Chapter 8, General Song

After Song Zicheng came out of the restroom and returned to the private room, he pushed the two people sitting next to him aside. In the room, there were about ten people, and apart from the two young ladies, most were his childhood friends. He had recently returned to the country, and this was the first birthday he celebrated after his return, so everyone was having quite a good time.

Song Zicheng cast him a sidelong glance

Blue shirt with black lines, am I very familiar with you...

The jar immediately fell silent, chuckling softly

The jar raised a finger and waved it in the air, sighing, "Truly heartless, truly ruthless!" His hand suddenly fell down, and his voice dropped a few notches, "She... holds herself in such high regard, how could she possibly look at me?"

I am also at Sanyuanqiao

She logged out of QQ and logged into Weibo. Her Weibo name is quite artistic, called "Deng Huo Lan Shan". The content of her Weibo is not very artistic. For example, this current post:

I am Song Zicheng

It is me

Lan Shan thought the conversation had come to an end, but unexpectedly, he sent another message.

After posting this Weibo, Lan Shan felt an inexplicable sense of pride, as if by secretly cursing a few times, Qiao Feng would truly become a drooling fool. This is an inherited method of psychological victory.

The man in the blue shirt scratched the wall for a while longer, and finally, with great reluctance, rolled back to his own house

Ah, no, that is not the main point. The main point is how he could be living in 303

A small bottle of beer, over 200 milliliters, is just about a cup's worth, and he finished it quickly. After he finished, he smiled at the woman in the blue shirt and said, "Beautiful lady, would you like one?"

Song Zicheng's gaze naturally wandered around briefly before quickly returning to the face of the man in the blue shirt

A slender-eyed young man, after being driven away, sat back beside him, put his arm around his shoulder, and with a grin asked, "Cheng Ge, tell me the truth, why don't you want Luo Luo anymore? Are you, uh," he burped, and continued, "are you looking at something better?"

She felt a bit tired and didn't even want to call Xiaoyoucai to vent about this matter. After taking a shower, she lay on the bed playing with her phone

Time was rather tight, and the woman in the blue shirt did not have enough time to prepare a gift. If she were to buy something casually, it would be better not to buy anything at all. Therefore, she simply went empty-handed.

Song Zicheng suddenly asked, "Where are you?"

The jar was close by, startling me, and I decisively fell silent

He fell silent again. The phone's speaker became blank, with a faint and rhythmic sound of air flowing, likely his breathing. Through the phone, the woman in the blue shirt listened to that subtle sound, feeling as if it were the distant waves of the sea, crashing and striking against her eardrum in waves. Although it was merely a barely perceptible sound, she seemed to sense the dissatisfaction that was rushing towards her.

The man in the blue shirt certainly does not want to go over there

The man in the blue shirt watched in astonishment as Qiao Feng took out the key, unlocked the door, and entered, his movements remarkably smooth

The woman in the blue shirt felt quite awkward. Once again, she failed to recognize Song Zicheng proactively, which was quite unacceptable. However, it was not entirely her fault; she had previously thought that he was not very interested in buying a car, so she had never saved his number.

Song Zicheng held the bottle of wine, squinting at the woman in the blue shirt. The dim light in the private room cast a shadow on her face, adding an air of mystery. As the liquid in the bottle diminished, her tilting back of the head gradually increased, until finally, she almost exposed her entire neck to Song Zicheng. He regarded this as an invitation, and his gaze unabashedly descended, wandering between her graceful neck, watching her throat rise and fall with each swallow.

From the attire of the people in this room and the drinks they are consuming, Lan Shan could tell that they were all wealthy individuals. This presented a perfect opportunity to subtly promote himself, and perhaps he might even secure one or two clients.

After a while, that number called again. The man in the blue shirt was a bit impatient, but he still answered, "Hello?"

The fox in the jar looked at Song Zicheng with suspicion, "What nonsense! You still buy a car, don't you..." He suddenly stopped, glanced down at the business card in the blue shirt, and then as if he had discovered a new continent, exclaimed, "Hey hey hey! Brother Cheng, this is—"

From Lan Shan's impression of Song Zicheng, this person has a cold personality, speaks little, and does not enjoy pleasantries. When he asked her if she wanted to go over, it was a kind of indirect invitation

What sincerity! The person in the blue shirt cannot help but give themselves a thumbs up

Lan Shan replied without a second thought, "I am at Sanyuanqiao."

