Is Duan Feihan Just a Tyrant from Ancient Times?
Duan Feihan fiddled with his black cufflinks in the dark, and casually asked, “Do you want to join me?”
Bai Chuwei laughed, “Hanhan, why would I join you for a dinner with an important client?”
“The person on the other side is a woman, and she has her eye on me.”
“What does it matter if she has her eye on you? You don’t have your eye on her,” Bai Chuwei said, snorting dismissively at the thought.
Duan Feihan nodded, “I indeed have no interest in her, I…”
Bai Chuwei: “You’re only interested in work.”
She understood Duan Feihan’s persona better than anyone, the archetypical villain who only loves work.
Duan Feihan: “…Aren’t you afraid I might also take a fancy to her and no longer be your underling?”
Duan Feihan’s eyes, dark as night, fixated on her.
Bai Chuwei suddenly felt a twinge of concern and changed her tune, “Alright, I’ll go with you.”
As the two entered the reserved private room.
The woman who had arrived early stood up, emotionally exclaiming, “President Duan, hello… And this is?”
The woman was very beautiful, with neat short hair and wearing a crisp white suit, she looked very capable.
When Duan Feihan saw Bai Chuwei’s lips move, he quickly spoke before she could utter “underling”: “My friend.”
That word carried a somewhat ambiguous boundary.
A flicker of disappointment quickly passed through Zhou Ying’s eyes, she probably understood Mr. Duan’s intention, deliberately bringing along a girl who was beautiful like a Little Fairy to join the dinner. She got the message loud and clear.
Zhou Ying knew when to pick up and when to let go; since Mr. Duan had already declined, she had no reason to linger.
Zhou Ying tucked away her thoughts and focused on dinner, discussing strictly business throughout.
Bai Chuwei listened to their conversation, her brows slightly raised in surprise.
This Zhou Ying was in real estate, which meant… Duan Feihan had already begun to lay out plans in China’s real estate market?
True to his role as the villain in the story, his mind was always on how to make more money.
“President Duan, that piece of land in the east of Haicheng, I believe it’s very valuable,” Zhou Ying said, her expression showing her excitement. “Once we have the government’s approval, securing that land for either residential or commercial development would be very profitable.”
Duan Feihan took a small sip of red wine, his brow slightly furrowing.
“We’re not going after that piece of land,” Bai Chuwei, who had been quiet until then, suddenly spoke up, her voice tinged with amusement.
Zhou Ying, hearing Bai Chuwei’s nickname for Mr. Duan, felt a pang of jealousy but quickly steadied herself and said, “You must be a high school student, right? Don’t interfere in these matters, many companies are vying for that land.”
Bai Chuwei picked up the cloth bag by her feet, her voice a bit lazy, “Xiaozhou, there are dead people on that land, I advise you not to bid on it.”
Bai Chuwei patted Duan Feihan on the shoulder, “Hanhan, I’m going to find Cao Jinhai.”
Bai Chuwei’s graceful figure disappeared from their view, leaving Zhou Ying with a face full of shock and astonishment: “President Duan, what did your friend mean? There are dead people on that land in the east of the city?” ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel[f]ire.net
Zhou Ying couldn’t help herself and said, “President Duan, isn’t there dead people under every piece of land these days? Many schools were even built on what used to be mass burial sites.”
Duan Feihan’s gaze grew intense, and he spoke in a heavy tone, “I’m not going after that land anymore, and I suggest Ms. Zhou doesn’t either.”
Zhou Ying was completely dumbfounded, no… could it really be?
Just because of an offhand remark from a high school girl, they were just going to walk away from it?
Was Mr. Duan willing to forgo making a huge profit, just to hand it over to someone else?
Zhou Ying looked at the man in front of her who all women found enticing, and couldn’t help but ask, “President Duan, if I may be so bold to ask, your sudden change of mind, is it because of… what that girl just said?”
And you answer so nonchalantly! In ancient times, you would have been labeled a foolish emperor!