243: C243 Good Steel Should be Used on the Blade of a Knife

C243 Good Steel Should be Used on the Blade of a Knife

In the past, Helan Xiaoxin was the absolute center of attention no matter where she was.

But tonight, she had no choice but to be Yue Zitong's partner. This made her feel extremely unhappy, especially when Dong Jun had gone to purchase the Sgore Knitting Factory.

Fortunately, Sister Xin's calmness and recovery skills were top-notch, and the party didn't last long. It ended around 8: 00 PM. After the curtain fell, everyone went back to their own homes to look for their mothers.

She believed that the newspapers and the internet media would be filled with Yue Zitong's high-profile news reports. However, Helan Xiaoxin did not care. Her momentary glory did not mean that she was in the limelight for the rest of her life.

Due to Director Yue's current need for a good rest, Sister Xin declined the invitation to have a good drink at her home. She said that she would hold a welcoming reception for Director Yue after settling the company's matters tomorrow.

Yue Zitong was indeed tired. She bid everyone farewell with a smile and drove home.

Helan Xiaoxin did not return to the hotel. She felt depressed and needed a place to vent her frustration.

No matter where she was, Sister Xin, who had a noble air to her, would always be the most respected guest of the local clubhouse. This way, when she was upset, she could keep a low profile and come here to relax.

Although Teng Qingshan was the capital of Dong Province, in terms of entertainment, he was far behind in comparison to the super cities like Beijing. This could be seen from the annual expenses of the supreme members.

However, it was still better than nothing. After watching Yue Zitong drive away, Helan Xiaoxin instructed her personal secretary, Huang Wen, to go to the Jindi Club.

The moment the Zhi Zun card lit up, the clubhouse immediately welcomed him warmly. Taking the VIP elevator, they circled around the messy lobby and arrived at room number 7 on the ninth floor.

After they sat down, the manager of the VIP level asked for instructions, but Helan Xiaoxin completely ignored him. Everything was arranged by Secretary Huang, and three men of the best public relations were required to accompany the wine and sing along with the massage.

Why three?

One of them was for Secretary Huang herself, while the other two served Sister Xin.

The manager immediately showed a look of extreme regret. He said that due to the convention tonight, many guests from outside the city had come. Business was booming, and the originally limited male public relations were now busy —

No matter how busy he was, he had to find it for me!

Three not, two okay?

Not yet?

One is fine!

Trash, we are women, why would we need the service of a princess?

Let's go, walk, you take me to see, I don't believe that there is no idle male PR!

Knowing that Sister Xin was not in a good mood tonight, Secretary Huang didn't dare to let the manager cackle. She dragged his sleeve and pulled him out. She raised her hand and took out a stack of bills, asking him to immediately, quickly, find the best male PR officer.

The manager didn't dare to answer and could only smile wryly. He brought Secretary Huang to the sixth floor and invited her to see if there was anyone else.

The sixth floor had two special rooms for princesses and public relations resting. Guests would come here to pick out their guests and decide which one they wanted to go with.

The lounge was as empty as a display stand. Not even a man's hair could be seen. Secretary Huang got angry and scolded the manager. What a shitty place. He didn't even have a drink with him.

The manager quickly explained with a smile. If things really didn't work out, he would go up on stage himself. Then, he heard someone call out from behind: "Manager Ma, I sent a new guy to you. See if my bro is good enough!"

Manager Ma turned around to look. Oh, it's Brother Yuu. Holy shit, he brought someone here?

What's so good about this? I'll take this shallow-grass bitch if I want her, don't pull her down, that's all.

Heh, the new guy is not bad. He has red lips and white teeth, and his eyes are rolling around. He looks like a thief.

"Come, come, come quickly, let this lady see."

In a moment of desperation, Manager Ma didn't even bother to ask Brother Yuu if he had received any training. He immediately pulled him in front of Secretary Huang and said with a smile, "Look —"

Secretary Huang crossed her arms and looked Lee Nanfang up and down. Her picky eyes were like those of someone picking out livestock in a livestock market. After half a minute, she revealed a satisfied smile and nodded. "Yes, it's you. Come with me."

Even though it was just a male PR, it was still better than nothing. What's more, this guy had a 'temperament' much more than the male PR Secretary Huang had previously enjoyed.

It's not that you're handsome, or that you can be popular with women.

Once a man was on the shelf, even if he was as creamy as a Korean star or as powerful as Stallone, he could still be trampled by countless women without the slightest bit of masculinity.

According to Secretary Huang's sharp eyes, although this fellow wasn't the most handsome male PR officer she had ever met, he was definitely the one that moved her the most. The crux of it was his gaze that hadn't been tainted by countless women before.

If he hadn't come with Sister Xin, Secretary Huang would have forced him into a dry state tonight.

At present, Secretary Huang could only try something new if she hoped that Sister Xin would quickly get drunk and rest in the private room.

Helan Xiaoxin often visited the clubhouse to order male colleagues, but Secretary Huang knew very well that Sister Xin could only play around with them, and would never accept any special services from them.

"What's your name?"

As soon as the Elevator Door was closed, Secretary Huang raised her hand and touched Lee Nanfang's face.

