Chapter 592: Her collarbone is beautiful.

Zhong Xiaoyao dressed with a great deal of calculation.

It wasn't revealing at all; the neckline was just slightly wide, resting right below her collarbones, offering no glimpse of cleavage whatsoever.

But precisely because of this, the front of her dress tightly bound her chest, making it appear even fuller.

Her collarbones were indeed very attractive, a rare 'wing-shaped' type.

Her two collarbones extended like a pair of wings.

This form usually makes a girl appear very alluring and easily evokes desire.

In contrast, Jin Lu and Wei Rusi had 'straight-line' collarbones, a form that was more sophisticated; most supermodels possessed this type of collarbone.

Especially when wearing off-the-shoulder or boat-neck tops.

If Jin Lu and Wei Rusi's collarbones exuded beauty, then Zhong Xiaoyao's exuded allure.

"Your collarbones are very beautiful."

Zheng Qian looked her over and said sincerely.

"Thank you for the compliment, President Zheng."

Zhong Xiaoyao's cheeks flushed, and even the skin above her collarbones turned slightly red. She rarely saw Zheng Qian look at her with such eyes; it seemed her choice of outfit today was spot on.

"Then... do you have any other instructions? If not, I will go and carry them out."

Soon, Zhong Xiaoyao regained her composure.

She thought to herself that President Zheng saw too many beauties daily; being too forward would make her seem cheap, so she needed to hold back a little.

In fact, she had watched the livestream yesterday, especially when Zheng Qian was tipping Lu Lingwei.

On one hand, she was incredibly jealous and envious that Lu Lingwei had earned in one livestream what countless people couldn't earn in a lifetime.

On the other hand, she felt she had learned a lot of knowledge.

Especially Lu Lingwei's affected, coquettish mannerisms; they were very vivid. She was convinced that rich men liked girls like that.

Especially the way Lu Lingwei manipulated her fans' emotions—she felt it was very on-point. Zhong Xiaoyao found this deeply inspiring.

"Go ahead. Oh... right, call Chen Chou and Duan Qiran over."

"Very well, President Zheng."

Zhong Xiaoyao bowed slightly and departed gracefully.

She had specifically chosen a pair of stockings with a 'shrimp line' today. Seen from behind, that line extended all the way up from the base of her legs, evoking endless fantasies.

Based on her understanding of Zheng Qian, she knew he was an old 'warden'.

However, when she turned back quietly while closing the door, she found that Zheng Qian hadn't noticed her little scheme, which made Zhong Xiaoyao feel somewhat dejected.

But she quickly adjusted her mood. There was plenty of time. Although Lu Lingwei had earned a lot last night, as long as she could make something happen with Zheng Qian in the future, wouldn't a net worth of hundreds of millions, or even billions, be just a matter of time?

Returning to her office, she called Duan Qiran up and then opened an e-commerce platform.

"Since President Zheng praised my collarbones, I must only buy clothes of this type from now on. It's a pity they aren't the high-class straight-line type like Sister Jin Lu's. Should I get collarbone plastic surgery..."

Zhong Xiaoyao fell into distress over this.

Just as she was hesitating, she saw a new WeChat friend request.

[Manager Zhong, is it convenient to chat during the lunch break? I am Lu Lingwei. There is something you will definitely be very interested in. It won't take up too much of your time. I am waiting for you at the cafe on the corner.]

Lu Lingwei? That employee from Qianlu Bank?

Because of her position, if it were an ordinary secretary, they might address her directly as 'Assistant Zhong' or something similar.

But Zhong Xiaoyao was the Secretary-General of the President's Office, so everyone used honorifics, just like the 'Manager Zhong' Lu Lingwei used.

After all, according to The Group's structure, Qianlu Bank also belonged to Qianlu Group.

Strictly speaking, Zhong Xiaoyao was even Lu Lingwei's superior.

Leaving aside how she replied to Lu Lingwei for now.

Duan Qiran had already arrived at Zheng Qian's office.

The moment he walked in, Zheng Qian felt that his entire demeanor had changed.

Duan Qiran was originally just a muscle-bound gym rat who knew some simple combat; he had no problem dealing with most ordinary people, but against a powerful martial artist, he would be out of his depth.

In this past month, Zheng Qian had not kept Chen Chou by his side.

Instead, he had him train Duan Qiran and the others.

Duan Qiran still respected Zheng Qian a great deal, especially after Zheng Qian demonstrated such massive capital power, and with his own salary rising, he was even more convinced and loyal, devoted entirely to Zheng Qian.

He stood straight before Zheng Qian like a sturdy pine.

Chen Chou sat naturally on the sofa opposite him, as coldly as usual.

This was what Zheng Qian had instructed; he never treated Chen Chou as a killing machine, but rather as a relationship akin to both teacher and friend.

But what left Zheng Qian speechless was that Chen Chou seemed unable to change how he addressed him, still calling him 'Boss' when facing him.

Although Brother Chou handled matters very reliably, he couldn't leave everything to him.

He needed a group of trustworthy bodyguards by his side.

"President Zheng, did you call for me?"

Duan Qiran looked at Zheng Qian with enthusiastic eyes.

"Yes, I called you here to..."

Zheng Qian nodded, just about to answer, when Chen Chou suddenly spoke up.

He nodded slightly and lightly flicked his fingernail, which actually produced a clanging sound like a zither.

Chen Chou didn't even look up; with his eyelids half-closed, he looked at his fingers and said slowly:

"Boss, Shang Yanxiong of the Shanghai Americas Club is getting restless."

"Do you want me to go and kill him?"

This question actually stumped Zheng Qian. He lit a cigarette and pondered for a moment, "What are the odds?"

"Eighty percent."

Chen Chou answered honestly, "He also has capable people by his side; those two Westerners are quite strong. Whether it's where he lives or the club, there are many people guarding him openly and secretly, but it's not impossible."

"Then forget it."

Hearing this, Zheng Qian waved his hand without hesitation.

He knew that when Chen Chou did such things, he was usually like a madman, taking his own life very lightly.

Sixty percent probability is not high; as long as it wasn't a one-hundred-percent certainty, he wouldn't let Chen Chou take action.

More importantly, one wrong move could affect the whole situation.

As the young master of the Shanghai Americas Club, Shang Yanxiong had intricate connections with the United States.

This person could not be touched for the time being; they could only use commercial means to oppose him, as it hadn't yet reached the point where killing was necessary.

"Little Duan, seeing that you've been training well lately, I'm going to arrange a job for you."

"Help me monitor someone."

"Brother Chou must have taught you quite a few techniques for infiltration, counter-surveillance, and so on, right? If you can handle this beautifully, I will reward you. I heard the Qinhuai Club has some new 'tea'—some 'Jiangnan Lean Horses' and a few minor celebrities..."

Seeing Zheng Qian getting increasingly outrageous, Duan Qiran's eyes were filled with endless longing.

"That's impossible, hahaha, am I that kind of person? Alright, go do it. The bonus for you and the brothers definitely won't be small. But I'll say this upfront: this matter is very important to me. Even if you fail to maintain surveillance, you must absolutely not get exposed."

"You must keep this in mind."