Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

It was from that day on that Qiao Chunqian realized the true meaning of "if you can't beat them, just hide."

I go out early and come back late every day, staying in the company every day.

Mi Qian also countered the attack.

The company is quite far away, and it is not easy to wait for the bus back and forth. It is okay during the day, but it is not safe to go out alone and take a bus at night.

She took out some money to hire a driving instructor to accompany her on the road, and she solved the problem of driving on the road very quickly.

Then he would go back home and take out his father's idle car at home to drive it, and go to the company to block people every day if he didn't come back early or late.

Qiao Chunqian felt a little worried, but at the same time he couldn't help but marvel at her persistence.

It seemed that even if he couldn't respond to her feelings, she would never, ever give up liking him.

But there is a saying that goes, people should not be too confident, and should not set up a flag that will fall down.

The slap in the face came quickly and unexpectedly.

7 p.m.

In a private room of a high-end business club, Qiao Chunqian sat at the head seat of a round table with a calm expression, completely different from the several bosses sitting opposite him.

Qiao Chunqian's secretary Zhang Liao came back from discussing the menu with the chef and was about to sit down next to him.

Qiao Chunqian glanced at him calmly and said, "You should go back first. Didn't you take a day off tomorrow to accompany your parents for their annual physical examination?"

"Then you here..." Secretary Zhang was a little excited, but also a little hesitant.

"The details of the cooperation have been almost communicated, and I don't think they would dare to cause any trouble."

As he said this, Qiao Chunqian took a sip of the brewed tea on the table. He looked calm and composed, as if he was as solid as a mountain.

"Then I'll leave first. Thank you, Mr. Qiao."

The boss had asked everyone to leave work early, so why was he still being pretentious? Secretary Zhang left the house and drove home happily.

The door of the private room was opened and closed, and exquisite dishes were served on the round table, along with several bottles of good vintage red wine.

"Mr. Qiao, come and have a drink, have a drink."

A middle-aged man with thinning hair diligently filled the glass in front of him with red wine, then filled his own glass and drank it in one gulp.

"Mr. Qiao, I'll drink first as a sign of respect, you can do as you please."

Everyone knew that this was just a polite remark, but Qiao Chunqian seemed to only understand the surface meaning. He was really casual, with only a little bit of red wine on his lips, and the water level in the glass didn't drop at all.

The bald man who was toasting had a stiff expression on his face and retreated awkwardly.

Later, several middle-aged men came up to toast, and they got the same result as the bald man.

"Why are you pretending? You really think you are so great."

"It's only been a year since you inherited the company, but you're already acting so arrogantly."

"He is only in his twenties, a young boy who hasn't even grown all his hair yet. He doesn't understand the ways of the world at all."

Several middle-aged men had fawning smiles on their faces, but they were whispering to the boss next to them who was in the same situation as them, cursing Qiao Chunqian opposite them.

It's a pity that they can only say words to comfort the injured people. When discussing cooperation, they still have to be humble and beg the young people they look down upon to cooperate with them.

After half a round of drinking, several middle-aged men's faces turned purple and they spoke without restraint, revealing the dirty thoughts they had previously hidden.

"Ah, what's the point of just eating. Waiter, find a few women to come up and have fun together."

Qiao Chunqian looked over coldly. Several people were laughing to themselves, and it was impossible to tell from his eyes. The collusion between them was particularly disgusting.

"We need to ask Zhang Liao to find some new partners. After this batch of cooperation, we won't cooperate with them again."

He drank his tea and thought silently.

After waiting for a while, a smart-looking man in his forties came in with a group of heavily made-up women.

The middle-aged bosses with beer bellies immediately hugged a woman each, and after having their own fun, they did not forget the boss who "arranged" the game.

"Go, go, the most beautiful one, sit next to Mr. Qiao. Accompany him, I will give you enough tips."

This kind of thing is very common at the drinking table among men. They also have unified rhetoric, but it's just a show or the words of complicity. If everyone does it, how can I talk about cooperation if I don't follow suit?

Anyway, public opinion has always been on their side, and there are always people willing to whitewash them. They can enjoy themselves without being blamed, so who wouldn't like to continue doing it?

But Qiao Chunqian could not accept this at all.

In his mind, if he has a wife in the future, he must be loyal to her; even if he doesn't have a wife now, he cannot play with other people's bodies and feelings.

So, Qiao Chunqian looked stern and stopped the woman from approaching.

"I do not need."

The voice was like the snow on the top of a mountain, cold and keeping people away.

The man with a beer belly who was hugging the woman wanted to persuade her again, but when he was looked at by the cold eyes, he immediately gave up the idea.

After having a good meal and a few drinks, they began to discuss the final details of the cooperation.

Qiao Chunqian's few words saved him a lot of money. His confident look made the other bosses jealous.

But we have to talk about it. If we cooperate, we will just earn a little less. If we don’t cooperate, we will not earn anything.

Business is not going well now. It's hard to get close to a powerful boss by relying on a technology. Even if the profit is small, it's all worth it.

But now that the cooperation has been reached, some people are not very happy.

In normal social gatherings, the guests always have a great time, but what is going on now?

He won't drink when someone toasts him, and he refuses when someone invites a woman to accompany him, as if he is so noble.

How could anyone like him?

When they saw Qiao Chunqian put down his chopsticks and lowered his head to drink water without paying attention to them, a man with a beer belly and a bald man gathered together and whispered.

After a while, the most beautiful woman came back with two blue and white porcelain cups.

"Mr. Qiao, it's a pleasure working with you today. We're almost done with the meal, let me toast you. Shall we call it a day?"

The bald man motioned to the woman to pass the teacup to Qiao Chunqian.

Seeing that he wanted to refuse, the bald man added, "Don't worry, this is tea, it's not intoxicating."

Qiao Chunqian hesitated for a few seconds, really didn't want to get entangled with them anymore, and nodded, "Okay."

The bald man picked up the cup on the outside and wanted to clink glasses with him, but Qiao Chunqian stopped him, "Wait, let me take your cup."

"Ah?" The bald man was surprised for a moment, then he smiled again, "Okay, okay, you choose first."

Qiao Chunqian picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp. The slightly bitter and warm feeling passed through his throat and flowed into his stomach. It was indeed the taste of tea.

The bald man also drank the tea in the teacup in one breath. After he finished drinking it, he turned the cup over to indicate that all the tea in the cup was drunk.

"It's getting late, let's go back and rest."

Qiao Chunqian leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed, ignoring the figures that left one by one.