Rebirth of wealth and freedom starts from the World Cup

In the CEO's spacious office, Zhao Zixuan sat comfortably on the sofa, with Huang Yingying performing a skilled acupressure massage behind him, soothing his tense nerves.

Liu Yue knocked on the door gently and walked in with a cup of steaming coffee.

She placed the coffee carefully on the coffee table, then stood aside, somewhat hesitant, not knowing whether to leave or stay.

"Boss..."

Liu Yue called out tentatively.

Zhao Zixuan narrowed his eyes and said nothing, as if he didn't hear anything.

Huang Yingying glanced at Liu Yue from the corner of her eye and said softly, "You should get off work first. I'll be here for you."

Liu Yue felt as if he had been pardoned. He nodded quickly, tiptoed out, and closed the door carefully.

There were only two of them left in the office. Huang Yingying continued to massage Zhao Zixuan. Her fingers were like those of a skilled pianist, playing a soothing melody on Zhao Zixuan's shoulders.

Zhao Zixuan closed his eyes, enjoying this rare tranquility, as if he was really immersed in a dream.

Suddenly, Zhao Zixuan broke the silence: "Yingying, do you think Huang Zheng's Pinduoduo can surpass JD.com and kill Taobao?"

Huang Yingying paused in her massage and thought seriously: "To be honest, I don't think it's likely. Taobao's current position is very stable, but... if I have your support, Boss, maybe the situation will be different."

Zhao Zixuan opened his eyes, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "Oh? You think so highly of me? It's not blind worship, right?"

Huang Yingying smiled lightly and increased the intensity of the massage: "I don't know, maybe a little. But more importantly, I believe that as long as it is what you want to do, you will succeed!"

Zhao Zixuan raised a smug smile at the corner of his mouth: "Yeah, you can talk. I haven't seen you for a while, and your little mouth is getting sweeter and sweeter. Who did you learn from?"

Huang Yingying responded coquettishly: "No way, I'm just telling the truth."

Zhao Zixuan picked up the coffee in front of him and took a sip, feeling Huang Yingying's fingertips sliding gently across his shoulders and neck, with just the right amount of force.

A satisfied smile appeared on his face and he took a deep breath, as if trying to absorb all the indescribable feeling of comfort into his body.

"Yingying."

Zhao Zixuan's tone revealed a hint of concern, "Is your work going well recently? Are there any difficulties that I can help you solve?"

Huang Yingying smiled gently and replied: "Thank you for your concern, Boss. My work is going well and I haven't encountered any major problems so far. However, if the company can increase its investment in the film and television market, I believe that Yixuan Studio's performance will have a greater breakthrough."

Zhao Zixuan nodded, a hint of contemplation flashing in his eyes.

He is well aware of the importance of the film and television market, and also understands the delicate relationship between investment and return. After a moment, he said in a deep voice: "You are right, investment in the film and television market is indeed crucial. We must not only make good movies, but also put TV series on the agenda as soon as possible. I will ask Yao Wenchang to re-evaluate the budget and see if we can increase some investment in the film and television market."

Huang Yingying was delighted after hearing this, because she knew that her suggestion had attracted Zhao Zixuan's attention.

She glanced at Zhao Zixuan gratefully, her voice full of enthusiasm: "Boss, I have a new idea. If we can work together with some top film and television companies and share resources, we may be able to quickly enhance Yixuan's brand influence."

She continued: “Once our brand awareness increases, we will have more options and may even attract other companies to actively seek cooperation with us…”

Huang Yingying's words were full of expectation and longing, and her eyes were shining with determination.

As Zhao Zixuan listened to her story, a gleam of appreciation flashed in his eyes.

He was surprised that this recent graduate had grown so well.

It turns out that a good environment is the best catalyst for talents.

Thinking of this, Zhao Zixuan nodded and expressed his agreement: "Your idea is very good. Organize the information of the company you want to cooperate with, and I will arrange someone to contact them."

He paused and added, "Yingying, you have performed very well. Keep up this positive work attitude. I believe you will achieve greater success in the company."

Huang Yingying was very excited because she knew that her efforts and talents were recognized by Zhao Zixuan.

She was determined to work harder and contribute her own strength to the development of the company.

Time passed slowly in tranquility, and Zhao Zixuan gradually relaxed his body and mind under Huang Yingying's massage.

He closed his eyes again, enjoying this rare peace and comfort.

