FOBTS CH15

Song Ruochen had just finished cursing with satisfaction. When he looked up, he saw Jian Yuheng.

Song Ruochen: “System…”

[Your 1,000 yuan salary has been converted into a 1-second rewind coin.]

Ding.

“What kind of attitude is that?” One second earlier, President Yan had fiercely grabbed at his arm.

Song Ruochen tilted his body, causing the other party to grab empty air.

“Please behave yourself,” Song Ruochen said coldly.

“Get over here!” President Yan angrily raised his hand.

Song Ruochen couldn’t dodge in time, and the words “I’m your dad” almost slipped out again.

“Yan Fen.” A leisurely voice sounded. “What are you doing?”

A tall alpha stepped forward and stood between the two.

Yan Fen froze for a moment. “Second Young Master Jian, I’m disciplining…a subordinate.”

“A subordinate? Secretary Song is not your subordinate. In the same group, in terms of rank, Secretary Song is your equal,” Jian Yuheng said. “If you have any complaints about someone from the head office, you can bring it up with me or Jian Feng. There’s no need to trouble Secretary Song.”

No matter how displeased he was, Secretary Song was from the head office and part of this trip. Yan Fen bullying Song Ruochen was effectively an affront to him, the superior from the head office.

“Huh?” Yan Fen was so shocked he stammered, “This… this is Secretary Song?”

“Yes!” Song Ruochen’s face remained icy cold.

Yan Fen was dumbfounded. The legendary Secretary Song from the head office, who only answered to the president, was known for being low-key. There were very few photos of him circulating, and Yan Fen had never paid attention.

No one had told him that the “tool man” could look this good.

Could the little celebrity he’d hired to handle things even compare to this level?

“My apologies, Secretary Song,” Yan Fen said awkwardly. “I mistook you for someone else.”

“Mistaking your own dad—are you blind or what?” Song Ruochen thought to himself.

“It’s fine,” Song Ruochen said aloud. “It’s getting late. President Jian is already in the private room. Everyone, please prepare to take your seats.”Secretary Song kept a cold face as he took a step forward and glanced at Jian Yuheng.

“Second Young Master, aren’t you leaving?” Song Ruochen asked.

Second Young Master: “…”

Perfect, a secretary who needs GPS for this short distance.

“Follow me,” Jian Yuheng said.

President Yan of the branch office was a shrewd man. Realizing his earlier behavior had been somewhat rude, he tried to strike up a conversation with Secretary Song to ease the tension and test the waters.

“Secretary Song, you were involved in last year’s acquisition of Yun’ang TV. I’d like to ask you about some of the details,” President Yan said.

Song Ruochen: “Mm.”

“In Contract C097, how did you handle the acquisition of the company’s employees?” President Yan asked.

Song Ruochen: “Ah.”

President Yan: “…”

“Secretary Song…” Yan Fen tried again with difficulty.

Song Ruochen: “Oh.”

Yan Fen was losing his mind.

Was there anyone normal to communicate with at the head office?

This aloof NPC-like secretary was impossible to talk to.

And Second Young Master Jian, where had his mind wandered off to? How could he laugh with a “ha” at such a serious business question?

He could only hope President Jian was a normal person.

Song Ruochen “mm-ed” his way to the private room, where he finally enjoyed some peace and quiet.

“So annoying,” he said to the system. “I didn’t understand a single word.”

[Neither did I~]

[The illiterate system and his illiterate host~]

“Who’s illiterate?!” Song Ruochen retorted. “I’m a college graduate.“

“But next time, you could grab a high schooler to transmigrate into a book,” Song Ruochen suggested. “Especially one who just finished the college entrance exams—they’re at their sharpest!“

[Alright, we’ll try that next time!]

Song Ruochen sat between First and Second Young Master Jian, secretly pulling out his phone to check his earnings for the night.

The 50,000 yuan transfer from Jian Feng had somehow become 49,000 yuan.

