Black stockings, black stockings, so many beautiful legs in black stockings. As soon as they stepped inside, both the person and the dog were stunned by the scene in the room.

A dozen pairs of long, slender legs clad in black stockings swayed in front of them. It's a challenge for a dog; what dog could withstand such a trial?

And then, Da Huang was swarmed by this group of girls and escorted to a table, where they even arranged a special seat for him, leaving Su Qing standing dumbfounded at the door, at a loss.

What does this mean, recognizing the dog but not the owner?

Why does it feel like Da Huang's treatment surpasses his by quite a bit? A dog surrounded by beauties while he, the pooper scooper, is left unattended—just thinking about it leaves a sour taste in his heart.

If Wang Xing were to see this scene, it might even be more painful for him than being killed.

"What are you thinking about? Hurry up and come in!"

At this moment, Sun Mumu, who had shed her usual cute style, approached him in black attire and high heels, saying.

With her petite build and being someone who rarely wore high heels, her current outfit added a touch of maturity, but admittedly, it felt a bit out of place, like a child secretly wearing their mother's clothes—somewhat comical.

"Coming, coming," Su Qing didn't expose her on the spot and quickly followed along. Inside, Da Huang had already become one with the black-stockinged ladies, immersed in a sea of black stockings, unable to extricate himself. There were even quite a few people nearby taking out their phones to record this beautiful life.

The room wasn't small; it was more of a small hall with five tables inside, each with people seated.

He keenly noticed that Shen Yi was sitting right at the center of the innermost table, accompanied by several department managers and some long-term employees from the capital city. Upon seeing him, they nodded in greeting but showed no intention of engaging in conversation.

Seeing this, Su Qing couldn't help but follow Sun Mumu to a table and sit down.

"What's going on here, is today Black Stockings Day?" Su Qing couldn't help but ask in confusion as he sat down.

This table was filled with people he knew—almost all employees from the planning department, with the addition of Zhao Lei. After all, their department only had two people; Old Wang had already gone to sit at the boss's table, leaving her as a lone wolf to join this table.

"Of course not, this is clearly a spontaneous act by Young Master Huang's fans to give him a surprise. How about that, pretty good, right?" Cui Rong, one of the trio of narrators at the table, smiled a bit seductively. The key point was that she was indeed wearing Balenciaga, with letters on the black stockings, yyds!

Upon hearing this, Sun Mumu, sitting on his other side, pouted. She wasn't sure whether this surprise was for the people or the dog.

Of course, this was a private action by a few girls from her department, and she was forced to participate, even involving a few girls from other departments.

After all, not every girl fits wearing black stockings; at least, they must have some confidence in their figure to dare wear them. At the very least, the legs must be thin.

Otherwise, wearing black stockings with thick legs like elephant legs would be self-humiliating, wouldn't it?

Their planning department only had the narrator trio, plus Sun Mumu and Feng Yan from another table, wearing them. The rest were in their usual attire.

Despite Sun Mumu being a bit petite, she was slender. Even if she looked like a child wearing adult clothes, it wasn't bad-looking. As for Lin Miaomiao beside her, she didn't have any black stockings and had given up on wearing them.

"Since when did Da Huang become so popular at the company?" Su Qing was a bit surprised. After all, it had only been a week, yet this dog seemed to have some kind of social magic, quite unusual indeed.

"Of course, Da Huang is now a celebrity in our company. Sister, this pantyhose has been licked through three pairs by him. Little Su, you have to compensate!" Zhang Xiao, sitting next to Cui Rong, chuckled softly.

Saying this, she purposely moved her leg in black stockings closer to him, letting him see clearly.

[Little guy, won't sister here charm you to death?]

Listening to the narration in his head, Su Qing rolled his eyes. What's this woman thinking, with so much inner drama?

"Compensate, of course, compensate. When Da Huang gets a salary, he'll compensate you himself—I have no money," Su Qing laughed it off.

Ridiculous, I didn't tear them, so why should I compensate? Find the one who tore them.

"It's the same if you compensate; sister wears size 37, remember that!" Zhang Xiao continued.

Su Qing: "Tell Da Huang, how does it make sense for me to compensate? People might think I did it. Debt has a head, and responsibility has a master. Don't try to scam people, Sister Zhang."

Zhang Xiao: ...

Hearing this, Sun Mumu, who saw Zhang Xiao get rebuffed, giggled. She was very satisfied with Su Qing's response. This woman mocked her for looking like a schoolgirl every day, and now she was being countered by a straight man.