Huang Yingying provided Zhao Zixuan with a pleasant massage experience with her professional skills and attentive service.

At this moment, Zhao Zixuan even joked that with Huang Yingying's massage skills, if she went into the massage industry, she would definitely become a gold medal massage girl.

He couldn't help but wonder where this little girl, who had never done housework since childhood, learned this unique skill.

"Boss, can I massage your legs?"

After Huang Yingying finished speaking, seeing that Zhao Zixuan had no intention of objecting, she immediately understood what he meant and walked around to his front, squatting down and continuing to serve him.

However, as she was pressing, her hands suddenly started to become dishonest and touched sensitive places that should not be touched.

Zhao Zixuan opened his eyes and looked down at her condescendingly.

"Who told you to touch me?"

Huang Yingying was so scared that she retracted her hand and lowered her head like a child who had made a mistake. She apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Boss, I just wanted to make you feel comfortable..."

Zhao Zixuan's eyes fell on the pretty face that looked very much like Tian Naiwei, and he couldn't help but feel moved.

"Take off my shoes and massage the soles of my feet."

His words were like an imperial decree, making it impossible for Huang Yingying to refuse.

Then, under her gentle massage, Zhao Zixuan asked in a relaxed manner: "I remember that your hometown is in the Jiangxi-Gan area, right? I heard that the wedding gift in your area is usually 200,000 or 300,000 yuan?"

Huang Yingying's legs felt numb after squatting for so long, so she simply knelt down and said, "Yes, that's roughly the price. But it depends on the place. The price in our place is generally high. I heard that in some places it's even over 600,000..."

"Boss, why are you suddenly interested in this?"

Zhao Zixuan smiled and said casually: "Just asking. Will the woman give a dowry for the 600,000 yuan betrothal gift?"

Huang Yingying thought for a moment and replied, "I think so. I heard that they usually return double the dowry, but I'm not sure about the specifics. I mostly heard it from my mother."

Zhao Zixuan asked in a joking tone: "Is this dowry really two sets or are they just two quilts for show?"

Huang Yingying hesitated after hearing this.

She knew that in some places, when people got married, their dowry was really just two quilts, but how could she have the nerve to say such a thing out loud?
That would bring discredit to her hometown!
Huang Yingying took a deep breath and said firmly: "Boss, I don't want a dowry for my marriage, not a penny."

Zhao Zixuan raised his eyebrows and asked curiously, "Then you are at a disadvantage, right? It must not be easy for your parents to raise you for so many years. Shouldn't you be filial to them?"

Huang Yingying lowered her head slightly, pondered for a moment, then raised her head and said with a firm look in her eyes: "There are many ways to be filial, and it doesn't have to be shown through a gift."

Zhao Zixuan then asked: "What if one day you and your beloved are planning to get married, but your parents insist on a dowry before they agree? What will you do?"

Huang Yingying was a little stunned by this question and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Looking at her dilemma, Zhao Zixuan already had the answer in his mind.

Between love and family affection, most people will eventually choose family affection. Even if some people choose love on impulse, they will eventually return to the embrace of family affection under the pressure of reality.

After all, there is only one pair of biological parents, but love can start again.

Zhao Zixuan's girlfriend, who was experiencing the seven-year itch, did the same thing.

Now that I think about it, this so-called "love" is both infuriating and funny. Why should we get involved with love when we are talking about business?
The greedy nature of today's women who want everything made Zhao Zixuan sneer and even feel disgusted.

Even a good girl like He Jieyu, who grew up in an ivory tower with a silver spoon in her mouth, seems to be no exception under the influence of her parents.

How boring!

"Ugh!"

Zhao Zixuan's mood suddenly became heavy, and a sigh broke the silence.

Huang Yingying was startled, thinking that she had said something wrong, and hurriedly explained: "Boss, are you sighing because of me? I don't need the betrothal gift! If that person is someone I really like, I don't need anything, really!"

Zhao Zixuan glanced at her calmly, but he didn't believe her.
If it were him ten years ago, he might still be moved by such innocent words.

At that time, he was young and simple, and was always easily deceived by the innocence, kindness and beauty of women.

But not anymore.

Today's Zhao Zixuan is no longer the ignorant and naive boy he used to be.

He knew very well that women and men were essentially the same, because they all had the same seven emotions and six desires, the same selfishness and evil thoughts, the same greed and desires...

