77: Chapter 77 Exclusive Title

Sun Yiyao's hand was already resting on the pull ring of the rolling shutter door; with just a gentle tug, this 120-square-meter prime street-front shop would become a completely enclosed, private space.

Her ears were flushed deep red, and her heart was beating uncontrollably fast.

"You stay at the shop and study the renovation and future operations."

Zhang Qi spoke, his tone very flat, as if he hadn't understood her hint at all.

"I have things to do, I'll be heading off first."

Sun Yiyao's hand froze on the rolling shutter door.

She turned her head, looking at Zhang Qi in disbelief.

Rejected?

Her hint had been so obvious, yet Zhang Qi actually... didn't take it?

"...Alright."

Sun Yiyao let go of the pull ring, her voice sounding a bit stifled.

She wasn't the type to pester someone, but at this moment, she was truly feeling doubtful.

Was she not attractive enough anymore?

Or was he unsatisfied with her performance in the car earlier?

Zhang Qi didn't offer any further explanation; he pushed open the shop's glass door and walked out.

His silhouette was decisive and clean, never looking back.

Sun Yiyao stood in the empty shop, staring at the direction he had left in for quite a while.

Then she lowered her head, unconsciously biting her lower lip.

Her mind began to race wildly.

Could it be that Brother Qi felt this wasn't stimulating enough? Did he want to do it for real in the car...

Sun Yiyao's face flushed red instantly.

If they were to go at it directly in the car, the vehicle would definitely start shaking, and people passing by would see it.

That would be too shameful.

But if Brother Qi really wanted it that way...

She shook her head vigorously, trying to shake off those messy thoughts in her mind.

No, no, don't think about this for now.

She looked around the empty shop again, took a deep breath, took out her phone, opened her notes app, and began to record her initial thoughts on the shop's renovation.

But after typing two lines, her fingers stopped again.

Her head was filled with only one thought—should she take the initiative to come up with some new tricks next time?

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The porsche 911 wove through the afternoon traffic in Shenzhen, the low roar of its engine echoing between the high-rises.

Zhang Qi had one hand on the steering wheel, his mind entirely focused on the matter of registering a company.

Coming from a background as an ordinary office worker, he had absolutely no concept of how to register a company.

What materials were needed? Where to go to process it? How to open a corporate account? How to handle taxes?

These things couldn't be figured out just by searching on Baidu.

Furthermore, if he really wanted to get the company running, there would be a pile of matters to manage afterward.

Sun Yiyao's flower shop was just the first step.

He definitely wouldn't just open this one shop in the future.

Investing and operating could trigger system cashbacks, which meant he had to keep investing money.

Opening shops, renting venues, renovations, procurement, paying salaries—every expense could be returned twofold.

This was a perpetual money-printing machine.

But the prerequisite was that he needed someone to help him manage it.

He didn't understand management, nor was he interested in sitting in an office every day dealing with those trivial matters.

After thinking it over and over, only one person was suitable.

Manager Chen Danni.

A graduate of a prestigious university's finance department, she had been grinding in the financial industry for many years; her ability was beyond doubt.

For a woman to be able to reach the position of Analysis Department Manager in a wolf's den like Zhisheng Finance, her management skills were definitely not a problem.

Moreover, Manager Chen Danni's leverage was now in his hands, and he had been the one to clean up her mess regarding the embezzlement of public funds; she was someone who would be both reliable and easy to use.

His mind was made up.

Zhang Qi turned the steering wheel and headed straight for the office building where Zhisheng Finance was located.

Fifteen minutes later, the matte-grey Porsche pulled steadily into the underground parking garage.

Zhang Qi turned off the engine, got out of the car, and took the elevator upstairs with practiced ease.

The elevator doors opened, and that familiar glass door of the Analysis Department was right in front of him.

He pushed the door open and walked in.

The office area was filled with the sound of keyboards clicking and low conversations, no different from before he had resigned.

But the moment he appeared, several people looked up at the same time.

"Zhang Qi?"

"Holy crap, it's Brother Zhang!"

"Why is he here? Didn't he already resign?"

A few colleagues who had a decent relationship with him stood up to greet him, their gazes sweeping over him several times.

Wearing high-end casual clothes, the dial of his Patek Philippe watch faintly visible at his cuffs, his entire aura was as different as night and day from the corporate drone who used to sit at his desk typing away.

