Chapter 121 Tom's Question

In the study.

Behind that expensive mahogany desk, Wang Xiuyuan had his eyes tightly shut, a blissful smile on his face.

Suddenly, Wang Xiuyuan took a deep breath, followed by a comfortable groan.

"Sss~ Ahhhh!"

A few minutes later, the hot-bodied Sharon Stone stood up from in front of Wang Xiuyuan.

A well-tailored white professional skirt suit, skin-toned velvet stockings, and red-soled, pointed-toe white stilettos—these elements showcased Sharon Stone's sexy figure to the fullest.

The OL professional outfit was one of Wang Xiuyuan's favorite "player jerseys."

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There was a crisp "smack."

Wang Xiuyuan's palm made intimate contact with Sharon Stone's perky buttocks.

"Sharon, as a personal secretary, you must firmly remember what your boss says. There's an old Chinese saying: even a vicious tiger does not eat its cubs."

"Even a ferocious tiger won't kill its own children, let alone treat them as food."

"How could you force me to make a mistake?"

Sharon Stone slowly stood up straight, one hand lightly rubbing the buttock that Wang Xiuyuan had just slapped. There wasn't a hint of unhappiness on her face; she seemed accustomed to Wang Xiuyuan's behavior.

"I'm sorry, Boss, I was wrong. It won't happen again. You hit me so hard just now, it hurts; rub it for me, will you?"

Sharon Stone obediently apologized and then aimed her perky buttocks toward Wang Xiuyuan's position.

However, looking at her charming, dazed face, it was clear she would likely make the same mistake again.

Wang Xiuyuan didn't fall for this bombshell's trick; he slowly stood up and put on his pants.

"Forget it for now; we'll talk about it tonight."

"Tom and Jerry will be here soon. I have important matters to discuss with them. Go back to your room and rest first."

Seeing Wang Xiuyuan speak, Sharon Stone didn't dare say another word and could only obediently leave the study.

Mars and the others had given Wang Xiuyuan a total of six "Canaries." Whether these six women came to Wang Xiuyuan voluntarily or by force, whenever he needed to vent, they would do everything in their power to make him comfortable.

Wang Xiuyuan was very satisfied with the performance of these bombshells.

Blood-pumping outfits, the imperial enjoyment of being served by multiple people, unlocking various scenario modes, wonderful and interesting props—Wang Xiuyuan had repeatedly enjoyed content he never had the chance to experience in his previous life over these past few months.

Fortunately, Wang Xiuyuan's body had been strengthened by the System; if it were an ordinary person, they would have been drained dry by these sexy vixens long ago.

Because Wang Xiuyuan was dissatisfied with the nonsense Sharon Stone had said in her previous life, he always liked to use her to test out particularly intense "games" whenever he thought of them, which caused Sharon Stone a great deal of suffering.

If Sharon Stone still uttered those nonsensical remarks decades later, the root of the problem would surely lie with Wang Xiuyuan—who told him to torment her so miserably!

"Hello, Boss!"

After entering the cigar room, Wang Xiuyuan's lawyer, Tom, and his accountant, Jerry, both stood up to greet him.

"Sit down, everyone. No need to be so formal in a private setting. Tom, you go first."

Wang Xiuyuan took out a Romeo y Julieta Churchill series cigar from the humidor, skillfully clipped the cap, and then lit it with a jet-flame butane lighter.

"Boss, I have once again screened a group of Retired special forces soldiers according to your requirements, fifty-five people in total."

"Like Holt and the others, these people performed excellently during their service and didn't get involved in any messy, dirty business."

"They are disciplined soldiers from good backgrounds with a sense of boundaries and morality."

"Moreover, their lives have fallen into hardship because their family members are seriously ill; now is when they need help the most."

"These are their files. You can visit their homes when you have time."

Tom then placed a large stack of documents on the coffee table in front of Wang Xiuyuan.

Tom's work performance over this past period had been very reliable, so Wang Xiuyuan didn't bother looking through the files.

"I won't personally visit their homes this time. I have too much on my plate lately and I'm a bit overwhelmed."

"Tom, you go in my place. Take two people from my Bodyguard team with you. On one hand, they'll ensure your safety, and on the other, they can handle any questions that are difficult to answer."

After saying this, Wang Xiuyuan handed the freshly lit cigar to Tom. These actions fully demonstrated his high level of trust in Tom.

"Thank you, Boss. I'll ask Wells to arrange two people to go with me when the time comes."

Tom took the cigar from Wang Xiuyuan's hand, and after hesitating for a moment, he asked the question that had been bothering him for a long time.

"Boss, would it be convenient to ask a question?"

"Hmm?" Wang Xiuyuan, who was clipping a cigar, looked up in confusion. He didn't know what kind of question Tom could possibly have for him.

"Go ahead. If I know the answer, I'd be happy to enlighten you."

"Boss, while collecting these files, I've been thinking about something."

"If you want to hire Bodyguards, you could go directly to a security company. They have the most professional teams, which would surely be more reliable for personal protection than Retired special forces soldiers without professional training."

"Furthermore, the salary you offer is very high and you provide them with comprehensive benefits; the Bodyguards would surely do their utmost to protect your life."

"If you want to do charity, there are many people in orphanages and hospitals who need help; we could just contact them directly."

"There's absolutely no need to spend so much energy and time on investigation and screening. Do you have a specific intention for doing this?"

"I'm just curious. If it's inconvenient to say, then just act like I never asked."

After hearing Tom's question, Wang Xiuyuan smiled—not because he thought the question was ridiculous, but out of pride for Huaxia's cultural heritage.

If Tom's question were posed in Huaxia, any history buff with even a slight interest in Chinese history, or someone who had watched a few serious TV shows, movies, or historical novels, could guess the answer. It didn't require extensive knowledge at all.

Yet, this question that the vast majority of Chinese people could see through at a glance was incomprehensible to a social elite like Tom, who was a graduate of a prestigious American university.

This wasn't because of a lack of ability on Tom's part, but because America's historical foundation was insufficient. America's thin history books didn't provide enough case studies for the American people to learn from.