The boss was as receptive to advice as flowing water and, in the blink of an eye, took Zhan Bei Jue to the VIP lounge next door.
Others had a large group of people standing around them, exuding a magnificent aura.
Here, it was just him and the frail Min'er.
The boss asked him what exactly he wanted to do.
Zhan Bei Jue looked at the boss with a calm expression.
"I want to participate in the pursuit game."
Little did he expect that after going through all that trouble, he simply wanted to join the pursuit game.
What did that have to do with him?
This kind of program was purely a solo show; there was no need for team packaging. If he wanted to go, he could. What the hell…
The boss was about to get angry but then thought better of it.
Could it be because he was a foreigner that he was encountering difficulties?
"You don't have the eligibility to register?"
Zhan Bei Jue nodded.
"To be frank, I don't even have my national passport. So, I hope you can help me get the qualifications to participate."
The boss burst out laughing.
He thought you came to depend on me and make money for me.
Instead, you, a stranger, want me to help you register?
Heh!
"What's in it for me?"
"There's plenty," Zhan Bei Jue said.
"I'm confident enough to last until the end and win the prize money. If I win, won't you benefit?"
"Oh, so you're going to dedicate the prize money to me."
Zhan Bei Jue paused for two seconds, placed his hand on the table, and moved it a bit closer to the boss.
"I can give you a million."
"???"
"You don't have to do anything, maybe just make a phone call, use a little influence, and a million will enter your account for nothing. You shouldn't lose out, right?"
He really dared to say anything.
If the boss remembered correctly, the grand prize for this year's game was five million.
Giving him a million?
Was he kidding?
"Why do you think I would agree to this? A mere million, haven't I seen this much money?"
"Of course, you have, because this amount is a drop in the bucket for you. But it's different for us."
Zhan Bei Jue remained calm.
"I'm not going to leave immediately after winning the prize money; I'll be back. Help me once, and you'll not only get a million but also get me. What's not to like?"
He could really talk.
What a beautiful picture he painted.
Anyone else might have been moved by his words, but who was the boss?
"Do you understand the pursuit game? Aren't you being overly confident?"
"How can you be so sure you'll win? If you lose, won't I have helped you for nothing?"
Zhan Bei Jue had clearly thought of a counter-strategy.
"If I lose, this contract will still be valid. I'll sign it when I get back."
"It's just a delay of a hundred days. You'll get me sooner or later. It's a win-win."
Not bad, the kid has some courage.
The boss was successfully persuaded.
"You two go back first. Wait for my reply."
Zhan Bei Jue and Min'er left the boxing gym.
Min'er looked at him with lingering fear.
"Are you really going to participate in that game? It's very difficult, and there are so many experts every year."
"I know."
"...Do you think he will help us?"
"He will. You don't understand businessmen. Not making money when it's right in front of them isn't their style."
"...But you didn't even leave him an address or contact information, in case…"
"Didn't you say he's very powerful in this area? Isn't it easy for him to find us?"
As Zhan Bei Jue had guessed, it turned out to be true.
The next day, as they were working at a restaurant, the boss personally arrived with a group of bodyguards.
The restaurant owner was leisurely watching TV behind the counter.
Suddenly, so many important figures entered, startling him into standing up quickly.
Before he could even greet them, a bodyguard beckoned Zhan Bei Jue with a finger.
"Come here."
Zhan Bei Jue walked over, and the bodyguard pulled out a form from his pocket and handed it to him.
"Let's go, you're going to receive professional training now."
The restaurant owner looked bewildered and surprised.
He looked at them, then at Zhan Bei Jue, not understanding what was happening.
The boxing boss looked at him leisurely.
"I've taken a liking to this person and plan to take him away from here. Do you have any objections?"
The restaurant owner, "..."
Zhan Bei Jue looked at the two men and then opened the paper in his hand to take a look.
"Let me tell my sister. Wait a moment."
Min'er was diligently washing dishes, wearing gloves.
Zhan Bei Jue suddenly thrust the paper in front of her.
"It's done. Min'er, hold on for two more days. When I come back from the competition, I'll pay off all your debts, and you can leave here."
"I'm going for training. I'll talk to you more when I get back tonight."
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On the weekend, Lu Ming Zhe wanted to take Chen Jiao Jiao out, but she refused, saying she was busy.
The past week had been very unpleasant for everyone.
Because Zhou Jin Bei lost her child and divorced Jiang Si Cheng, both families were deeply shocked.
The Jiang family felt as if they had been tricked by the Zhou family, while the Zhou family felt that a major business investment had failed.
Zhou Jin Bei's hospitalization had caused a lot of commotion.
Chen Jiao Jiao also felt depressed standing by.
One day, Zhou Jin Bei asked Chen Jiao Jiao to go to the company to retrieve her forgotten laptop.
Chen Jiao Jiao then took a taxi to the Zhan Corporation headquarters.
Because Zhou Jin Bei had informed them in advance, she smoothly reached the President's office.
Unexpectedly, just as she was taking the computer and preparing to take the elevator downstairs,
She ran into Hu Jia Sheng, who was just taking the elevator up.
Because of Ah Zhong's incident, Chen Jiao Jiao had a very bad opinion of Hu Jia Sheng.
Seeing him, she naturally wasn't in a good mood.
"Oh, a big leader isn't resting on the weekend but is working overtime at the company? So diligent?"
Although he didn't interact with her much, Chen Jiao Jiao's rude remarks every time made Hu Jia Sheng very annoyed.
"No non-company personnel are allowed in the office building. Don't you know the rules? Who gave you the right to come up here?"
Hey, he was trying to control her? Who did he think he was?
"Zhan Bei Jue, you know. You're talking as if the company belongs to you. I can come and go as I please. Are you in charge?"
Chen Jiao Jiao rolled her eyes at him unhappily and stepped forward to get into the elevator.
Hu Jia Sheng was truly choked by her.
"It seems the company's security department needs to be replaced. If they casually let unauthorized personnel in, can they bear the responsibility if something happens?"
It was obvious she was being insinuated, so Chen Jiao Jiao naturally couldn't stand it.
"Something happens? What could happen? What could happen? Don't I look like a good person? Do I look like someone who would come to your company to steal secret documents?"
"Are you deliberately targeting me or just abusing your power? Zhan Bei Jue hasn't said anything, and you want to fire someone? How can you be so brazen?"
"I can't help it. Zhan Bei Jue isn't here now, and I'm acting in his position, so I have this much audacity."
Being constantly retorted by her, Hu Jia Sheng no longer wanted to be polite.
"What are you holding? I advise you to put it back. Otherwise, if something happens to the company, you'll be the first one held responsible."
What a guy!
Acting president, so what? Acting like a big shot with trivial authority, a country bumpkin who's never seen the world!
Chen Jiao Jiao already had a gut full of anger with nowhere to vent, and now she had found the perfect opportunity.