Zhou Jinbei's perfume suddenly assailed his nostrils, and Zhan Beijue found it unaccustomed to.
He subconsciously reached out to block her, letting her sit half a step away from him.
He lazily glanced at her screen and found that she had screenshotted something related to Jiang Nanfang.
Was Zhou Jinxiu just flirting with her?
Flirting with Jiang Nanfang?
What did that mean?
"What woman lives opposite me? What about changing girlfriends? What are you talking about?"
He pretended not to understand.
Zhou Jinbei excitedly explained, "It's that woman, the one from Tianfu International that day..."
"How could she end up with him?"
"They happened to be on a business trip to Chongcheng and ran into each other."
Zhou Jinbei, completely oblivious to his changing expression, recounted it like a joke.
"When they came back today, they chatted on the plane the whole way. After getting off the plane, they exchanged WeChat contacts. It seems my brother really has some charm."
"..."
Damn Jiang Nanfang, after only a few hours apart, she actually exchanged WeChat contacts with another man behind his back?
Was she that casual, that unable to leave men, that she loved attracting attention?
She kept talking about loving the children and wanting to take them away from Nancheng, hah, what a joke!
"Swoosh!"
Without any warning, Zhan Beijue's face darkened as he abruptly stood up from the sofa and left.
Returning to his study, he agitatedly took out his phone and called Ah Zhong: "Ah Zhong."
"Here, President Zhan."
"How is the handling of Jiang Nanfang's mother's inheritance?"
"Yesterday was the weekend, and Lawyer Zhang was on a business trip, so he wasn't informed. I just explained the situation to him today, and he has already started the process."
"Don't worry, you'll have results by the end of the workday this afternoon at the latest."
Zhan Beijue gritted his teeth: "No need. Focus on your real work and tell him to drop it."
"?"
Zhan Beijue hung up the phone.
Back at the company, a new batch of samples with revised drawing dimensions was produced, and Jiang Nanfang personally took them to the laboratory for performance testing.
The basic performance tests yielded data, and there were no issues. Other results would be available tomorrow. With some free time, she went to chat with Vice President Gao.
"Didn't we agree that if I stayed to work, you'd get me a company car? Why has it taken so long?"
Vice President Gao was too busy and had overlooked this matter. He slapped his forehead.
"Look at me! I'm getting old, my memory isn't good, and I forget things when I'm busy. I'm sorry you had to take taxis for so long."
"Because allocating a car involves a significant amount of money, and according to procedure, an application needs to be submitted to President Zhan for his personal approval."
"But Engineer Jiang is different from others, so I'll make an exception for you."
Saying that, he cheerfully picked up his phone and dialed, "I'll call President Zhan right now to apply for it, and you'll get an answer immediately."
No wonder Jiang Nanfang liked Vice President Gao.
He valued her and was so friendly, she couldn't bear to let him down.
Zhan Beijue had just finished talking to Ah Zhong and, feeling restless, picked up an engineering book. Before he could read two pages, his phone rang.
He glanced at the caller ID and answered listlessly: "Hello."
"President Zhan."
"Speak directly if you have something to say."
"Oh, it's like this. When I previously asked Engineer Jiang to stay with the company, I privately promised to allocate a company car for her use later."
"I was busy in the northwest for over a month and didn't get a chance to bring it up, so I didn't mention it. Now that she's back, I can't go back on my word. What do you think..."
Jiang Nanfang, it's Jiang Nanfang again.
Vice President Gao personally called to request a company car for her?
From technicians to senior leaders, and even rich second-generation individuals, all men revolved around her. She truly was captivating!
"Doesn't Vice President Gao know the company's regulations regarding company cars? Levels below department managers are not entitled to company car benefits, and she's just a technician."
Vice President Gao nodded with a smile on his end of the phone: "Yes, the company's previous regulations were indeed like that. But Engineer Jiang's situation is special."
"?" Zhan Beijue's brows furrowed. "What's so special about her? How is she special?"
Vice President Gao said, "The new product has been developed, and I've briefly reviewed the samples. There are basically no issues, and I believe it can be mass-produced soon."
"Didn't our affiliated factory move to the Huayao Industrial Zone last year? You might not be aware of how far the Huayao Industrial Zone is from the company. Without a dedicated vehicle, it's very inconvenient to get there."
"Once production begins, as the lead engineer, Jiang will have to travel back and forth frequently. It will be difficult for her to carry out her work without a car."
Zhan Beijue hadn't expected it to be for this reason.
He was now convinced that this damned woman Jiang Nanfang was scheming in every aspect, trying to win over men.
She found such a good excuse that it was impossible to refute. He had underestimated her before.
"According to you, after allocating a car for her, we should also assign her a separate driver?"
"Because the journey is long and unsafe, it's best if he's young and strong."
Vice President Gao, unaware of the implied meaning in his words, glanced at Jiang Nanfang opposite him.
"Is a driver necessary? You can drive yourself, right?"
Jiang Nanfang shook her head, "No need."
Vice President Gao felt she was very accommodating: "She can drive herself. She said she's not picky about the car brand or anything, as long as it has four wheels and can run."
Tch, as long as it has four wheels, not picky about anything?
She really knew how to make it sound good.
Zhan Beijue thought for a moment: "Alright. I'll have Ah Zhong arrange this. You don't need to worry about it anymore."
President Zhan agreed, and Vice President Gao happily hung up the phone, telling Jiang Nanfang to bear with it for a couple more days.
Zhan Beijue called Ah Zhong.
"I remember your girlfriend was urging you to get married recently, asking for a house and a car. Is that right?"
Ah Zhong hadn't expected that, despite his efforts to keep his voice low and turn away, nothing could escape President Zhan's notice.
Not knowing why he was suddenly asking this, Ah Zhong replied sheepishly, "Yes, there was. What's wrong, President Zhan?"
"I know you're working hard on your own, and you still have mortgage payments, so the pressure is immense. You've been performing well recently, so I'll give you a car."
"Ah?"
"Within 500,000 yuan. Go pick one out with your girlfriend today, and I'll pay for it. The car that's being replaced will be sent to Ge Rui Electric for Jiang Nanfang to use."
"This..."
"What? Not enough? You don't want it?"
The boss was offering a car worth 500,000 yuan, which was equivalent to his annual salary. He could buy a Mercedes-Benz C-Class. How could Ah Zhong not want it?
He quickly thanked his boss and then called his girlfriend.
Upon hearing that she could buy a new car today, his girlfriend happily took her modified second-hand Beetle for a thorough wash, and then drove it with Ah Zhong to the front of the Ge Rui Electric company.
President Zhan's efficiency was remarkable.
It had only been about an hour, and the car was already here?
Vice President Gao notified Jiang Nanfang to come down and collect the car.
Parked on the open ground in front of the company was a small, cute, all-pink Volkswagen classic Beetle.
It was clearly a car for a girl.
The car door was adorned with a white Hello Kitty sticker, a little yellow duck ornament was placed on the rearview mirror, and most eye-catching were the headlights.
The two headlights resembled two round, bulging eyes, circled by long, curled black eyelashes.
At first glance, it was a product of overwhelming girlishness, a large, walking, kitschy toy.
Zhan Beijue wouldn't be so perverted as to send her such a thing to drive, would he?