Chapter 786: Chapter 305: The Disparities of the Human World (Request for Monthly Tickets)
It was five thirty in the afternoon.
The Audi was cruising along the Third Ring Road in Beidou, with Zhou Wang sitting in the back seat, chatting on the phone with Jiang Mo.
“You really don’t want to go, huh? I heard they hired chefs from the state guesthouse and even a real celebrity to perform. Plus, there’s that amazing pianist. What was their name again? Oh, whatever, you probably wouldn’t care about that anyway… All right then, focus on your rehearsal. I’ll come find you if I get done early…”
Sitting beside him, Jiang Qingkui listened silently, a complex expression flashing in her eyes.
It was rare to see Zhou Wang being so gentle, given his usual demeanor. He might not have noticed it himself, but he was struggling to keep his smile in check…
Soon, Zhou Wang hung up the call and casually asked Jiang Qingkui, “You’re really not going?”
“You know I’m not interested in these kinds of events, and I’m a bit worried too.”
“Worried about what?”
“These gatherings of young masters like you—there might be a lot of girls there, right? If I tag along thoughtlessly, I might ruin your mood, Mr. Zhou…”
Jiang Qingkui chuckled lightly.
Zhou Wang rolled his eyes, and with a “smack,” slapped his palm on Jiang Qingkui’s stocking-clad thigh. Before the surprised Jiang Qingkui could react, Zhou Wang had already leaned back, resting his head on her lap.
“Stop being so sarcastic. If you’re not going, then don’t. I’m gonna nap a bit. Wake me when we get to the hotel.”
Jiang Qingkui was almost fuming.
Pleading with Sister Jiang Mo was all gentle and patient, but rolling your eyes at me, is that it?
Of course, what annoyed Jiang Qingkui the most was that she had just told Zhou Wang earlier in the office to keep things respectful between them. Judging by Zhou Wang’s expression then, Jiang Qingkui thought he had taken it to heart…
But how long had it been, really? Here Zhou Wang was again.
The recurrence of mouth ulcers isn’t as fast as you!
But looking at Zhou Wang with his eyes closed, seemingly a bit weary, Jiang Qingkui swallowed her irritation.
Fine, fine. He probably had a long day today. Let’s tolerate it this once…
But knowing Zhou Wang’s personality, if she indulged him this time, he would definitely push his luck next time.
A fierce battle went on in Jiang Qingkui’s mind. Before she had even decided whether to tug at her skirt or something, Zhou Wang suddenly spoke.
“Let’s organize a recruitment event or something…”
“What kind of staff are we hiring?”
When it came to work matters, Jiang Qingkui quickly halted her wild thoughts and asked seriously.
“Hire two assistants for yourself, and get one for Qianqian as well. Also, we need a backup driver, right? Yingzi needs breaks from time to time. And for other administrative, financial, and such positions, do what you see fit… Additionally, reach out to a headhunting firm and scout for some professional managers. I’m planning to start grouping most of my businesses under Wangzhou Culture.”
Zhou Wang was not just acting on a whim.
With Xu Wenqian and Jiang Qingkui getting busier, and the ever-increasing number of ventures under his belt, staffing expansion was inevitable. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs noᴠelfire.net
Moreover, for ventures like Magic City Pinghe School, Magic City Jiahui Hospital, where he only held shares, he still wanted to place his own people.
At this, Jiang Qingkui’s expression turned serious. Zhou Wang wasn’t talking about minor matters. She knew well that the businesses under Zhou Wang were incredibly vast and varied: hospitals, schools, hotels, and he recently acquired shares in an internet unicorn company.
Urgently pressing was the Miao Village development project, which might see a total investment exceeding ten billion.
Relying solely on herself, Jiang Qingkui was indeed stretched too thin.
“Okay, I’ll draft a plan first and submit it for your review.”
“And one more thing.”
After Jiang Qingkui solemnly acknowledged, Zhou Wang spoke again.
Thinking that Zhou Wang had another serious task to assign, Jiang Qingkui involuntarily straightened up, tensing her leg muscles, making Zhou Wang feel so comfortable he almost hummed.
Yet, to avoid alarming her, Zhou Wang held back and casually mentioned:
“Do you have any wishes?”
Jiang Qingkui was puzzled by how Zhou Wang had suddenly jumped topics. She seemed momentarily lost, not knowing how to respond.
“Take your time. Let me know once you’ve thought it through… But this is a task, so don’t forget.”
Zhou Wang didn’t rush her. The last time, Miao Ying’s three wishes had been quite a surprise to Zhou Wang. He hoped Jiang Qingkui could come up with something equally impressive—
The car pulled up to the Waldorf Courtyard Hotel, where the hairstylist contacted by Xiaodai was already waiting in the courtyard.
Had it not been a rush, Zhou Wang might have flown over that celebrity hairstylist, Zhang Junfeng, to Beidou to service him. After all, though pricey, Zhang’s cuts were indeed great and never left Zhou Wang feeling like he had made a mistake.
The hairstylist Xiaodai arranged looked decent enough, though—around thirty, clean-cut, and accompanied by a pretty young assistant. It reminded Zhou Wang somewhat of that Shell girl from Ming City.
He never did get the chance to appreciate her tattoo…
First, with the help of Yun Lan and Yun Rou, he soaked in a bath. Then, wearing a bathrobe, Zhou Wang lounged on an old rattan chair in the courtyard as the hairstylist, who Xiaodai said had served many celebrities, began wielding his scissors.
While his hair was being trimmed, Zhou Wang let his consciousness drift into the system interface.