Cheng Qing laughed, "Basically, it’s about... whether our club can collaborate with the officials to hold an event, kind of like promoting the visibility of Yi County."
Hearing this, Zhou Wang and Zhang Zhiyuan immediately understood.
Isn’t this just the ’City Supercar Carnival’!
Zhang Zhiyuan seemed intrigued, as these things were often a win-win situation. The city could increase its visibility, and the Super Car Club could boost its reputation through official promotion...
For the newly established Number 77 Super Car Club, events like this were more than welcome.
Moreover, the timing and circumstances were right, considering that they had more than twenty cars there at once, which wasn’t easy to gather on a regular day...
"Brother Dog, what do you think?"
"You’re the head of the club, why are you asking me... but I have no objections, as long as it doesn’t take too long."
"My dad said it might just take half a day."
"Then it’s settled!"
Zhang Zhiyuan immediately made the decision, "Cheng Qing, let Uncle Cheng know, and I’ll contact him again tomorrow morning."
"Got it!"
After the discussion was settled, they continued to drink.
Xu Wenqian also drank a little red wine, spending most of her time quietly serving Zhou Wang food, looking like a dutiful little wife, much to the envy of Tang Yiming and the others.
They weren’t lacking in female company, but there wasn’t any woman who looked at them with such eyes.
Some things couldn’t be acted out truly, or rather, they just weren’t charismatic enough to have a woman willing to act it out for them...
Midway, Zhou Wang received a video call from Jiang Qingkui.
He walked out, lit a cigarette, and, facing the refreshing night breeze of Yi County, slowly answered the call.
"Mr. Zhou, are you still sober?"
In the video call, Jiang Qingkui was dressed in a black lady’s suit, her hair tied up, with a smooth jawline, looking both beautiful and competent.
Xu Wenqian likely had already messaged her on WeChat, so she was well-informed about Zhou Wang’s activities.
She was walking, with her ’Bear Two’ jiggling slightly, and from the camera angle, there was a glimpse of enticing whiteness at the shirt collar.
Sister’s whiteness wasn’t just white, it was a tiny hint of deadly charm...
A bit buzzed from the alcohol, Zhou Wang’s mind wandered aimlessly, but his expression remained the same, "I’m fine, didn’t drink much."
"Just to report, all nine floors of the vacant space in Linlan International have been rented out, with an average monthly rent of sixty-five thousand per floor, and the payment options include quarterly and annual payments... Also, regarding Dianwang Club, I’ve personally greeted the more important clients..."
Zhou Wang silently smoked, half-listening to Jiang Qingkui’s report absent-mindedly.
"...Should I unbutton another button?"
"Sure."
Zhou Wang responded instinctively to Jiang Qingkui’s question, then realized something was off, only to see Jiang Qingkui on the screen, pursing her lips and looking at him, half-smiling.
What startled Zhou Wang further was that, after their brief eye contact, Jiang Qingkui actually raised a hand to unbutton her shirt.
"Never mind, you’re still outside... Argh, I mean, what kind of person do you take me for?"
Zhou Wang scolded unhappily.
"You’re my boss, of course, I have to follow you."
Jiang Qingkui chuckled lightly, then explained, "It’s fine, I’m in the underground parking, just about to get in the car."
"Are you serious?"
Zhou Wang immediately perked up.
"Mr. Zhou, why don’t we make a bet?"
By now, Jiang Qingkui had sat in her Parme, with the red interior mysteriously enhancing the ambiance in the dim light.
"What kind of bet?"
"Just guess... whether I’m wearing anything underneath."
Jiang Qingkui placed her phone on a holder, smiling calmly, "If you guess right, you can tell me how many buttons to unbutton, but if you guess wrong, there’ll be no reward at all!"
Wow, is this Schrodinger’s undergarment or what?
The catch for Zhou Wang was that he didn’t seem to lose anything even if he guessed wrong...
Exciting!
For a moment, Zhou Wang couldn’t help but focus all his attention on Jiang Qingkui, and later, he confidently gave his answer:
"I guess you’re wearing!"
"Mr. Zhou, you guessed wrong."
Jiang Qingkui laughed.
"Impossible, you must be wearing, otherwise, how could there be no markings?"
Zhou Wang was very doubtful and readily offered his reasoning.
"I’m not wearing."
Jiang Qingkui shook her head, "Only an anti-peeping sticker, which shouldn’t count, right?"
"I don’t believe it unless you prove it."
Zhou Wang shook his head.
"But you didn’t guess right, how can I prove it? If you had guessed right, that would be easy."
"Well, I don’t care, since you proposed the bet, theoretically you should provide evidence, right, Qingkui... you’re a law student, surely you understand this, don’t you?"
Zhou Wang shrugged. He might have been swayed by the alcohol earlier, following Jiang Qingkui’s lead, but he had come around by now.
This woman... she’s testing her "child psychology" on him again!
Just like last time with the steak, she was purely engaging in "mental teasing," aiming to win him over with her charming antics.
He had fallen for it once, how could he fall into the same trap again?
He wanted to see how Jiang Qingkui would break the deadlock.
Jiang Qingkui was silent for a moment, then nodded, "You’re right, I can’t argue with that."
"Then... I guess I’ll prove it, take a good look."
Biting her lip, Jiang Qingkui turned her head slightly, avoiding Zhou Wang’s gaze. While the camera view was a bit blurry, Zhou Wang had a feeling she was probably blushing.