Chapter 3

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Almost instinctively, Ou Yang Feifei leaned back, her brows revealing unmasked disgust. For such people, Ou Yang Feifei had never been polite. Disgust was disgust; having lived and worked abroad for a long time, she wouldn't pretend to be close and appreciative even if she disliked someone, no matter how powerful their background was, it had nothing to do with her.

It was as if at this moment, Wang Yong finally noticed the beauty behind the large desk and glanced at the middle-aged man standing by like a butler. He couldn't help but chuckle, "Sorry, sorry, I drank a bit too much last night and didn't have time to change clothes. Your coffee is quite good, where did you buy it?"

Seeing that he was saying sorry but showed no real apologetic attitude, Ou Yang Feifei disliked him even more. Her delicate, high nose wrinkled slightly. It wasn't just that he had drunk too much; even with the unpleasant smell of smoke and alcohol, she could tell he had at least two perfumes on him: Chanel's Coco and Dior's Midnight Poison.

These were two popular perfumes with decent scents, but they had become a disaster among female white-collar workers. Ou Yang Feifei's expression remained unchanged, but her disgust increased.

The woman in front of him was indeed very beautiful, dressed formally and appropriately, with a fair, delicate oval face and black-rimmed glasses, exuding a cold and intellectual beauty. However, Wang Yong couldn't muster any interest in seducing her. A night of chaos had almost drained him. Besides, for him, sex was just one way to vent and indulge, emphasizing mutual consent and casual encounters.

This woman was beautiful, but too cold, not an easy target to conquer. More frighteningly, if he really got her, it might backfire and cause endless trouble. Wang Yong was no longer at the stage where the harder a woman was to conquer, the more he was motivated to do so.

However, this woman's taste was still good. The decoration, well, how to put it, was overly pretentious. Everywhere it was low-key but highlighted her taste, which was different from ordinary people.

"Are you Wang Yong?" Seeing him leisurely looking around and scrutinizing her carefully arranged decorations with a critical eye, Ou Yang Feifei finally couldn't hold back and asked in a calm tone.

"Um, three horizontal strokes, Wang, and the 'Yong' in 'ordinary.'" Wang Yong plopped down on the simple yet clear and bright redwood guest chair, completely unfazed by the slight pressure of having to look up to see her face, and explained kindly, "It's just a very ordinary name."

From these psychological layout techniques, this woman's sense of superiority and control was not just strong. However, it was a bit petty. She was the company president, not the president of the country. Even the president of the country now emphasized being close to the people, right? Wang Yong also secretly criticized her out of boredom.

Who said your name wasn't ordinary? Do you need to smile so brightly? Due to various factors, Ou Yang Feifei looked down on him extremely, interpreting every word and action he said with the maximum malice. If she had a choice, Ou Yang Feifei would rather kick him out of the company to avoid ruining the situation she had worked hard to build.

"I've already read your resume." Ou Yang Feifei decided to ignore his previous words and began to ask professionally, "However, there are a few questions I don't understand, and I hope Mr. Wang can provide a straightforward explanation. Mr. Wang graduated from the Computer Science program at the China Radio and Television University. Could you tell me what level this university is in the country? What is your level of computer proficiency? How many computer languages are you proficient in, and which ones? What computer-related research projects did you participate in at school, and what awards and honors did you receive? Also, Mr. Wang did not describe his work experience and achievements after graduation."

Wang Yong was a bit stunned. Was this woman deliberately picking a fight or really didn't know? Did she just come back from Mars? He had already said it was a TV and radio university, and research projects? Even the diploma was something Wang Yong had someone get for him...

"Cough, cough~"

Tang Yongnian, standing to the side, couldn't bear to see this and bent down, lowering his voice, "President, that school..."

Ou Yang Feifei had left the country at a young age and only returned for one or two months each year. Although she had consistently studied traditional Chinese culture, she really didn't know what a TV and radio university was. After returning to the country, she directly joined this company, and no one with her qualifications would have come from such a university.

After finally understanding what was going on from Tang Yongnian's explanation, Ou Yang Feifei was furious. What was this? Was he looking down on her? Looking down on the company? If it really didn't work, wasn't it popular to fake things in the country? Didn't he know Lao Mu? Didn't he have many connections? Even a more legitimate fake diploma would be better. For this guy who wasn't even professional or sincere in using connections, Ou Yang Feifei had a strong urge to throw the resume back in his face.

"Isn't this company run by Lao Mu?" Wang Yong was a bit puzzled and somewhat bewildered, "Could it be that Lao Mu was boasting?"

