Chapter 8

"Hey, President Feng? Why is it you, where’s President Wen?"

In the president’s office, Wang Shaobo looked around, searching for Wen Yin’s whereabouts. His sleazy demeanor was like that of a customer looking for a masseuse at a foot spa, making Feng Yin’s eyelids twitch.

"President Wen is not feeling well today and has gone to rest," Feng Yin said, pointing to the sofa in front of the president’s desk, "Sit down."

Wang Shaobo sat down as instructed, and then said, "Do you think if I go to visit President Wen now, it would increase my favor with her?"

As a super warrior, Feng Yin had seen many storms, but he was still taken aback by this, "What?"

Wang Shaobo chuckled, "President Feng is the new favorite of President Wen, and you spend every day with her. You must be familiar with her personality and preferences. What do you think I should do if I want to pursue her?"

Snap!

With a crisp sound, the pen in Feng Yin’s hand was crushed into two pieces.

Wang Shaobo couldn’t help but exclaim, "President Feng, you have such a strong grip! No wonder you have President Wen’s favor!"

Feng Yin said coldly, "President Wen’s private life is not something you should be concerned about."

Wang Shaobo replied, "Don’t be so rigid. A graceful lady is a gentleman’s ideal, and it’s only natural. Besides, President Wen is not married, and neither am I. Wouldn’t it be a good match?"

Feng Yin almost wanted to stab him in the eye with the broken pen—indeed, with the strength of a three-star super warrior, he could have killed Wang Shaobo in a blink. However, as a national asset, he couldn’t act on impulse.

Looking at Wang Shaobo’s half-open, dead-fish-like eyes, Feng Yin said solemnly, "President Wen already has a boyfriend."

"Then she shouldn’t mind having one more, right?"

"..." Feng Yin had to use all his self-control to avoid saying the word "get lost."

"Anyway, since President Wen isn’t here, I’ll take my leave. See you, President Feng."

"Wait." Feng Yin realized he had called Wang Shaobo for a reason and quickly stopped him, "I have some questions for you."

Wang Shaobo reluctantly sat down again, "What is it? Should we wait for President Wen to come back?"

"Why did you come to Yinxun?" Feng Yin cut to the chase, "When President Xiong interviewed you, you said it was for a comfortable retirement. That’s a reasonable explanation, but I don’t believe it."

As he spoke, the super warrior’s gaze became as sharp as a blade.

As a warrior accustomed to life and death, Feng Yin’s serious intent could be palpable, making it hard to breathe. Even a fraction of his intensity was enough to make an ordinary person tremble. Few could hide their true thoughts under his intense stare.

Sure enough, under Feng Yin’s gaze, Wang Shaobo became very uncomfortable, and his dead-fish-like eyes sparkled with a hint of intelligence.

"Ah, it’s no wonder President Feng has been chosen by President Wen. You are indeed extraordinary..." Wang Shaobo touched his forehead helplessly, "Indeed, I’m not entirely here for a comfortable retirement."

Feng Yin nodded, gesturing for him to continue.

"Well, where should I start..." Wang Shaobo pondered, "President Feng, although I’ve heard you were recently discovered and promoted by President Wen, you must have some understanding of the industry after being with her for so long, right?"

Feng Yin was taken aback, not expecting him to talk about the entire industry! Could it be that he came to Yinxun to make some groundbreaking changes?

"President Feng, you should know that the computer industry is usually devoid of beautiful women. Even if some naive beauties mistakenly enter it, they wither after a few years. President Wen, being so beautiful, is a rare exception. I wasn’t sure at first, as photos and videos can be fake, but after seeing her in person yesterday, I was completely reassured. More importantly, President Wen holds a high position, immense wealth, and industry resources. If I can marry into the Wen family, my future will be worry-free."

"..." Hearing this ridiculous answer, Feng Yin was speechless, his breath caught in his throat.

"Actually, don’t look at me as lazy. I do have ideals deep down. However, being from a humble background, it’s hard for me to gather enough resources to achieve them. I joined super companies like Jiudu and Daogē, thinking that their core engineers were exceptional talents. I thought, as fellow professionals, they might understand and support me. But in reality, they were just庸俗不堪, corrupted by capital, full of talent but only thinking about making money. I really don’t want to be with such vulgar people."

Feng Yin found it hard to believe that someone could be so shameless! You criticize others for being greedy, yet you come here to live off someone else! Is marrying into the Wen family any more noble?

"President Feng, it seems you misunderstand me. I’m not here to live off the Wen family. On the contrary, I’m here to help the Wen family by pursuing Miss Wen."