"I must say, our company has quite a lot of people, huh?" Su Qing glanced around and sighed.

As they spoke, several more people arrived one after another, taking their seats. With four or five tables, there were at least forty to fifty people gathered.

Such a number could almost support a small to medium-sized company, yet for Shen Yi, this was just the skeleton, not even perfected yet.

"That's because you never leave your room, behaving like a big girl—never stepping outside, not even to the second door. But it looks like we have a lot of people; most are from the business department, accounting for half of the total," Sun Mumu explained.

Upon hearing this, Su Qing looked around and found that apart from Shen Yi's table, the other three tables were mostly men, ranging from their twenties to thirties, with only a few scattered girls.

But thinking about it, it was acceptable. After all, a company needs to operate, and the business department is the most crucial one because it directly brings in money for the company. Almost the entire company relies on this department to survive, so naturally, there are more people.

Besides the business department, there are also HR, finance, and so on, but these departments are currently understaffed, and the publicity department now only has two people.

Don't be fooled by the ten people in the planning department. If the work is subdivided, it's absolutely two departments: one is the official planning department that prepares planning books for various departments, and the other is Feng Yan's clerical group. But for now, both jobs are done together.

"But, your hairstyle... is really awesome, hahaha," Sun Mumu shifted the topic, started sizing him up, and then laughed.

Hearing this, the other girls at the table also turned to look at his newly cut bowl haircut, and everyone couldn't help but chuckle.

Originally a handsome young man, how did the barbershop manage to mess him up like this?

Su Qing: ...

"Please, please, don't talk about it. I am at odds with that Tony at the salon."

In response, the girls at the table couldn't help but laugh out loud, some even took pictures of him. As for Dahuang, it was carefree, licking the stockings of a nearby girl, making it look like it was going in circles. Every time it went to a table, it caused bursts of laughter.

As more people arrived, it was already eight in the evening, and the restaurant staff began serving dishes.

As the boss of the company, Shen Yi naturally had to raise a glass and say a few words, thanking everyone for their hard work and encouraging them to keep up the good work—the kind of cliché speech every boss gives. Su Qing didn't listen at all, busy scarfing down food with Lin Miaomiao.

In front of Dahuang was a special dish of roasted meat and chicken legs, which it ate with great pleasure.

"On behalf of myself, I toast to everyone," Shen Yi stood up, raising his glass in invitation. The people at several tables in the room also stood up, raised their glasses in response, and enjoyed the harmonious atmosphere.

However, Su Qing leisurely sipped his drink since the table was filled with girls who didn't drink, so no one pressured him. It couldn't have been better.

Soon, an employee from the business department got up to toast Shen Yi, and slowly the atmosphere among the crowd began to heat up.

Every company has people who are enthusiastic about livening up the atmosphere, and Shen Yi was an excellent host, drinking elegantly, while some of the older employees helped block drinks. After several rounds, Shen Yi was still perfectly fine.

Of course, some men from the business department came to their table to toast, but this table was full of girls, with plenty of soft drinks and mineral water. It won't hurt you.

And no one asked Su Qing, the only guy, to go out and block drinks, making the men at the other tables envious.

But of course, if someone insisted on challenging him to a drink, there was nothing else to do but face it head-on. Fortunately, not many people came to them, so it wasn't something he couldn't handle.

After eating for more than half an hour, Shen Yi and some managers left the scene, giving everyone space to let loose.

Sure enough, once the leaders left, the crowd got more excited, especially those old guys in the business department, each one an expert drinker, as many business deals were closed over drinks, so they knew how to liven up the party.

"Awei, can you handle it?"

"Yeah, hurry up, you're half a bottle behind!"

"Damn it, big brother."

"Who can't handle it now?"

"If you can, then drink up!"

"If you can't handle your liquor, why not drink with the dog at the table?"

The men from the business department started making a fuss, but the last sentence immediately caused the girls at his table to get upset.

"What do you mean by that, are you looking down on us?"

"Who are you saying should drink with the dog?"

"Yeah, what's wrong with us being at the same table as Dahuang?"

"Dahuang, bite them, go!"

If this were said elsewhere, it would be just a joke, but there's really a dog at their table, a very clever dog.

Dahuang: "Woof woof woof woof" [Come, come, come, I, the dog lord, will drink you under the table. Let the lady in black stockings from your table come over and accompany us, hurry!]

Su Qing: ...

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