Song Ruochen: “…Ugh.”

Jian Yuheng had just settled into his seat when he heard the omega beside him mutter, “One ‘I’m your dad’ costs 1,000.”

Jian Yuheng: “?”

Costs 1,000?

So Song Grape’s rewind time could be purchased with money?

Did Song Ruochen really spend 1,000 yuan to retract an “I’m your dad”?

Which meant that even if his rewind time ran out, it was still possible to buy more?

The branch office dinner was set for 7:00 p.m. At 6:59, the private room door was knocked on twice, and two Omega youths entered.

“I’m not late, am I?” one of them said.

It wasn’t a question—it was a statement.

Wait.

Omega youths?

Song Ruochen glanced at First Young Master Jian beside him.

“Secretary Song, what’s wrong?” Jian Feng asked, sensing his gaze.

Song Ruochen: “Your calamity has arrived.”

Jian Feng: “?”

Across the table, members of the branch office management exchanged glances.

“President Yan, is it handled?” someone asked.

“We’ve hit a tiny snag,” Yan Fen said. “Let’s try starting with Jian Feng later.”

“Got it,” the subordinate replied. “We’ll get him drunk first, then persuade him to downplay the recent issues in the collaboration.”

“Alright,” Yan Fen agreed.

He looked up again, directly across at Secretary Song.

Secretary Song was pouring tea for his two superiors, his slender fingers gracefully handling the gray teapot. His movements were skilled and elegant.

Then there was Second Young Master Jian. Hmm, Second Young Master had taken the teapot.

“Are you planning to drink straight from the pot?” Song Ruochen asked.

Jian Yuheng paused and replied, “I’ll do it myself. No need to trouble Secretary Song.”

After all, his legs seemed to be saying they didn’t want any more tea.

The ever-attentive Song Ruochen firmly placed the teacup in front of Jian Feng.

The dinner with the branch office officially began. As the branch office representative, Yan Fen exchanged a few pleasantries and initiated his plan.

“President Jian,” Yan Fen began, “the branch office has made some mistakes in its recent work. On behalf of the entire management team, I’d like to apologize to you.”

After speaking, he stood up and signaled his subordinate to pour Jian Feng a drink.

“President Jian,” Yan Fen said, “I propose a toast to you.”

Jian Feng nodded and was about to raise his glass.

A hand reached out and snatched his glass away.

“President Yan,” Song Ruochen began, blocking the drink. “Madam doesn’t allow President Jian to drink. I’ll drink on his behalf.”

Yan Fen: “…”

This NPC had a “block-drink” function too?

Fine, they’d start with Secretary Song. After all, they had more people. They’d toast him one by one until he was down, then go after Jian Feng.

“Alright,” Yan Fen said. “Secretary Song, let me offer you an apology first.”

Jian Yuheng: “?”

Jian Yuheng: “…”

Jian Yuheng suddenly felt a little sweaty.

He didn’t want to continue this absurdity.

“Secretary Song,” Yan Fen said, pouring a drink, “here.”

The wine smelled amazing. Song Ruochen’s mouth watered. The branch office was rich—this wine seemed even better than the last one.

Song Ruochen picked up the glass, ready to drink—

Smack. A hand landed on the back of his hand, and the glass was snatched away again.

Song Ruochen: “Huh?”

“President Yan,” Jian Yuheng stood up. “I’ll drink on Secretary Song’s behalf.”

Jian Yuheng: “President Yan, I’d also like an apology.”

Yan Fen: “?”

Assistant Gong, who was gnawing on a pig’s trotter: “???”

What was going on? Pass-the-parcel…with wine? And they hadn’t even called him yet.

A professional assistant excelled at handling emergencies. Assistant Gong’s eyes darted around as he released the pig’s trotter from his mouth and snatched the glass from Jian Yuheng’s hand.

“President Yan,” Assistant Gong said, waving. “Over here.”

Yan Fen: “…”

Yan Fen: “…………”