Chapter 344: Keeping One's Tail Between One's Legs

Hearing this, Lao Wang Zong had the feeling of being played—what date is it today? And they're only telling him now that the other party is coming to Shanghai tomorrow?

This was treating people like they didn't matter.

Lao Wang Zong said unhappily, "They're coming to Shanghai tomorrow, and you're only telling me now?"

"I only just found out myself—they only just told me, I had no choice either." Fang Hong's words carried a tone of difficulty.

In fact, he had known long ago—he was the one who called them over, deliberately not telling Lao Wang Zong.

"Why do I get the feeling he wasn't invited by you, but was invited over by the Shanghai Film Festival?" Lao Wang Zong couldn't help suspecting this.

The meaning in the other party's words clearly was: they first accepted the Shanghai Film Festival's invitation, then told him.

If it were a normal meeting, it should have been in the United States, in Beijing—not Shanghai. Choosing Shanghai didn't look like coming to seriously discuss business.

They were coming to attend an event.

"Their style of doing things is rather special, how could I demand so much—as long as they come, that's fine." Fang Hong said.

The meaning was: don't worry about how they got here, anyway they're coming, and the matter will be handled.

"Fang, not to criticize you, but your ability to handle things is a bit lacking." Lao Wang was dissatisfied with him.

He had thought this person was very capable, but now it seemed they couldn't even handle such a small matter properly—poor ability, expectations had been too high.

"Hey Lao Wang Zong, why do you all keep making things hard for me? I also have to keep my tail between my legs." Fang Hong was unhappy—being talked to like this, having his ability doubted.

Of course this was deliberate on his part—playing weak. With this kind of ability, don't cling to him in the future.

"In short, I'm very disappointed in you, you can't handle big responsibilities." Wang Lao Zong gave this evaluation, then hung up the phone.

Fang Hong looked at his phone and cursed, "Go to hell, old thing."

"Who are you cursing?" Liu Tianxian was beside him, holding a milk tea and sipping it.

Her "Shu-like Love" had already finished filming; today she came over to keep this man company.

Now that Beijing's weather was warming up, she wore a baseball cap, oversized sunglasses, a gray t-shirt with ripped jeans, and slippers on her feet.

Nicely put, this outfit was fashionable; not so nicely put, it was delinquent-girl style.

At this moment the two were on Chuangye Street, that is, Zhongguancun—the stone-paved road was clean and tidy, the locust trees along the road like a giant green umbrella, providing coolness against the hot weather.

Sunlight filtered through the tender green leaves, scattering in dappled spots over the two of them.

Since this was an office area, not a shopping district, there weren't many pedestrians on the road, only scattered people.

"Lao Wang Zong, that old bastard only thinks of good things for himself." Fang Hong was very unhappy, putting his phone in his trouser pocket.

"Don't be so hot-tempered, swearing off the cuff, 'damn' this and 'damn' that—be more civilized." Liu Tianxian scolded him.

She also knew it was about business matters.

"Can't be civilized, nothing's going right." Fang Hong said.

Liu Tianxian turned to look at him and asked, "Your 5 billion hasn't been resolved yet?"

"I have an appointment with a bank manager today, let's talk first and see if I can borrow money—if not, then think of other ways." Fang Hong said.

"Oh, don't trouble yourself too much, there's always a way to solve it." Liu Tianxian comforted him, lowered her head and thought for a moment, unsure if she could help this man.

The two fell silent for a moment. Liu Tianxian held the milk tea in her hand up to him: "Have a sip, it's nice and cold."

"You've already drunk from it, I don't want it." Fang Hong pushed it away.

"You're disgusted with me, right? Nothing's even happened yet and you're already disgusted, right?" Liu Tianxian immediately became unhappy and pushed him.

Just like a little girl.

"Fine, I'll drink it." Fang Hong took the milk tea from her hand.

"I'm not letting you drink it now—taking my kindness for a donkey's liver and lungs." Liu Tianxian snatched it back in one motion.

Fang Hong was speechless.

"Here, drink it!" Liu Tianxian, being fickle, held the milk tea up to his mouth again.

She saw this man had been bullied, so she was teasing him a bit.

Fang Hong bit the straw and took a sip, then used his mouth to pull the straw out of the milk tea, aimed the other end at Liu Tianxian, signaling her to bite it too.

"Ah, stop messing around." Liu Tianxian swatted him, took the straw over, and put it back in.

"No sense of romance." Fang Hong muttered.

Liu Tianxian heard it, pointed at herself: "I have no sense of romance? We're on the street—if you want to play, go home and play, have some sense of occasion."

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The two chatted as they walked. Beside them were upscale office buildings—hollow glass curtain walls with aluminum panels, looking delicate and exquisite yet grand and magnificent.

Chang'e Technology had moved here. Now Chang'e Technology had more and more people, needing an entire office building as a workplace—choosing this location was convenient for recruiting talent.

The infrastructure was also convenient; after all, there were many vacant office buildings here—rent one to use for now.

"The environment here is pretty nice." Liu Tianxian said.

"Looks nice, but how much prosperity is like a dream—behind the corpses strewn everywhere lie the bones of countless entrepreneurs buried here."

Fang Hong pointed at an office building in front of them: "This building used to be Kaixin. com's office location. Because 'Happy Farm' was copied and competition failed, it led to tight funds and they had to move out of here, renting it to me."

