Why didn't you tell me earlier that my little sister is still waiting for me?

Chapter 469 Sang Biao’s “Doghouse”

Zhu Zhe was extremely conflicted, but he didn't dare to directly refuse Lin Bufan's intention. He could only bite the bullet and test the waters: "Mr. Lin, the hotel has been very busy lately. If we don't make arrangements in advance, there may be some unnecessary trouble. How about you consider someone else?"

Lin Bufan, however, seemed not to have heard the rejection in Zhu Zhe's words. He waved his hand and said, "I'll make arrangements at the hotel. Just go ahead and take care of Lucy. I trust your abilities. This matter belongs to you."

Zhu Zhe wanted to make another excuse, but seeing Lin Bufan's determined expression, he swallowed the words back. Helplessly, he could only reluctantly agree: "Okay, Mr. Lin, I'll do my best."

Seeing that Zhu Zhe finally agreed, Lin Bufan patted his shoulder with great satisfaction: "Well, then I'll leave it to you!

By the way, remember to call me Bufan or Brother Bufan next time. From my personal feeling, I prefer you to call me Brother Bufan!

Oh, and you should also arrange my candlelight dinner!"

After the two separated, Zhu Zhe sat alone at the bar with a thoughtful look on his face.

Zhu Zhe understood that her defense of He Minhong might have been sincere at first, but later on, it was more of a play for Lin Bufan's performance. After so many years of working in the workplace, she had long since learned to hide her true emotions. At this moment, she was thinking more about Lin Bufan's attitude towards He Minhong.

What's the real reason behind Lin Bufan's relentless efforts to sow discord between her and He Minhong? Is he simply disliking He Minhong, or does he have another agenda?

Zhu Zhe knows very well that every choice she makes in the workplace and in life may affect her future.

In addition to this matter that gave her a headache, how to explain it to Ye Zhenzhen was even more of a headache!

Compared with these two things, the candlelight dinner is nothing. In fact, after knowing that Lin Bufan is the boss of the hotel group, Zhu Zhe was ready to accompany Lin Bufan to have a candlelight dinner, but because the hotel suddenly changed its owner and he has been very busy recently, he delayed it!

Lin Bufan was in a good mood after separating from Zhu Zhe. He Minhong, this cowardly and trouble-making guy, has already provoked our Master Lin twice. He didn't settle the score for mocking him for being uneducated last time, and now he dares to stir up trouble again. If he is not taught a lesson, does he really think our Master Lin is easy to bully?

Although our Master Lin will not bully women, he doesn't mind causing them some trouble and making them feel uncomfortable!

Lin Bufan even looked around for Yu Chuhui. To deal with He Minhong, it was still Yu Chuhui who had to go up. After all, Zhu Zhe was a little bit lacking!

But unfortunately, Lin Bufan did not find Yu Chuhui. However, there is no rush. It will not be too late to look for him when he goes to the 22nd floor!

This time, Lin Bufan finally arrived at Sang Biao's office, or rather, the doghouse, without any obstruction.

The description of a doghouse is not meant to be derogatory at all, because from outside the door, it really looks like a doghouse!

The office door was mottled and worn, and the paint on it seemed to have been scratched by the sharp claws of time, peeling off in large pieces, revealing the uneven wooden boards underneath. The door handle was covered with rust, as if it would break with a slight twist.

Around the door, some incomprehensible debris, like broken fishing nets and faded old cloth, were hung on crooked nails. They swayed in the breeze, just like the odds and ends hanging casually outside a doghouse.

If it wasn't for the words "Chairman's Office" written on the door, Lin Bufan would have suspected that he had come to a refugee camp in Africa!

Knowing that Sang Biao was not the type to let himself suffer, Lin Bufan reached out with doubt and curiosity and gently pushed open the door that seemed to fall down at the touch of a finger.

Sure enough, Lin Bufan’s judgment was correct. Sang Biao was indeed not the type of person who would let himself suffer.

As soon as he opened the door, what caught Lin Bufan's eyes was a scene of extreme luxury.

The floor was covered with a thick, soft, pure wool carpet, and every step felt like stepping on clouds. In the center of the room stood a massive desk, crafted from a single piece of rare mahogany, its grain detailed and distinct, radiating a warm luster. The surrounding walls were covered with priceless oil paintings, delicately painted with vibrant colors, depicting grand and exquisite scenes.

A dazzling crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a soft, bright light, illuminating the entire room with a golden splendor. In a corner, a uniquely shaped leather sofa, paired with soft velvet cushions, sat atop an antique coffee table, a delicate bone china tea set. This wasn't the doghouse it looked like from the outside; it was truly a luxurious palace.

Faced with the huge difference between here and outside, Lin Bufan asked Sang Biao, who was sitting behind his desk playing on the computer, "Biaozi, what the hell are you doing? From outside, people would think this is a scrap recycling station!"

Facing Lin Bufan's question, Sang Biao, who was playing League of Legends, explained to Lin Bufan while operating the game: "Woof...Woof woof...Woof woof woof..."

Although Sang Biao explained very seriously, unfortunately, Lin Bufan didn't understand a word!

Seeing this, Zhu Suosuo, who was playing with her phone on the sofa nearby, took the initiative to explain: "Sang Biao said that the shabby outside is to remind himself not to forget the hardships in the early days of starting a business, and to always remain vigilant and humble. And the luxurious inside is to reward himself for his hard work and dedication over the years. After all, life can't be all bitter, there must be sweetness."

Lin Bufan: ...

Have you ever suffered any hardship? Didn't I earn all that money by working hard as a bootlicker? What the hell does it have to do with you?

Although he despised Sang Biao's hypocritical attitude of whining, Lin Bufan did not have time to argue with him at this time because he discovered something very "cool".

That is, Zhu Suosuo can actually understand what Sang Biao says!

When Zhu Suosuo was translating Sang Biao's speech, Lin Bufan and Gu Jia thought it was rehearsed in advance, but it can't be rehearsed in advance now, right?

Lin Bufan, who had traveled around the world, knew the importance of knowing a foreign language. Therefore, he immediately came to Zhu Suosuo and asked expectantly: "Suosuo, how do you understand Sang Biao's words? Can you teach me?"

Zhu Suosuo: ...

To be honest, Zhu Suosuo was really silenced by Lin Bufan and didn't know how to respond. Therefore, she looked at Lin Bufan with a bit of sympathy!

With this kind of train of thought, can he be saved if he is put in a mental hospital?