"Hmm, it's quite lively in here!"

Sun Dasheng sat down authoritatively, looking at Wen He with a smile. "Would you welcome me joining you for a few drinks?"

"Welcome, of course! A warm welcome!" Wen He hurriedly stood up and respectfully poured him a drink. While pouring, he watched Sun Dasheng's expression and carefully ventured, "Director Sun, is there something you came here for?"

The PR manager next to Ouyang Jiani, who had recognized Sun Dasheng, was about to speak but immediately clamped his mouth shut when he saw his own general manager's look. He was dying for Director Sun to teach this brat a lesson, especially after Wen He had just berated him like a dog.

"What? Am I not allowed in here?" Sun Dasheng's voice was soft, but to Wen He's ears, it was like a volcanic eruption.

He still hadn't figured out what was happening. While they weren't in a direct superior-subordinate relationship, most of the production capacity of his small cosmetics factory was dedicated to private labeling for this man's company. Sun Dasheng was, so to speak, the one who had him by the throat. He didn't dare offend him lightly. Otherwise, the orders would disappear, the factory machines would grind to a halt, and his little business would be finished.

What's more, he was here to secretly sell those private-label products through unauthorized channels. That was not something to be taken lightly. If Director Sun found out, he'd be finished for sure. He kept shooting desperate looks at Ouyang Jiani, signaling her not to say anything. The matter of the orders could still be negotiated.

Ouyang Jiani, however, paid him no mind.

It was a classic case of the tables turning, and it hadn't even taken the proverbial thirty years. Less than three minutes had passed, and he couldn't believe the situation had devolved like this.

"Director Sun, of course you can come," he said, raising his glass with a fawning smile. Sun Dasheng didn't drink, but Wen He downed his own glass in one go. "If I had known you were coming, we would have waited. But... we're already halfway through our meal. This is truly negligent of us, my apologies. How about I have the waiter set a fresh table?" he probed.

His most pressing need was to figure out why Sun Dasheng was here. Surely he couldn't have just stumbled into this private room by chance? Believing that was less plausible than believing Emperor Qin Shi Huang was alive and about to wire him money.

"No need. I just came to join the fun, that's all." Then, as if he had just noticed Ouyang Jiani sitting nearby, he exclaimed in surprise, "Jia Nai, what are you doing here?"

"Master, you're here..." Ouyang Jiani's eyes were bleary, and she swayed unsteadily.

"Why have you had so much to drink?" Sun Dasheng frowned slightly. He walked over to her and said in a reproachful tone, "I've never seen you drink before. Why so much today?"

After speaking, he turned his head and glanced at Wen He.

The look scared Wen He so much he felt his heart stop. So this Little Chili was Director Sun's disciple? What on earth was he going to do now? His heart pounded in his chest, a frantic, chaotic rhythm.

"Director Sun, it's a misunderstanding!" he cried, his face mournful. "I swear to God, I didn't force Manager Ouyang to drink! Everyone here can prove it!"

Unfortunately, no one present was a fool. Nobody stood up to vouch for him.

Under Sun Dasheng's increasingly stern gaze, he was on the verge of tears. "Director Sun, I was wrong. I shouldn't have pressured her to drink at the table. Please, just forgive me this one time."

"Master, he's the big bad wolf trying to get the sheep! You can't let him get away with it!" Ouyang Jiani slurred, her eyes glazed over.

Sun Dasheng picked up his disciple. Before leaving the private room, he left them with a single, ice-cold sentence: "Our business relationship is hereby terminated."

Wen He felt as if he had been plunged into an ice cellar, his heart turning numb with cold. Seeing the PR manager about to leave, he tried playing the sympathy card. "My good brother, help your big bro out! I swear I didn't know Manager Ouyang was Director Sun's disciple!"

The PR manager, whose leg Wen He was now hugging, gave him a complicated look. "You're on your own now."

Shaking himself free, the PR manager left feeling utterly satisfied. He could only describe his current mood with one word: fantastic! The big boss really delivered! A problem that seemed so difficult for them was resolved with a single, effortless sentence from him.

...

"Where are the keys?" Sun Dasheng asked the little apprentice in his arms after fumbling through her purse and finding nothing.

"Keys?..." By now, Ouyang Jiani was genuinely drunk. The alcohol's delayed kick was a strong one.

"How am I supposed to open your door without the keys?" Sun Dasheng asked, exasperated.

"The keys... they're hanging around my neck." Fortunately, she wasn't completely passed out and still had some awareness.

"Around your neck?"

"Yeah... I used to be so scatterbrained, always forgetting my keys. I even got to know the local locksmith pretty well. Then I figured out a solution: hanging them around my neck so I wouldn't lose them," she managed to explain, taking a long time to get the words out.

"Alright, stop talking. It's an effort just listening to you."

He reached for her neck to find the key. He found it hanging from a thin string. He pulled it gently, but it didn't move; it seemed to be caught on something.

"Ouch... hurts... it hurts... Master, be gentle."

What kind of suggestive nonsense was that?

Just then, the elevator door opened, and a woman in her fifties or sixties stepped out. She had overheard everything Ouyang Jiani had just said.

"Young man, what's the rush? You're already at her door. Can't you wait a moment longer?" The older woman had clearly gotten the wrong idea.

Sun Dasheng couldn't be bothered to explain. He just continued tugging at the key, but it remained stubbornly stuck.

Ouyang Jiani cried out in pain again.

"Master, I told you, be gentle..."

The old woman shook her head, muttering about the decline of social morals as she opened her own door and went inside.

BANG!

A loud slam echoed down the hall, a clear expression of her displeasure at their perceived behavior.

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