Mr. Lu, don't be arrogant.

Song Yufei did not regard this new "big leader" as a leader.

Instead, it's like picking up a little brother at random.

After saying this, he swept away like the wind.

After a while, it came back like the wind.

There was also a bulging shoulder bag on her shoulder.

He grabbed Mu Wanying and ran out.

The speed was so fast that Mu Wanying had no time to react, let alone refuse.

She finally came to her senses after running a few stops on the subway. She looked at the girl next to her sharply, "You're taking me with you to collect the debt?"

"Yes!"

Song Yufei wasn't intimidated by her at all. She nodded her head like a chick pecking at rice. "Manager Mu, please bear with me for a moment! Of the four of us, neither Sister Yu Ke nor Sister Liu Lu are suitable to go out and collect the debt."

"Am I suitable?"

Mu Wanying asked back.

I really didn't expect that I would be drafted by my employees on my first day in office.

They become the slaves of their employees.

Song Yufei chuckled, took out an account book and handed it to Mu Wan, spreading her hands and saying indifferently, "You don't have to be unsuitable. Anyway, if I don't get the money this month, the company will be gone."

Mu Wanying: ...

The ambitious Mu Wanying was easily manipulated by her employees.

On the way to collect the debt, she inquired in detail about the current situation of Shenhai Chenguang. In desperation, she could only go with Song Yufei to block the biggest debtor: Feng Yuannian, the boss of Dream Technology.

The traffic jam lasted all day and even half the night.

Mr. Feng had been blocked by Song Yufei many times and was already fed up with it. When he saw the two of them, he hid everywhere as if he had seen the plague god.

Since he really couldn't hide, he went to Yuelai Club, the most prosperous club in Jiangcheng, and never came out again.

Inside the luxurious and lively club, Mr. Feng was enjoying singing and dancing.

On the increasingly cold street, the two girls were starving and freezing.

Mu Wanying didn't expect this. When she went out, she only wore a single shirt and didn't bring a coat.

The autumn night was drizzling.

Accompanied by a cold breath, the evening night is swallowed up bit by bit.

She jumped twice to warm herself up, her eyes fixed on the nearby Yuelai Club. She then asked Song Yufei, who was standing beside her, looking at her as if nothing had happened, "How long have you been doing this?"

"It's been more than a month."

"Is it worth it? Why not change jobs?" Mu Wanying yawned, very puzzled.

Song Yufei was also a little sleepy, but was awakened by Mu Wanying's question. "Is it that I don't want to? I'm not beautiful, I don't have any talent, and my education is average. Deep Sea Dawn is already the best company I can find. It's a pity..."

"What a pity?"

Mu Wanying asked.

"nothing."

Thinking of something, Song Yufei quickly changed the subject and looked up at the clubhouse with its flashing neon lights. "Manager Mu, you're the general manager after all, a senior executive at least. Don't you have any connections at all? You really can't get into this clubhouse?"

"nonsense!"

Mu Wanying gave her a blank look.

Staring in frustration at this crappy club that requires membership to enter.

Just as I was feeling frustrated and didn't know what to do, several eye-catching cars stopped in front of the club.

When the car door opened, a figure slowly came into Mu Wanying's sight.

He was tall and handsome, walking out of the car slowly and leisurely. His every move exuded an air of elegance and nobility, and he was so dazzling standing in the crowd.

It turned out to be Lu Yunfeng!

He has delicate features, and the well-cut dark blue suit has soft lines, which complements the tie on his chest and makes his graceful figure even more perfect.

Just a glance from a distance was enough to amaze Mu Wanying.

She stared at it blankly for a long time, until the man walked into the club surrounded by the crowd, then she remembered what Song Yufei said.

In a moment of urgency, without having time to think, Mu Wanying immediately shouted at Lu Yunfeng's back, "Lu...Brother Yunfeng!"

"Wanying?"

Lu Yunfeng didn't seem to expect to meet Mu Wanying in this place.

The moment he looked back, the winter chill disappeared from the man's usually cold face.

He waved his hand to dismiss the others and quickly walked towards Mu Wanying, who was jogging towards him with Song Yufei. The frost in his brows melted away by seven points. "Why are you here?"

This voice was extremely gentle.

It was a look that no one around Lu Yunfeng had ever seen before.

For a moment, the people he sent to wait nearby all looked at Mu Wanying curiously.

Even Lu Yunfeng's secretary looked at Mu Wanying a few more times, secretly wondering who this girl was who could actually melt a thousand-year-old ice cave!

Mu Wanying didn't care about these people's gazes.

She only cared about whether Lu Yunfeng could help her and whether she could accomplish her goals.

So he immediately raised his hand and pointed at the Yuelai Club in front of him, "We want to go to this club to find someone. But we are not members, so we can't get in. Lu...Brother Yunfeng, do you have the authority to take us in?"

She felt a little awkward calling him "Brother Yunfeng".

But when asking someone to do something for you, you always have to show your attitude.

No matter how awkward it is, you have to persevere with a smile.

"can."

Lu Yunfeng brought the person in without saying a word.

The air conditioning in the lobby was a bit cold.

It was two degrees colder than the autumnal cool outside.

As soon as she walked in, Mu Wanying, who was only wearing a single shirt and had been caught in a light rain, sneezed several times because of the cold.

The next moment, the man's custom-made suit was draped over her shoulders, and he gently warned her, "Put it on, don't catch a cold."

"Do not……"

Mu Wanying's face turned slightly red, and she felt something was wrong and was about to refuse.

But before she could say no, Lu Yunfeng had already taken two steps back, keeping a proper distance from her, and then changed the subject, "Who are you looking for? Do you need my help?"

"Feng Yuannian from Dream Technology, do you know which room he is in?"

Mu Wanying didn't think that she and Song Yufei had the ability to accurately find the deadbeat in such a large club, so she blurted out the answer after Lu Yunfeng took the initiative to speak.

"Just ask and you'll find out."

Lu Yunfeng waved and called the front desk.

I got the exact room number from the front desk very quickly.

Just as he was about to escort the person over personally, Secretary Wang came over with his phone, "Mr. Lu, it's Director Lu calling. He said he has something urgent to talk to you about, but you didn't answer your phone."

"Brother Yunfeng, go ahead and do your work. I can find it myself."

Mu Wanying smiled slightly, very sensible.

He didn't want to delay Lu Yunfeng's business.

But Lu Yunfeng was still not reassured.

Secretary Wang's phone was filled with his father's urging voice, so he could only remind Mu Wanying, "It's a mixed bag here, don't run around."

"it is good."

"This is my phone number. Call me anytime if you have any questions." Lu Yunfeng handed Mu Wanying a business card and gave her a few more instructions before picking up Secretary Wang's phone and walking aside.

Mu Wanying held the business card in her palm, waved to Lu Yunfeng gratefully, and turned away, pulling Song Yufei, who was so surprised that her eyes almost fell to the ground.

She did not notice that half an hour before Lu Yunfeng appeared, a window was opened in the VIP box on the third floor of Yuelai Club facing the street.

There were two men standing in front of the window.

He yawned and complained repeatedly.

Leaning drowsily against the wall, their heavy eyelids could not fight the charm of the dark night at all. They both slipped away and let their master go on a date with Zhou Gong.

A burning gaze, a burning sight.

He leaned lazily against the window, his eyes fixed on the slender figure downstairs, his hands tapping gently on the windowsill, and from time to time he glanced at the dark screen of his mobile phone, as if waiting for something.