Zhang Qi nodded casually, acknowledging everyone's greetings.

His gaze swept across the office area and landed on a workstation in the corner.

Qian Mengsheng was sitting there.

She was wearing a milky-white form-fitting knit sweater, the neckline slightly open, revealing a slender stretch of her neck.

Below, she paired it with dark-grey high-waisted dress pants, raising the waistline high, making her legs appear straight and long.

On her feet, she wore a pair of pointed-toe low-cut stilettos, the uppers made of nude-pink patent leather, matching her fair, tender skin tone perfectly.

Her hair wasn't worn down today; she had tied it into a low ponytail at the back of her head, with a few stray locks hanging by her ears, making her look clean and fresh.

Her face only had light makeup, but at her age of just over twenty, she didn't need much embellishment; just that face full of collagen was enough to be stunning.

She was staring at Zhang Qi.

Her round, almond-shaped eyes were filled with complex emotions.

There was surprise, joy, and an indescribable sense of awkwardness.

The scene she had seen at the cinema last night was still etched in her mind—Manager Chen Danni wearing a tight leather skirt, clinging to Zhang Qi's embrace as if she had no bones.

That image had been too much of a shock for her.

She still hadn't fully processed it even now.

"Qian Mengsheng."

Zhang Qi took the initiative to call out to her.

His tone was very ordinary, much like when he used to mentor her at the company.

Regarding Qian Mengsheng, he was different compared to how he was with other women.

Back when he was still a simp, it was Qian Mengsheng who woke him up, telling him not to be a sucker anymore.

Although this girl sometimes didn't do things very efficiently, and her brain wasn't the sharpest, Zhang Qi was a person who remembered kindness.

She had helped him, so he wouldn't treat her poorly.

Qian Mengsheng snapped back to reality, hurriedly stood up from her workstation, and walked quickly to Zhang Qi.

She subconsciously stood very close, close enough to smell the clean, pleasant scent on Zhang Qi.

"Master."

Her voice was soft, carrying a hint of playfulness.

This form of address was one she had started using before Zhang Qi had resigned.

Back then, Zhang Qi was mentoring her at the company, teaching her how to make reports and organize data; he was a master in the true sense of the word.

But now, when this "Master" was called out, the flavor had completely changed.

It wasn't the polite formality between a superior and subordinate in the workplace, but a kind of... sense of exclusivity.

This was a form of address that only she would use.

Su Ran wouldn't call him that, and Manager Chen Danni certainly wouldn't.

Only she, Qian Mengsheng, was Zhang Qi's "apprentice."

"We'll go out to eat in a while."

Zhang Qi just dropped this one sentence, then turned directly and walked toward Manager Chen Danni's office.

Qian Mengsheng opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, he was already walking away.

She had no choice but to withdraw her gaze and sit back down in her seat.

But the curve of her lips couldn't be suppressed no matter what.

He said they would eat together in a while.

Eating together, huh.

At this stage where Zhang Qi was throwing around tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands, he was willing to specifically ask her to eat with him; what did that mean?

It meant she had a place in his heart.

Qian Mengsheng bit her lip hard, pressing down the corner of her mouth that was curling up too obviously.

Don't let the colleagues see it.

But the few people next to her had their attention not on her at all.

Their gazes had all followed Zhang Qi's back.

"Why did he go to the manager's office?"

A male colleague wearing glasses leaned over to the neighboring workstation and asked in a low voice.

"What else? He must regret resigning."

Another male colleague wearing a plaid shirt pushed up his glasses, looking certain.

"Think about it, how many days has it been since he resigned? Even if there are some investments outside, where is it so easy to make money these days? Nine times out of ten, he lost money, wants to come back to work, and is here to beg Sister Danni."

"Makes sense."

The male colleague with glasses nodded repeatedly.

"He was so arrogant when he resigned, now he's back with his tail between his legs, right?"

"Tsk tsk, reality teaches you a lesson."

The two looked at each other and both revealed gloating smiles.

Qian Mengsheng listened to these discussions, her fingers motionless on the keyboard.

She didn't speak up to refute them, nor did she participate in the discussion.

She just silently rolled her eyes in her heart.

These people really don't know.

Where is Zhang Qi begging Manager Chen Danni?

It's more like Manager Chen Danni is currently in front of Zhang Qi, wishing she could tear herself into eight pieces to please him.