Liu Tianxian looked at the office building in front of them—the sunshade design, stainless steel tie-rod decorations, giving a modern high-tech feel. The two went inside, and a front-desk lady politely bowed to them: "President Fang, Miss Liu."

This front desk was quite polite.

"You've done a nice job here, better than the Yutu side, and more proper too." Liu Tianxian said.

This was her first time at Chang'e Technology's new address—previously it had been at the Yutu side.

"Not bad, so-so." Fang Hong's face broke into a smile, grinning proudly.

"Oh my, praising you and you start putting on airs." Liu Tianxian touched his face—this man could be quite cute sometimes.

The two chatted and laughed as they made their way toward the office. Along the way people greeted them from time to time; seeing the two of them, some cast curious glances.

Mainly looking at Liu Tianxian—after all, this was the celestial sister, the goddess. Seeing her in person was still quite novel.

Liu Tianxian sipped her milk tea with a smile and waved at them.

This move made some programmers so excited they couldn't contain themselves, shaking the colleague next to them nonstop: "The goddess smiled at me, she smiled!"

"I see, I see, damn, Liu Tianxian is seriously gorgeous."

"The way she drinks milk tea is so cute! My heart just melted. Lucky Principal, the Principal is so ugly."

"Who says the Principal is ugly? He's clearly very handsome, okay!" This was said by a female programmer.

While some programmers here were chattering away, another group of programmers was also gossiping.

"The Principal is really dating Liu Tianxian."

"Rumors have been going around for a while, it's just the two of them never made it public."

"Why don't they go public?"

"Why should they? Liu Tianxian is a celebrity, the Principal isn't a celebrity—does he need to tell the world, 'I'm dating someone'?"

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The two of them paid no attention to those people's gossip, and weren't afraid of it getting out. The company has its own rules and regulations; in any company, it's rare for anyone to spread the boss's gossip outside.

Take those famous bosses' gossip, for instance—how many people actually know? It's as if they're all saints who don't fool around with women.

Inside the office, Liu Tianxian looked around Fang Hong's office. It was similar to the one at Tandang—also a desk, with a bookcase behind it.

There was a rest area and a reception area too, just without that "Tandang" calligraphy painting.

"Hey, why don't you hang a calligraphy painting on the back wall?" Liu Tianxian asked curiously.

"I'm waiting for you to give me a piece of calligraphy to hang up there." Fang Hong sat in his boss's chair.

Liu Tianxian sat across from him, giving him a sidelong glance: "I'm not a calligrapher."

"It's fine, just write whatever. Whether it's good or not doesn't matter—what matters is the meaning of the words, your message, it can motivate me to keep moving forward." Fang Hong made it sound quite convincing.

"Yeah, right. I'm not writing—I'd embarrass myself." Liu Tianxian refused; her handwriting wasn't very good.

Fang Hong laughed. He was only joking around and hadn't actually decided what calligraphy to hang, so he just left it empty.

"Yu Xian is coming to Shanghai tomorrow? Are you going?"

"He's really coming?" Liu Tianxian had heard some rumors before, but wasn't quite sure.

"Yeah, to attend a film festival." Fang Hong didn't say anything about him coming to show off—too blunt.

Liu Tianxian tossed her finished milk tea into the trash can and walked around the desk: "What a coincidence. The day after tomorrow Zhu Yawen and Shen Jiani are holding their wedding—I need to attend."

That's June 16th, the day those two are getting married.

"Meet him on the 15th and then come back. Yu Xian only comes back to the country once every three years—you're looking after one thing and neglecting another. Yu Xian is going to blame me again, saying I came back and didn't even let him meet my girlfriend." Fang Hong held her hand.

"Hahaha! Then let's go." Liu Tianxian laughed out loud, casually sitting sideways on his lap, her plump bottom giving no feel of bone.

She affectionately looped one arm around Fang Hong's neck and looked down at him: "Are you going to Zhu Yawen's wedding?"

"Why would I go? I don't even know him." Fang Hong shook his head, indicating he wouldn't go.

Going would steal the spotlight—it wouldn't be their wedding people were watching, but him, the Principal. That would be impolite.

Liu Tianxian understood this reasoning too and didn't push it. When she attended friends' weddings, she usually went bare-faced, also afraid of stealing the focus.

"Knock knock knock!"

Just as the two were chatting, a knock sounded at the door. Liu Tianxian stood up, and Fang Hong said: "Come in."

Gao Zhun pushed the door open, saw there was an extra person, took a closer look at Liu Tianxian, showed no expression, and roughly understood what was going on. She said: "General Manager Fang, the bank manager President Sun has arrived."

"Let him in!" Fang Hong said.

After a moment, a man in a sharp suit entered the office led by Gao Zhun. After introductions, he was from CITIC Bank.

CITIC Bank's loan threshold is relatively low.

After exchanging greetings, they got down to business. Fang Hong took out the prepared kraft paper document folder and handed it to the other party: "President Sun, these are my credentials and asset proof. Please help me estimate how much I can borrow?"

"Understood, General Manager Fang." President Sun nodded, opened the kraft paper, and pulled out a thick stack of documents inside.

Liu Tianxian sat not far away, looking very quiet. When a man is discussing business, she never interrupts—usually she just plays with her phone on her own, or finds a book to read.

(End of this chapter)