CH 4

How exactly does one act like a bossy CEO?

Murong Jihua was really worried at first that the fake CEO that he is will be completely destroyed in the brutal and oftentimes lethal war between capitals and businesses that more often than not end in an ugly manner;

Since he was just a simple STEM student, completely foreign to the studies of commerce.

Should he go reapply for a Bachelor of Commerce course specialising in Finance?

And choose some noble etiquettes course as an elective?

Until one day, when he realised that the Murong family has a whole cohort of soldiers at about ten million strong——

Thus he is no longer worried.

If nothing else, Earth’s history has proven this fact countless times:

One with a very tough military backing, certainly can afford to take a very tough stance.

Just like how the main plot of a romance novel will never revolve around actual commercial competition.

His job, actually, inexplicably, really, only just involves making time to sign off those contracts worth tens to hundreds of millions.

Playing with the prismatic Royal bank card that is crystalline in his hands with a stupid face is our Murong Jihua, dissing internally inside:

With this strength under their belts and somehow the Murong family is still keeping to themselves without rebelling or overthrowing others,

They sure are a family with no material desires, huh.

In front of the mirror, Murong Jihua is working on today’s allocated portion of CEO practice——

“Woman, you are playing with fire.”

“You little irresistible fae.”

“I am yet to experience being rejected in my entire life. Very well, you certainly have my attention.”

“It’s getting cold. Let’s have the Wang family business go bust.”

“…”

“No no no, this facial expression looks a little over-the-top. The cold and distant character archetype would be at risk.”

“Is this how you do a princess-carry?

The head of the maids, Sophia, who was chased out of the door, has this to say,

“The boss today must again be dedicating his whole self to the corporation’s development. I can scarcely imagine the harsh toil it must have on him after locking himself inside the office working without interruption for so long.”

Occasionally, Murong Jihua would ponder more philosophical questions.

Why do girls like the ‘bossy CEO’ settings?

Because they’re handsome and rich?

Then why didn’t something like ‘the Bossy Mayor Falls in Love with Me’ catch on instead of ‘the Bossy CEO Falls in Love with Me’?

Why did the Heavens pick me, for that matter?

Just because my handsomeness transcends the boundary between human and deity?

Whenever he thinks of these questions, Murong Jihua would remember to give himself a big slap on the face in time:

What will happen, will happen.

What will occur, cannot be avoided.

Today, the weather is good, with rolling, pleasing clouds and warm, gentle rays of sunshine.

The sky is not exactly bleak nor is the land exactly blighted.

Murong Jihua, bored in the middle of the night, as if led by the strings of fate, goes out the door and turns left. He was going to take a stroll to remember the past and look towards the future.

When an invitation letter made of solid gold, with exactly 772 diamond purples encrusted within, stops him in his tracks.

“A late night tea party?”

This strange, mysterious phrase that evokes nothing but the thought of lolitas is already beyond the understanding of the morally upstanding, properly raised straight Earthian Yan Jihua, thus he stops, and asks the butler clad in black, who was following closely behind him.

“Is there anything special about it?”

“Yes, shaoye, please listen carefully——

The nightly tea party is coming to town, and all the rich and famous are down;

Yet it looks more like a marketplace, and all can be on sale in this space;

All the exotic are on display, and so are targets for bouquet;

To hear the tale for this year, do lean in and lend me your ear.

Murong Jihua “…”

Butler Cui’s gentle voice, broken down by vibrating air molecules, and transmitted and reassembled into Murong Jihua’s ears, goes thusly:

“People are on sale.”

People.

Great. This realm is certainly strange and mystifying. The law probably doesn’t even exist here.

Murong Jihua has a feeling that, the story progression will soon no longer read 0%.