"Indeed, this company was invested in and founded by Uncle Mu, and he also serves as the chairman," Ou Yang Feifei's anger increased when he mentioned Uncle Mu, and she almost gritted her teeth, "But now, the president of this company is me. Wang Yong, listen carefully. Uncle Mu formally authorized me to manage this company, giving me absolute personnel appointment power. So, whether you can work in this company is up to me."

Hearing her tone become harsh, Wang Yong was a bit surprised. Just as he was about to tease her a bit, he saw the middle-aged, bald, fat man winking at him and secretly nodding at Ou Yang Feifei. Wang Yong smiled at him and, feeling playful, put on a fearful and respectful look, leaning forward with a fawning smile, "Beautiful lady, let's talk things out. I didn't know you were in charge of the company. Please forgive my ignorance, I apologize, I apologize."

The words "beautiful lady" were too grating, but his attitude of admitting fault was good. Ou Yang Feifei's anger subsided a bit. After all, for the sake of Uncle Mu's face, she had to be accommodating. She wasn't completely unfamiliar with Chinese traditional culture. Uncle Mu and her father were very close, and he had helped her father many times.

"Alright, I'll ask some other questions." Ou Yang Feifei's tone softened slightly but added coldly, "Also, please use a more formal address, Mr. Wang." As she spoke, her head, still a bit groggy from the hangover, she picked up her coffee and took another sip.

"Alright, alright. As you wish." Wang Yong thought for a moment and asked hesitantly, "Then, beautiful niece? Are you satisfied?"

"Choke~"

Ou Yang Feifei was choked and directly spat out the coffee, her almond eyes wide open in disbelief. Had this man no sense of shame or common sense? She glared at him coldly, "Mr. Wang, please be mindful of your address and words. I am not in the mood to joke with you, please respect yourself."

"I'm not joking. Lao Mu and I are close friends, brothers for life. If you don't believe me, you can call Lao Mu to verify." Wang Yong said seriously, "And you call Lao Mu Uncle Mu. According to our Chinese tradition, you should call me Uncle Wang. My niece is quite pretty, which is a compliment from an elder. You should say, 'Thank you, Uncle Wang.' By the way, what's your father's name? Maybe we know each other. I don't have many strengths, but I have many friends."

"Uncle Wang?" Ou Yang Feifei's fair, delicate face turned slightly pale, her brows raised, and she gritted her teeth, speaking each word with venom. She was determined that if he dared to respond, she would risk her position as president to prevent him from joining the company.

However, she underestimated Wang Yong's ability to read people. He waved his hand generously, "Forget it, forget it. Actually, we are about the same age. Let's just be friends, and you can call me Wang Yong. Or, if you prefer, you can call me Brother Wang."

Tang Yongnian wanted to laugh but didn't dare, his stomach contracting uncomfortably. He was quite impressed by this fearless young man who dared to tease even a powerful figure.

"Alright, Mr. Wang." Ou Yang Feifei felt that continuing to tangle with him would give her a heart attack, so she waved her hand, "Forget it, I won't hold it against you. You've passed the interview. By the way, there's one last question: Why did you choose this company?"

As soon as the question was asked, Wang Yong's playful expression disappeared, replaced by a moment of silence. He lit a cigarette, his expression serious, deep, and slightly melancholic.

His demeanor changed instantly, as if he was a completely different person. This made Ou Yang Feifei pause, her heart skipping a beat. She thought that for Uncle Mu to hold him in such high regard, he must have some exceptional qualities. Could it be that beneath his playful and unrestrained exterior, he had hidden talents? Unknown stories? Or a heart full of ambition?

Ou Yang Feifei had studied some Chinese history and knew that some capable people in history liked to do unconventional things.

For a moment, Ou Yang Feifei blamed herself for losing her composure and breaking her principle of judging actions, not people. She didn't want to offend a talented person. In this mindset, she secretly looked forward to what impressive words he would say. She even didn't mind that he dared to smoke in her office.

Wang Yong exhaled a heavy puff of smoke, his voice hoarse, "After wandering around for a few years, I finally realized how realistic society is and how cruel the world can be. Just returned to Huahai City, short of money, and remembered that Lao Mu owed me a favor. So I asked him for a job to make a living. He said, 'Why don't you come to my company?' So I came."

Her slender fingers holding the delicate coffee cup trembled with anger. Ou Yang Feifei barely restrained the impulse to throw the cup at his head and forced out a few words through gritted teeth, "So you came?"

"Yes, so I came." Wang Yong looked at her calmly and matter-of-factly.

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