The woman in the blue shirt finished her drink and wiped her mouth with a tissue. She noticed that Song Zicheng was still holding the same posture with the bottle, and there was not a single sip missing from the bottle. She felt a slight disdain for him. This person is really too stingy.

A series of ellipses was sent from over there

I really want to block you...

Song Zicheng appeared quite satisfied; he nodded and clinked his wine bottle with hers

The woman in the blue shirt has a good tolerance for alcohol, but she does not enjoy drinking with clients. However, this toast from Song Zicheng is unavoidable. She picked up a freshly opened bottle of beer and said, "Happy Birthday, Mr. Song! I wish you prosperity and success at every step, and may you celebrate this day year after year!"

The man in the blue shirt pushed open the door to the private room and immediately saw Song Zicheng sitting in the center of the sofa. Today, he is the birthday celebrant; although he is not singing, he occupies the most central position.

Lan Shan feels a bit embarrassed; the remark she just sent out seems to have been somewhat aggressive... Some things can be said to a strange lewd man without any pressure, but when it comes to someone you know...

Who are you

Although her shirt is relatively loose-fitting, the collar is fastened tightly, yet the fabric is of a lighter and more form-fitting type, which makes the lines across her chest clear and full

The blue-shirted individual seemed a bit awkward, covering her mouth to cough lightly. ... She was quite surprised; clearly it was a provocation, yet this guy made it seem like a seduction. This, this, seemed rather incompatible with his cold and narcissistic demeanor.

The man in the blue shirt chatted with him for a while, then said he was tired, and they wished each other good night

Song Zicheng glanced at the jar and asked, "Will you drink it yourself, or shall I pour it for you?"

Lan Shan felt that this person was either a narcissist who believed the whole world should know him, or a scheming telephone scammer. She scoffed disdainfully in her heart and politely asked, "May I ask who you are?"

Song Zicheng did not reply to her. Lan Shan was unconcerned, put away her phone, and went out to develop clients. Having been in this industry for a considerable amount of time, she had accumulated some client resources, so the pressure of exploring new clients was not as great as that of newcomers who had just entered the field

She concealed her disdain well, but who is Song Zicheng? How could he not guess her thoughts? He chuckled softly, brought the bottle to his lips, and began to drink leisurely

Thank you

Exiting Weibo, Lanshan opened WeChat again. Hmm, there is a friend request with a string of English letters as the name. Although she does not know who he or she is, Lanshan accepted it without hesitation. After all, this WeChat account is solely for selling cars

I am Song Zicheng His voice was tense, as if he were speaking through clenched teeth

Song Zicheng was not fooled by her. With a half-smile, he questioned, "Lan Shan, how many times have I been ignored by you?"

At around 4 PM, Lan Shan had just finished a discussion with someone and was wandering outside when he suddenly received a call from an unfamiliar number

Song Zicheng replied softly, "You have quite a sense of professional integrity"

Salespeople are known for their thick skin, and the ability to act subserviently is a skill they have mastered. Song Zicheng knows their general manager, who is also her client, so it is not inappropriate for Lan Shan to flatter him a little.

Arlen: Are you still awake?

She finally understood what that initial "thank you" really meant

However, there is no way out; she has already paid her rent for the entire year, and now she regrets it? The opportunity has already passed

Song Zicheng picked up a bottle of opened beer and slammed it heavily onto the table. Bang

The jar, aware of its own excessive words, obediently picked up the wine bottle and began to drink

However, to be fair, they are not really acquainted with each other

What should I do, my neighbor is mentally challenged! I am so scared!

She is dressed in work attire, holding her coat in her hand without wearing it. A wine-red chiffon shirt paired with black trousers, complemented by 5-centimeter black patent leather high heels. The overall outfit is simple and capable, with the color of the shirt highlighting the feminine charm, while the moderate height of the heels accentuates her long, straight legs without imposing too much pressure.

"Mr. Song," Lan Shan tried to make his voice sound cheerful and light, "I apologize, I apologize. My phone was broken before, so I didn't save your number. That was very careless of me. Well, today is your birthday, happy birthday!"