The super warrior, who had remained calm even in the face of a collapsing mountain, couldn’t keep his jaw from dropping.

You’re here to help the Wen family by pursuing Wen Yin? The Wen Group is one of the largest business families on the Chinese home planet. Do they need help from a 28-year-old with a receding hairline? This guy’s face must be as thick as a neutron star!

Wang Shaobo said solemnly, "Yinxun is a rising star in the industry, but its reputation isn’t great. After President Wen took over the company from the family, she implemented a strategic shift, making Yinxun soar. However, its rise was too fast and too ruthless. To put it bluntly, Miss Wen’s methods aren’t exactly ethical—of course, the capital market has no conscience. The Tonghai Hanyang Group, which went bankrupt recently, is a testament to Yinxun’s rise."

Hearing about the Tonghai Hanyang Group, Feng Yin’s heart stirred.

Wen Yin was now in a dangerous situation, and the mastermind behind it was the Tonghai Yang family, who controlled the Tonghai Hanyang Group. However, Wang Shaobo’s demeanor was completely calm when he mentioned this, and Feng Yin couldn’t detect any issues, so he suppressed his doubts and continued listening.

"Yinxun has established its position in the industry—second only to top giants like Daogē, it’s a rising star. It’s hard to advance further in the short term. From recent actions, it seems President Wen plans to stabilize the company, not expand on a large scale, but to improve its reputation and gain public favor." Wang Shaobo spoke confidently, his demeanor and aura completely different, "President Wen’s strategy is correct, but improving reputation isn’t easy. Given Yinxun’s current profit model, it’s almost impossible to change existing products and services. The only option is to innovate and meet new user needs. From recent Yinxun products, the results are mediocre—mainly due to technical shortcomings. I can meet Yinxun’s technical needs, and Yinxun has the resources I need. I think this is a perfect match, don’t you?"

Perfect match my ass!

Feng Yin suppressed his anger, pinching his eyebrows, "If you want to deeply collaborate with Yinxun, of course, you can. If you have the talent, Yinxun won’t hesitate to offer you shares..."

Wang Shaobo waved his hand, smiling, "If I wanted shares, Jiudu and Daogē wouldn’t treat me badly, but how can I, a lone individual, compete with a giant? Those shares would be a joke. Can the Wen family make me a major shareholder? It’s better to marry into the Wen family and influence things from the inside."

"..." Feng Yin was speechless at Wang Shaobo’s grand plan. In his 28 years, he had rarely met such a despicable person!

If he could, he would fire this guy now, or even use his connections to kick him out of the Chinese home planet. However, Feng Yin knew how much Yinxun needed an absolute technical genius.

If not, he would have been kicked out of the president’s office yesterday. Wen Yin thought Wang Shaobo was just a quirky tech geek with no ulterior motives. Once he settled in Yinxun, his skills would be useful. But today’s conversation made Feng Yin realize the situation was more complicated than Wen Yin anticipated. Wang Shaobo was not a naive tech geek; he was a madman with ambitions and wild ideas. His analysis of the industry and Yinxun’s strategy was on par with Yinxun’s management. Such a person wouldn’t be easy to control. His goal in joining Yinxun was simple: to live off the Wen family. If he couldn’t achieve that, he might waste his extraordinary skills on a comfortable retirement until the next beautiful CEO appeared...

Thinking this, Feng Yin knew the original plan was a complete failure. Talking to this guy was a waste of time. However, his initial suspicions about Wang Shaobo could be put aside.

Feng Yin trusted his eyes; Wang Shaobo was not an assassin.

—

A day later, Feng Yin had the urge to gouge out his own eyes.

Yes, Wang Shaobo was not an assassin, because no assassin would be as arrogant and overbearing as him.

Seeing Wang Shaobo leisurely drinking tea in his living room, Feng Yin instantly switched to combat mode. Golden particle streams extended from the sides of his arms, sharp and deadly.

This was the close-combat ace of a three-star super warrior. The high-energy particle streams could cut through anything, and Feng Yin had used them to kill over a hundred Black Army soldiers. Ordinary villains didn’t deserve to see these light blades, and even Baiye couldn’t force Feng Yin to use his weapons in a desperate battle.

Wang Shaobo just laughed, "Don’t be nervous, it’s rare to meet an old friend."

Old friend?

Feng Yin was taken aback, then realized his old friend was playing the face-changing game again.

"Wang Ye, is it really you?"

"Haha, what a nostalgic name. It’s been years since we met on the Wolf Star. We finally meet again, and you’re in trouble as usual, my friend."

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