Gender differences aside, women are essentially just another type of man.

Recalling the days when he was a child and was mesmerized by novels, movies and TV dramas, he once thought that women were beautiful and sacred beings.

However, as he grew older, gained more experience, and was beaten by reality, he gradually realized that both women and men were ordinary people who were superficial and realistic.

Between men and women, neither is nobler than the other.

So there is no need to deify women.

"Kneel down."

After Zhao Zixuan finished speaking, he suddenly stepped on Huang Yingying.

The "chief assistant" who was concentrating on the massage subconsciously held his feet with both hands, lowered her eyebrows, and her pretty face flushed, just like a shy rose quietly blooming.

The next moment, Zhao Zixuan became even more unscrupulous and suddenly unbuttoned her shirt with his toes...

An amazing snow-white arc appears bright and moving under the light, making one's heart sway.

Zhao Zixuan's eyes narrowed, he took a deep breath and asked, "You have such a good figure, what did you eat to grow up? Is the water quality in your Jianggan area so good?"

He only knew that the brothers in the Jiangxi and Jiangxi regions could eat spicy food and endure hardships.

But why are the girls who grew up drinking Ganjiang River water different?

To be honest, if it is an equivalent transaction such as 34D in exchange for in betrothal gifts, it doesn't seem unacceptable, right?
“This has nothing to do with water quality, right?”

Huang Yingying blushed at the compliment. She glanced at the office door and said worriedly, "Boss, the door is not locked. What if someone comes in..."

Zhao Zixuan said disapprovingly, "It's time to get off work, who would come in? Hold your head high and let me take a good look at why your shirt buttons always fall off so easily. Is it because your clothes are of poor quality?"

Huang Yingying raised her head with a red face, and the moment their eyes met, even her neck turned red.

"Open your mouth."

Zhao Zixuan put his finger to Huang Yingying's mouth. His words seemed to have an irresistible magic that made her close her eyes unconsciously as if she was addicted.

"Have you ever kissed?" he asked softly.

Huang Yingying was unable to speak and could only shake her head shyly.

Zhao Zixuan got a satisfactory answer, smiled slightly, then leaned down and kissed her easily.

His kiss was so domineering and affectionate that she felt as if she had fallen into another world and lost herself without realizing it.

After a long time, their lips parted.

Zhao Zixuan stood up with a cynical smile on his lips, looking down at the sweet face condescendingly.

Huang Yingying's appearance is enough to make her stand out in the entertainment industry and even become the heroine of a big drama. Her impeccable figure adds countless charm to her. If she wants, she can easily become famous.

However, she seems to have no interest in show business and is not keen on fame and fortune.

What she reveals in her bones is probably still the gentleness and reserve of a traditional woman.

Compared with her sister Huang Youwei, the two of them have completely different personalities.

Huang Youwei is ambitious and strives for money.

Huang Yingying prefers to live a peaceful life and enjoy the beauty of life.

"Come here and kneel down."

"Ever had a lollipop?"

"Yeah, just like eating a lollipop."

Zhao Zixuan issued instructions again, as if a teacher was patiently teaching his students.

Huang Yingying obeyed the instructions obediently, like a student who was willing to learn humbly.

However, she knew nothing about these unfamiliar things, and once she did something wrong or badly, Zhao Zixuan would slap her cruelly on the chest.

The sound produced is extremely loud.

Like a loud, trembling slap in the face.

of course.

Some people also call it "evil light".

Half an hour later, Zhao Zixuan was so excited that he couldn't help but hum.

At this moment, the office door was suddenly pushed open, and a beautiful figure walked in lightly.

After discovering that there was someone in the office, she quickly turned around, closed the door, and then slipped out like a frightened little rabbit.

"who is it?"

Huang Yingying was startled. She heard someone entering the office, but because her back was facing the door, she couldn't see who the person was.

"Your sister." Zhao Zixuan responded frankly. To him, Huang Youwei was not an outsider.

You see it, you see it, no big deal.

Moreover, Huang Youwei's timely appearance just now unexpectedly helped Zhao Zixuan a lot, otherwise he would not have been able to act so quickly.

Thinking back to the scene just now and Huang Youwei's surprised and delighted look, the feeling of excitement is simply unforgettable.

Zhao Zixuan was so intoxicated that he even wanted to do it again. (End of this chapter)