Chapter 7

Yeshao Feng became the first security guard in Zonghai Group's history to enter the third-floor executive dining room of the cafeteria.

When he went upstairs, Yeshao Feng followed closely behind Lin Zhiya. Despite her 12-centimeter high heels, she ascended the stairs at a brisk pace, leaving Yeshao Feng nearly half a floor behind.

With her above and him below, whenever Yeshao Feng looked up, he could vaguely see the woman's skirt lifting. Yeshao Feng was not a pervert, but to not take a glance would be a betrayal of male dignity.

On the way, Yeshao Feng deliberately slowed his steps, occasionally raising his eyes. If it were an ordinary person, they might not see clearly, but Yeshao Feng had undergone special training as a sniper in the Dragon Group, so his eyesight was exceptionally good, and his accuracy in capturing targets was far superior to that of an average person.

Inside Lin Zhiya's knee-length, form-fitting dress was a leopard-print, semi-transparent underwear. He didn't expect such a dignified and graceful woman to like such a sexy pattern. Did this indicate that she had good taste, or was it a sign of her being flirtatious?

"Have you had enough? If you've had enough, stop looking and hurry up. Chairman Chang's time is precious, and he doesn't like to wait," Lin Zhiya said, seemingly aware that Yeshao Feng was peeking at her. She didn't seem to mind, but rather gave a casual reminder.

Women's psychology is hard to fathom. Sometimes, when they get perverted, men can't even catch up.

Lin Zhiya had this special fetish, seemingly enjoying the feeling of men peeking at her. Whenever she lay in bed at night, recalling the lecherous eyes of many men who had ogled her proud chest or high buttocks, she would feel a strange excitement and tingling.

Of course, she didn't expect Yeshao Feng's eyesight to be so good, nor did she expect him to see so clearly.

Yeshao Feng quickened his steps and, when he reached Lin Zhiya's side, said with a lecherous smile, "Leopard print, quite romantic, isn't it?"

This sentence made Lin Zhiya blush. She glared at Yeshao Feng and said, "You... don't say such things..."

"Don't worry, Leopard Girl, I won't tell anyone," Yeshao Feng said with a smile.

Lin Zhiya gently pushed open a finely carved double wooden door, and the dazzling light inside spilled out through the gap.

"Chairman Chang, the person you asked for has arrived," Lin Zhiya said respectfully at the door.

Chairman Chang waved his hand, signaling them to come in. Yeshao Feng followed Lin Zhiya into the exclusive dining room. The luxurious wooden table was laden with a variety of delicacies from all over, and the aroma of the dishes made Yeshao Feng's mouth water.

"Sit down," Chairman Chang said simply. Lin Zhiya sat down next to Chang Fuguo, then glanced at the standing Yeshao Feng and chuckled, "Chairman Chang told you to sit down, hurry up."

Yeshao Feng sat down opposite Chang Fuguo, where a chair had been reserved for him.

In fact, Yeshao Feng had seen many grand occasions. When he was in the Dragon Group, he had dined with the highest-ranking military leaders, and during missions abroad, he often interacted with leaders of small countries and tribes. He had met all kinds of important figures. Now, his nervousness in front of Chang Fuguo was entirely an act, making Chang Fuguo believe that he, Yeshao Feng, was just a security guard with a bit of martial arts skill.

The lower one's status, the less likely one is to be suspected. This would make it easier to carry out the mission.

After waiting for two weeks, he was finally dining with the boss of Zonghai Group today, which would greatly help the progress of his mission.

"Are you Yeshao Feng?" Chang Fuguo asked.

Yeshao Feng quickly stood up, pretending to be nervous, and said, "Chairman... Chairman... Hello, I... I am Yeshao Feng..."

Lin Zhiya, seeing Yeshao Feng's country bumpkin appearance, couldn't help but giggle again. Her delicate fingers lightly covered her mouth, her eyes slightly curved, making her even more alluring.

Yeshao Feng glanced at Lin Zhiya, who was secretly mocking him, but he didn't take her ignorant ridicule seriously. The more a woman looked down on a man, the less competitive and dangerous he seemed, and the more he could lower others' guard.

Chang Fuguo sized up Yeshao Feng, then took a resume from Lin Zhiya, flipped it open, and glanced through it. In fact, he had already read Yeshao Feng's resume many times, and it contained no hints of his service in the Dragon Group.

"You have a high school education, served in the military for two years, then went to the south to work but achieved nothing, and recently returned to our city of Luyang. Do you have any plans? Do you want to be a security guard in my company?" Chang Fuguo summarized Yeshao Feng's resume.

"I have no ties, and one person's full stomach means the whole family is satisfied. Being a security guard here is fine; it provides food and lodging, and I'm quite content," Yeshao Feng said with a silly smile.

Lin Zhiya looked down on Yeshao Feng even more. A man without ideals or ambitions would not be accepted by women. Women like men who are bold, daring, and adventurous. Just being handsome but useless won't win a woman's heart.

Yeshao Feng caught a hint of mockery in Lin Zhiya's eyes. It seemed she had completely written him off as a useless lump of clay, completely eliminating her guard against this new employee.

"Yeshao Feng, how about coming to work for me? I'll pay you ten times your current salary," Chang Fuguo said cheerfully.

Yeshao Feng deliberately widened his eyes, pretending to be flattered, and said, "What? Ten times? I... I didn't hear that wrong... I, Yeshao Feng, have no special skills. What can I do for you?"

"You have good martial arts skills, and being a security guard in the building is a waste of your talent. How about being my personal bodyguard? In the military, you must have learned how to protect people. In the future, I will be your protection target," Chang Fuguo said.

"Being a bodyguard, of course, is fine. Chairman Chang, although I, Yeshao Feng, am just a country bumpkin who knows nothing, I have good martial arts skills. I can take down seven or eight thugs with knives," Yeshao Feng said, feigning excitement and boasting.

Just as Yeshao Feng was excitedly speaking, Chang Fuguo suddenly pulled out a small, black, German-made pocket pistol from his leather bag. It was about the size of a palm, but it was loaded with real bullets that would be fatal if they hit a vital spot.

The gun was pointed at Yeshao Feng's forehead, and Chang Fuguo's eyes suddenly turned cold and serious.

Chang Fuguo, the old fox, stared intently at Yeshao Feng and said, "Tell me, who are you really?"