Chapter 5 3 Inch Sunlight
The sun climbed up the floor-to-ceiling glass window. Wen Baijing sat lazily in his office chair, staring at the sun as it climbed up little by little.
Perhaps because he was tired from accompanying clients last night, Wen Baijing was in low spirits the whole day and did not go for the scheduled store inspection on Monday.
Wen Baijing is 28 years old this year. He is the grandson of the president of Yuncheng Wen Group, which owns several clothing brands.
The subsidiary he is in charge of operates a second-tier young ladies' clothing brand called "Zhichu", which has agents in more than 30 provincial capitals across the country. The best provincial agents have expanded more than 100 Zhichu brand stores.
Wen Baijing is 185 cm tall. Due to years of fitness, he has finely sculpted muscles, outstanding temperament, and a sense of aloofness and freshness.
Thinking about the dinner and karaoke he had with a bunch of provincial representatives yesterday, the originally good atmosphere was ruined by Shen Guangtou, and he felt a nameless anger burning in his heart. In the past, the vice president or assistant would accompany him to such occasions, or the investment director Wang Yan would accompany him, so he didn't have to face any troubles. It just so happened that several people had something to do yesterday...
Wang Yan walked into the general manager's office holding the coffee, smiling, and carefully served it.
"Boss Xiao Wen, you drank a lot last night!"
Wen Baijing rubbed his temple and looked at Manager Wang with resentment.
"Mr. Xiao Wen, it's my fault. I have some family problems. There won't be a next time." Wang Yan bent over with a smile on his face.
Wen Baijing twirled the lighter with his slender fingers, frowned slightly, and said lightly with a sharp gaze:
"Boss Shen from You Province, their province's performance is so poor, how is the replacement of the provincial representative going?"
Wang Yan was stunned for half a second, "Mr. Wen, are you talking about the bald and big-bellied Mr. Shen? I'm negotiating with representatives from other provinces..." He looked at Wen Baijing with an apologetic smile, took out a tissue from the tissue box, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Mr. Shen, the provincial agent of You Province, became a little proud after making money. He plunged into the world of luxury and had no intention of running the business. The performance of other provinces increased significantly, but his performance continued to decline. He often did not cooperate with the marketing plans of brand companies. There was chaos at home, colorful flags fluttering outside, and he had no time to focus on performance. Such a provincial agent was no different from an inflamed appendix.
The key is that this person has no manners and is too arrogant. Knowing that his agency contract was going to be terminated, he dared not get angry at Wen Baijing, so he could only take out his anger on a woman, even though that woman was just a KTV waitress.
Wen Baijing felt a little annoyed when he thought of this. He waved his hand gently and Wang Yan respectfully left the office.
Wen Baijing drank several cups of coffee and finally got rid of his sleepiness.
Speaking of Baldy Shen, Wen Baijing always remembered the panic-stricken look on the girl's face last night. He raised his hand and glanced at his Vacheron Constantin watch. It was already past eight o'clock.
Bai Wenjing was driving in the night when the lights were just coming on, and unknowingly arrived downstairs of the KTV where he had been last night.
He sat in the box, his eyes fixed on the opened bottle of foreign wine, holding a cigarette casually, while soft music echoed back and forth.
Apart from necessary social engagements, he did not like such occasions of debauchery, and even when he occasionally sang with friends, he was not in the mood.
At this moment he was a little confused, not knowing why he was crazy and ran to this place alone.
He told the young master to go get Ye Zhenzhen to serve in the private room.
"Ye Zhenzhen, you are designated to serve in box xx!"
Standing in the neat line in the lobby, Ye Zhenzhen looked forward with a smile on her face, wandering in the void.
"Ye Zhenzhen, what are you thinking about?"
A colleague next to her nudged her with his elbow and she came back to reality.
On the way to the box, she kept muttering to herself that she didn't know any guests when she went to work the next day, so who could it be?
"Good evening! It's a pleasure to serve you!"
The moment she pushed open the door and saw Wen Baijing, she was a little surprised, wondering why the guest would choose her. The scene of her digging her toes into the ground last night was still vivid in her mind.
"Hello, boss! Do you want me to ask a beauty to try out the stage?"
Ye Zhenzhen maintained a perfect squatting posture beside Wen Baijing and asked with a smile on her face.
Last night, he didn't see Ye Zhenzhen clearly because of the noisy crowd.
Bai Wenjing stared at the girl who was thirty centimeters away from him. Her face was full and smooth without any excess fat. Her eyes were watery, and the corners of her eyes curved when she smiled. Her eye bags were full and cute, her eyes were rare and clear, her nose was delicate and not abrupt, and her slightly thick lips were a little cute.
In the air-conditioned box, Ye Zhenzhen's warm breath brushed across his cheek, and Wen Baijing's face was burned by the breath.
"Hello?"
Seeing that he remained silent, Ye Zhenzhen looked at him suspiciously and spoke tentatively.
Wen Baijing retracted his gaze, his expression still indifferent, and he said coldly:
"I don't want to sing. I just want to be alone. If you're bored, you can order some songs by yourself."
Ye Zhenzhen stood up and left, standing stupidly in front of the computer desk, looking a little at a loss.
Wen Baijing held a glass of wine and looked at her from afar. Ye Zhenzhen had her hair neatly tied up. The small V-neckline of her work clothes made her collarbone faintly visible. The cuffs of her short sleeves revealed her fair arms. Her skirt was half an inch above her knees, and her long and slender legs were wearing a pair of black high heels.
The atmosphere in the box was a little awkward and the air was a little solemn.
To liven up the atmosphere, Ye Zhenzhen nervously picked up the microphone, stared at the big screen and sang seriously.
"I hope the person I love is healthy, kind, and has a big hand that can tolerate my little stubbornness..."