Why is This Troublemaker So Damn Rich?

He'd made a last-minute request to add this lounge area while the renovation blueprints were being drawn up. Since it didn't conform to the brand's design requirements, it took a long time to negotiate.

Of course, the brand's corporate office meant well. Rent in a top-tier mall like this was astronomical. You rent a space to make sales, but instead, you were turning it into a lounge. It was the act of a profligate.

But Yang Hui insisted. He wanted to experiment. While ensuring the store remained profitable, he wanted to find ways to enhance the customer experience and improve employee compensation. He wanted to see if such a business could grow, and how far it could go. In any case, the profit from this enterprise wasn't his main source of income.

He made much, much more money by clearing dungeons at his day job.

"Zhu Jing, lie down on the massage chair. Give it a try and tell me what you think."

Not suspecting a thing, she lay down on the massage chair. As it started, the back reclined, the leg rest rose, and she was lifted into position.

She happened to be wearing an A-line skirt, and the new position left her completely exposed, giving Yang Hui quite the view. Suddenly, she felt a burning sensation on her inner thigh. When she looked, she saw Yang Hui staring intently. Instantly mortified, she tugged at the hem of her skirt.

"Ahem, ahem. Is it comfortable?"

The massage function had already started, and Zhu Jing let out a comfortable hum of approval.

He walked up to her and shook his head. "It's a bit of a shame."

"A shame about what?"

"This chair only massages the back and butt. It can't massage the upper thighs... like here... and here."

Zhu Jing's eyes were squeezed shut, but the blush spreading from her cheeks to the base of her ears, along with her trembling body, revealed the turmoil within her.

'He's not just talking, he's touching me!'

As he said, "like here," his hand caressed her thigh, sending a novel, thrilling shiver through her.

'Thank god I'm wearing safety shorts, or I'd die of embarrassment... Oh my god, why is his hand going inside my shorts now? This is so humiliating!'

As the chair had reclined, the hem of her grass-green A-line skirt had slid up to the very top of her thighs, revealing over ten centimeters of skin that glowed like a pearl in the soft light of the VIP lounge. Yang Hui's fingertips traveled along the area just above her knee, the silk skirt rustling faintly against her skin.

The lounge was silent. Zhu Jing kept her eyes closed, as if savoring the pleasure of the massage. Her body quivered intermittently, and the air grew thick with unspoken suggestion.

Yang Hui's hand, already inside her safety shorts, suddenly reached its destination. Zhu Jing's eyes snapped open, her body instantly going rigid.

His hand felt as if it had been pricked, and a jolt went through him. Just as he was about to try and smooth over that "prickly" response, he heard voices from outside. It sounded like a group of people had entered the store. He knew it was Yang Na and the others, and—his girlfriend, Shen Meng.

He quickly pulled his hand out. Zhu Jing scrambled to her feet, simultaneously returning the massage chair to its upright position.

Just as they got everything in order, the door was pushed open. "You could at least let us know you're here, Boss."

Yang Na's voice preceded her. She came in, followed by the lovely Shen Meng.

The two women had different reactions to seeing Zhu Jing. Yang Na, who was well aware of his tendencies, took one look at Zhu Jing's flushed face and snorted inwardly. 'Just how many women is he going to lead on?'

Shen Meng greeted Zhu Jing. The two of them had known of each other before but had barely interacted.

Zhu Jing already knew Shen Meng worked here, so she wasn't surprised. After a moment of small talk, Zhu Jing offered to go out and help them arrange the displays.

The staff were all hard at work. Feeling it was inappropriate to stay in the lounge for long, Yang Na and Shen Meng left Yang Hui there by himself and went out to help stock the shelves and adjust the displays.

「Futong Commerce」

Inside the general manager's office, Dan Biao sat across from him, meek and subservient.

"You couldn't close the deal? They wouldn't agree? Ah, Xiaodan, you really need to step up your game. You can't even handle a local project like Wanlong Square? And we weren't asking for much, just fifty vouchers. A company as big as ours, and they won't even show us that little bit of respect?"

"You don't expect me to personally call Old Jia, do you? To ask him for a favor worth a few thousand yuan? Next time I have to repay that favor, I might have to commit to opening a whole new store, sinking millions into the investment. That's why, as the boss, I can't just go around calling in favors. Do you understand?"

"It's a pity. Here at Futong Commerce, besides me, you're all a bunch of useless fools. Not a single one of you is worth a damn. Oh, wait, Yang Hui is okay, but that's only because of my personal connection to him. He's still not mature enough, needs more training."

Dan Biao kept his head bowed. He had screwed up today, so he had to stand at attention and take his licks. He had no choice. But he scoffed at Li Yang's words. 'What nonsense about repaying a favor with a million-yuan investment. If the store wasn't a good deal, would you invest in it? You have plenty of opportunities to repay favors. The truth is, you just don't want to get involved personally, or you're afraid you won't be able to handle it and will lose face.'

"So, what's your solution? This won't work, that won't work. I've pointed out so many paths for you, but you're all too useless to take them. With you being like this... and I was planning on grooming you to be the next general manager. How could I possibly feel safe entrusting all this to you? A whole family depends on you for their livelihood. Aren't you just setting us up for disaster?"

'Groom me to be general manager? Please. You've told that to countless people. You're the sole owner—what do you need a professional GM for? Could you even trust one?'

"Boss, we will work hard to improve our operational management skills. We'll rely on our retail fundamentals to increase performance and strive to reach 400,000 in monthly sales."

Li Yang leaned back in his executive chair, lit a cigarette, and sneered through the swirling smoke. "Empty words. Bullshit. Seems to me the only thing you guys improve is your ability to talk. I'm warning you, that 400,000-a-month sales target isn't something you 'strive' for. It's something you 'must' complete. If you fail, you can 'bring me your heads.'"

"Alright, get out."

After speaking, he noticed Dan Biao was still sitting there, not moving a muscle. "Is there something else?" he asked.

Dan Biao was at his wits' end. That damn Yang Hui was a real troublemaker. The Airex consumer subsidy voucher promotion he'd negotiated at Wanlong International was supposed to start tomorrow, which meant the paperwork had to be finalized today. But since he wasn't in the office, he'd called Dan Biao to run the approval process for him. 'Isn't this just screwing me over?' The problem was, as the Director of the Operations Department, he couldn't exactly refuse. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and bring the approval request to Li Yang.

"Boss, Yang Hui has an approval form that needs your signature."

Seeing his nervous expression, Li Yang's heart gave a lurch. 'What kind of stunt is that troublemaker Yang Hui pulling now?' He took the form from Dan Biao's hand, feeling suspicious. He glanced at it once, then his eyes widened in disbelief and he read it a second time.

"Xiaodan, what the hell is this? Try explaining this to me one more time."

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