"Try again..."
"Once more."
After repeating several times, Zhou Wang finally felt satisfied.
At this moment, Miao Ying had her back to him, still tugging at the hem of her shirt. Zhou Wang was moved and directly pulled her tool belt up as well.
At the end of her back’s curve, on that deadly three-foot waist, the two small, cute whirlpools that seemed capable of sucking one’s soul in were exposed...
Due to the previous movement, there appeared a tiny, mysterious gap below the whirlpools.
Even though there was nothing particularly revealing, this figure crafted by Nuwa’s own hands, imbued with primal beauty, was full of a tension that stirred the soul.
The slightly trembling bronze skin seemed to lure Zhou Wang to become an explorer of the deep ravine, to tear off that needless cover, to... catch a glimpse of the ultimate.
Just as Zhou Wang’s breathing became subconsciously heavy and his hand instinctively rose, a knock on the door interrupted.
"Mr. Zhou, the assistant director called and said we could go have dinner..."
Outside, came Yun Rou’s voice.
This jolted the two inside the room back to reality. Miao Ying hastily let go of the shirt she had been holding up and stood there a bit flustered.
Zhou Wang, however, seemed alright. After all, Yun Rou couldn’t just barge in, but after coming back to his senses, he also felt he might have gone a bit too far just now.
Mainly because, although Miao Ying was nervous, she gave no indication of stopping him, which undeniably magnified his wickedness.
Shaking his head, Zhou Wang called towards the door, "Got it."
After dismissing Yun Rou, Zhou Wang didn’t explain what just happened, knowing that it would only make Miao Ying more embarrassed. It was only then that he remembered there was still a package on the table...
Gesturing for Miao Ying to sit down as well, Zhou Wang picked up the opened package. After removing the outer packaging, a finely crafted metal box was revealed.
Opening the box, he found a stack of business cards wrapped in a soft cloth layer.
A thirty-centimeter-long box, yet it held only ten business cards.
This was precisely what Zhou Wang realized he would need for social interactions, so he asked Jiang Qingkui to help custom-make these high-end business cards.
This "high-end" wasn’t just talk; Jiang Qingkui also had Xu Wenqian find channels in Magic City. It took almost half a month of all-handmade efforts. It wasn’t until yesterday that the first batch of ten samples was hurriedly delivered to Zhou Wang.
The design fee for this business card alone cost five figures.
Comparing it with the design draft he had seen beforehand, Zhou Wang picked up a card with a dark red tone. After examining it, he handed it to Miao Ying and asked with a smile, "What do you think?"
"This business card... has such a weight."
Miao Ying, at this point, temporarily forgot the earlier incident and curiously took the card, instinctively voicing her first impression.
Having been a professional racer before and participated in various events, Miao Ying had seen plenty of business cards, but one as unique as Zhou Wang’s was rare.
Firstly, it was an unusual folding design. Secondly, the material of the card was not paper but solid metal, providing a substantial feel when held.
The mirrored design elevated the texture of the card even further, and the rose gold glow that subtly shimmered in the sunset was particularly eye-catching.
(Rose Gold Business Card - Effect Reference Image)
"Of course, it has weight. Besides being made of metal, the entire surface of the card is plated with genuine rose gold, 75% gold, 25% copper..." Zhou Wang laughed, "Meaning, if you were to melt this card down, you’d get approximately 3 grams of gold, which you could sell for money."
"Huh?"
Miao Ying’s lips parted slightly.
Doesn’t that mean making one such card costs at least 2000 yuan?
Is this... really a business card you can casually hand out?