"Ye Shen, Ye Ye, Shen Yang's Shen."

Since this woman took the initiative, Lee Nanfang would not stand there foolishly. As he spoke, he raised his hand and viciously pinched Secretary Huang's body.

"Aiyo, I hate it. It hurts so much."

Secretary Huang retreated in a pout, raised her hand to support her gold-rimmed glasses, leaned on the Elevator Door and began to move her feet.

Lee Nanfang didn't react to this kind of teasing.

Actually, Secretary Huang, who was tall and slim, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, had the intellectual beauty that men loved. This kind of woman was the real sultry type.

In the past, when Secretary Huang raised her foot, Lee Nanfang would definitely react.

But now --

I'm sorry, he didn't care much for this kind of woman.

But in order to work, only General Xie laughed, and reached out to grab the foot. Dingdang, the Elevator Door opened.

"Wait. Serve my boss well first."

Secretary Huang immediately retracted her feet, put on her shoes, and gave Lee Nanfang a flirtatious look.

You are not allowed to inquire about the identity of the customer, what are you doing and other rules. Before coming here, Brother Yuu had already warned you several times. This is a big taboo, customers will be angry.

Lee Nanfang would never ask who Secretary Huang was. Who was her boss? He just nodded obediently and that kind of damn expectation rose in his heart. Who would be the first woman to taste this duck?

"Let's call her Sister Xin after entering. I won't ask about anything else. Did you remember that?"

After getting out of the elevator, Secretary Huang stuffed the stack of bills into Lee Nanfang's pants pocket. She grabbed that part and was slightly surprised. "Eh, there's no reaction?"

Based on her experience and her womanly charm, even though Lee Nanfang was an old man who did those things in the elevator just now, he should have turned into an iron rod right now. Why was he so weak and unresponsive?

Could it be that this is a man who doesn't do anything?

"Sister, you're thinking too much."

Lee Nanfang saw what she was thinking and helplessly explained: "There is a saying that good steel is used on blades, why waste energy when there is nothing wrong?"0

"Yo, how can your self-control be so strong?"

Secretary Huang's eyes lit up as she chuckled and asked in a low voice, "When good steel is used on blades, what would it look like?"

"The golden monkey wields the Jingu Bang and clears the universe of dust for tens of thousands of meters."

Lee Nanfang slightly sneered: "People kill each other when blocked, but gods kill when blocked!"

"Damn, I'm so scared you'll see through me!"

Secretary Huang's face was filled with shock. She smiled coquettishly, knocked on the door gently, and then pushed it open. When she turned around and signaled Lee Nanfang to follow him in, her original intellectual temperament was restored.

Helan Xiaoxin was reclining on the sofa with her delicate feet on the desk. Her left hand supported her cheeks while she watched the big screen. Her right hand was elegantly holding a glass of red wine. She didn't even glance at the door.

Secretary Huang walked over and said softly, "Sister Xin, there's only one. I brought it here. Are you satisfied? "

Helan Xiaoxin was still staring at the big screen. She said lightly, "Let him sing to me. Just sing this song."

On the big screen, the popular singer Zhan Fei's MTV 'Listening to the Wind' was playing. This song's melody was tactful, and the lyrics were fresh. It was a gift to the girls who had been dumped by the men.

Before coming in, Lee Nanfang had already mentally prepared himself. Sister Xin should be in her forties with a fat face and swimming rings around her waist. She was wearing a gold and silver makeup.

Only those rich but dissatisfied old ladies would come to the club to look for a male public relations partner. A pretty girl like Secretary Huang, was there a need to spend money? With just a laugh on the streets, countless men would be attracted to her.

However, the truth was out of his expectations.

Sister Xin, who was lying on the sofa, was at least eighteen streets above Secretary Huang. Putting aside her appearance, her lazy posture and long legs alone were enough to make any normal man's heart pound.

God is too good to me!

Lee Nanfang became excited again. To be able to officially step onto the road of public relations for the first time and offer it to this Sister Xin was an honor that would make his eighteen generations of ancestors' tombs burst with smoke.

Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! This was especially so for her delicate face. Even though her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, there was still a sense of bewitchment radiating from her bones. She was absolutely a beauty capable of toppling empires.

Damn it, all the good women were in this damned place. Why hadn't they noticed it before?

As Lee Nanfang stared at Helan Xiaoxin, he imagined the super pleasure he would feel when the steel was used on the blade. She actually said that she wanted him to sing to her.

What the heck, do you not know that a single moment of the Spring Festival Gala is worth thousands of gold?

I'm here to make you comfortable, not to sing for you!

Faced with Secretary Huang's gaze, Lee Nanfang smiled elegantly and said frankly, "I don't know how to sing. Not to mention singing the songs this woman sang. "

What is the main job of a male PR team? It's nothing more than accompanying clients to sing, play cards, drink and chat with their descendants. It's Secretary Huang's first time meeting someone like Lee Nanfang, and he actually says that he doesn't know how to sing.

How preposterous.

Unable to appreciate Lee Nanfang anymore, Secretary Huang's face turned cold. She was about to reprimand him when Helan Xiaoxin frowned, raised her head and said coldly: "You don't even know how to sing a song, what kind of public relations are you going to do?"

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