Based on Lan Shan's experience, names that are strange, profile pictures that are odd, incomplete information, and those who add you late at night and immediately ask if you are asleep are mostly lonely and lewd men. Without a second thought, she replied: "Handsome, we only arrange for rides, not for hookups"

It was inexplicable; it must have been a wrong number. The man in the blue shirt politely said, "Sir, you have dialed the wrong number." After waiting for two seconds with no response from the other end, the man in the blue shirt hung up the phone

Thus, Lan Shan felt that something was amiss

On the second day of work, the sales support staff typically compiles a list of clients whose birthdays fall on that day, allowing the relevant sales personnel to claim them and send birthday wishes. This is a customary practice that reflects our company's humanistic care for its clients

Everyone in the private room is looking at the person in the blue shirt

Regardless, this person knows the general manager, and Lan Shan did not dare to be negligent, responding with a series of smiles. She truly did not expect Song Zicheng to take the initiative to add her on WeChat, as she had not even saved his phone number.

Song Zicheng drank while casting sidelong glances at the man in the blue shirt. Due to the angle, his eyes were half-closed, giving him a somewhat hazy appearance as if he were slightly intoxicated. Under the colorful yet dim rainbow light, his eyes reflected a mesmerizing glow. It was hard to tell if it was an illusion, but the man in the blue shirt always felt that those eyes seemed to hold a faint hint of a smile.

Song Zicheng did not mention anything about looking at the car. However, Lanshan thought that his only motive for adding her on WeChat was to look at the car, so she was not in a hurry and could take her time to observe.

Song Zicheng raised his eyebrows and spoke straightforwardly, "If it's over, then it's over. If you don't mind that she was with me before, you can pursue her however you like, I won't think about it any further"

Song Zicheng? Song Zicheng! Is he the one who knows the general manager and, not wanting to buy a car, just plays around with her?

Since she walked in and sat down, the eyes of the altar have not left the blue shirt. He suddenly said to Song Zicheng, "No wonder you wanted to break up with Luo Luo as soon as you returned, I thought so, it turns out that already—"

The man in the blue shirt clapped his hands beside him to cheer him on

The man in the blue shirt was contemplating how to greet this person when the latter spoke first.

Hello

She absolutely does not want to be neighbors with such a freak

The woman in the blue shirt was somewhat taken aback, primarily because she did not expect him to smile either

From beginning to end, although he was drinking, his attention remained focused on her. He stared at her intently, his gaze like spider silk, persistently clinging to her.

Blue shirt : `` ... ... ''

She felt a bit embarrassed and furiously scratched the wall. She had just made a mistake in identifying the door; although she clearly lived in 304, she kept pressing the doorbell of 303. It would be a miracle if it opened!

Lan Shan saw Song Zicheng's name on the birthday list. She wished him a happy birthday on WeChat and also sent a picture of a large cake

"President Song, I am wronged! How could I dare to disregard you? There is a reason for this. Please do not hold a grudge against me for my minor faults, let us not stoop to the same level, hehehe."

Lan Shan sensed that something was amiss, and she felt it necessary to clarify, "Sir, you have misunderstood. I am a top sales consultant at XX Automobile, and Mr. Song is our client." As she spoke, she took out her business card and handed it over.

Finally, his gaze slid down to her chest

Seeing that everyone was looking at her, Lan Shan smiled generously and walked over to sit beside Song Zicheng

But even if she doesn't want to go, she has to. He has already spoken up, and it wouldn't be good to let him lose face. It's someone's birthday, and she should personally go to express her sentiments, which would also help to enhance her favorability. If she manages to appease him, he might even buy her a car

The image below features a Husky rolling its eyes and drooling

Today, several friends celebrated Song Zicheng's birthday. After enjoying food and drinks, they went to a KTV near Sanyuanqiao to sing. Song Zicheng asked Lanshan if she would like to come over and sit for a while

Song Zicheng patted his shoulder and added, "At the very least, you qualify to be a backup."

The man in the blue shirt was quite sincere, "Mr. Song, I will drink, you may do as you please." As he spoke, he tilted his head back slightly while holding the bottle, gulping it down as if it were mineral water

The leader of the group clapped and cheered, and the entire room followed suit with a commotion

QQ Weibo and WeChat are the three essentials for mobile phones, indispensable for daily use. Lan Shan distinguishes these three clearly: QQ is for friends, whether they are real-life acquaintances or online friends; the purpose of Weibo is for daily venting, serving as a personal space; WeChat is primarily used for communication with clients