Chapter 97

Yu Qingying looked at Tang Zhendong, who wanted to defend himself but didn't know where to start, and she laughed happily.

"Alright, look at you, all sweaty and flustered. Is it really that serious!" Yu Qingying tugged at the thin blanket on her body. "By the way, where did you sleep last night?"

"I slept with you, didn't I? Didn't you know?" Tang Zhendong finally began to counterattack.

When Yu Qingying heard this, she blushed deeply and lowered her head. Of course, she knew that Tang Zhendong hadn't done anything to her last night, as her clothes were intact. Even if Tang Zhendong had really taken advantage of her, she wouldn't have said anything. Although it was a bit regrettable, she felt both happy and slightly disappointed that he hadn't.

"Even if we slept together, I would have been willing. But some people didn't seize the opportunity, and such chances might not come again, making them regret it." Yu Qingying seemed to be saying, "You can have the verbal advantage, but nothing else."

Tang Zhendong held his head with both hands, looking very frustrated. Of course, this was just for Yu Qingying to see.

Seeing Tang Zhendong's expression, Yu Qingying laughed heartily, laughing so hard that she bent over.

Tang Zhendong found this life incredibly interesting. He had a beautiful woman, a home, and joy. He could laugh and joke with the person he loved.

Yu Qingying got out of bed, put on her shoes, and saw the strange symbols Tang Zhendong had drawn on the table. "What are you doing? Don't tell me you're drawing?"

To be honest, Tang Zhendong's drawings were just scribbles, not quite drawings, not quite Tibetan script, not quite Mongolian script, but somewhat similar to the strange symbols from Mount Maoshan.

Before Tang Zhendong could answer, Yu Qingying started to comment. "Tsk, tsk, a chick pecking at rice? But where's the chick, and where's the rice? I can't tell, I really can't."

At that moment, Yu Qingying seemed to transform into a connoisseur of calligraphy and paintings, constantly making surprising remarks about Tang Zhendong's masterpiece.

"These are for your director, Wang Xuebin. He wants to be the chief editor of the newspaper, so he came to me for help, and I agreed to assist him."

"This," Yu Qingying pointed at the strange symbols Tang Zhendong was drawing, "can help Wang Xuebin become the chief editor? Just with this?"

"What? Don't you believe it?"

"I don't doubt that, but I doubt Wang Director's intelligence. Does he really believe you?"

Tang Zhendong couldn't help but laugh heartily. "This is just how strange it is. He really does believe it."

Yu Qingying expressed great skepticism. "Wang Director is a high achiever from Fudan University. Does he really believe that these strange symbols can help him become the chief editor?"

"Why not?"

"If he can become the chief editor, I can become a director. In our newspaper, Wang Xuebin isn't even a top candidate for the chief editor position. He's at most third in line. There are two heavyweights ahead of him, so I don't think Wang Xuebin has any chance, and the gap isn't just a little bit."

"What if Wang Xuebin really becomes the chief editor, and you become a director at the same time? What would you do?"

"Let's make a bet? The stakes will be the same as the last time on the boat, a promise. How about it?" Yu Qingying seemed very confident this time. Although Wang Xuebin's qualifications were sufficient, the chief editor position wasn't solely decided by the editor-in-chief. Even though Wang Xuebin and Hu Wenxuan, the editor-in-chief, had a close relationship, the Municipal Organization Department, which oversees the newspaper, would certainly have a say. In the political arena, a higher rank can crush you, and the Municipal Organization Department is the leadership of the newspaper. There are some things that can't be ignored.

Moreover, in terms of connections and ability, Wang Xuebin wasn't outstanding. One of the deputy chief editors was a high achiever from Renmin University, and his writing was excellent. He had written many speeches for the leaders of the Haicheng Municipal Government and Party Committee, and his articles were top-notch. In both these situations, Wang Xuebin had no advantage. He could only become the chief editor if the other two were out of the picture, but was that possible?

"Alright, let's do it your way!" Tang Zhendong was very confident in his skills. Since you're willing to agree to a condition, let's go for it. I won't lose anyway.

"If you win this time, I'll owe you two conditions. But if I win, you have to agree to one condition. By the way, should we offset the conditions, or keep them separate?"

"Either way, you decide." No matter what, Tang Zhendong knew he wouldn't lose.

"That's great. Let's keep them separate. The last condition still stands, and if you lose this time, you have to agree to one more condition."

"Alright, but can I know in advance what your condition is?" Tang Zhendong saw Yu Qingying's excited expression and deliberately acted as if he wasn't sure.

"Hehe, I have one in mind, but I can't tell you yet."

Yu Qingying and Tang Zhendong went to a breakfast shop outside and bought two steamer baskets of buns and a bowl of porridge. "We only need one basket. We can't finish two." Yu Qingying waved her hand when she saw Tang Zhendong order two baskets.

"I have a big appetite. One basket isn't enough. Don't worry, eat as much as you can. I practiced boxing this morning and I'm starving."

"When did you go out? I didn't know."

"You were drunk and sleeping soundly. How could you know?"

Yu Qingying ate three or four buns. "I'm going to be late. I'm full. I'll go to work now."

"Shall I see you off?"

"No, you eat. Enjoy your meal!"

Tang Zhendong watched Yu Qingying hail a taxi and head to work. He then returned to continue his baozi feast. A basket of baozi was a bit of a luxury for Tang Zhendong, or rather, it was a luxury for the old Tang Zhendong. In the past month, Tang Zhendong's financial situation had gradually improved, much better than when he sold fruit. Back then, every time he passed the baozi shop in the market, he couldn't resist sniffing the air, even if he couldn't eat.

Now that he had the means, he naturally bought baozi. He bought one basket, ate it, and then bought another, without any hesitation.

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"Ah, Master Tang, you're here! I've been waiting for you, I'm so anxious!" Wang Xuebin had been waiting in the small alley near the train station for over half an hour, fidgeting with impatience.

Tang Zhendong actually saw Wang Xuebin, who was pacing back and forth, as soon as he entered the alley. "Hehe, Chief Editor Wang, you're here early?"

The moment Tang Zhendong called him "Chief Editor Wang," Wang Xuebin's anxious expression vanished. "Hehe, Master Tang, thank you for your good words. But what about the talisman you mentioned yesterday?"

Tang Zhendong laughed heartily, took out the strange symbols he had hastily drawn that morning, and handed them to Wang Xuebin. "Remember, you must place them in their offices separately. This will disrupt their luck. The sooner, the better."

Wang Xuebin took out 5,000 yuan from his pocket and tried to give it to Tang Zhendong, but Tang Zhendong waved it off and pushed it back. "Chief Editor Wang, there's no need for that. I'm not doing this for money. Remember the favor you promised me. And one more thing: I can make you the chief editor, and I can also make someone else the chief editor."

Tang Zhendong's words were a naked warning and threat, but Wang Xuebin didn't react. He wanted to see the results. If he didn't become the chief editor, he wouldn't lose anything. If he did, it would be because of Tang Zhendong's supernatural powers, and he wouldn't dare to go against him.

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