Magnate Tycoon: How Did Simply Enjoying Life Make Me a Male God?-Chapter 620 - 425: Conflict

Zhang Fuqiang walked out of the meeting room, his tie slung crookedly around his neck. He casually adjusted it and headed toward the lobby on the first floor, mentally preparing for the dinner party he'd be attending later.

He had just reached the entrance of the lobby and was about to head towards the parking lot when a black Audi slowly approached from a distance.

His expression slightly shifted, and he instinctively glanced at the license plate, a hint of surprise flickering in his eyes. He quickly regained his composure and unconsciously quickened his pace, walking towards the car.

As soon as the car stopped, Zhang Fuqiang quickened his steps, his face filled with a warm smile, and reached out to open the rear car door.

A middle-aged man with a shiny bald head leaned against the car door and stepped out, his gaze swept over Zhang Fuqiang, revealing a hint of surprise: "What are you doing here?"

Zhang Fuqiang immediately straightened his posture, the sycophantic smile on his face growing even wider: "Ah, President Huang, what a coincidence! I was just upstairs discussing new props for the play with the assistant directors, and here I bump into you as soon as I come down!"

As he spoke, he swiftly took a stack of documents from Huang Shi's hand and skillfully removed the dark grey coat draped over the other's arm, as if he were Huang Shi's personal assistant.

After tidying up the items, he followed closely behind Huang Shi, returning to the building.

Huang Shi seemed accustomed to Zhang Fuqiang's eagerness, letting him carry the items, and casually asked as they walked:

"Are the props and scene arrangements all set up?"

Zhang Fuqiang slightly hunched his back and jogged to keep up with Huang Shi's pace, nodding repeatedly:

"President Huang, you can rest easy! Our team has been in this business for years; the props and venue have been perfectly arranged, ensuring there won't be any problems!"

As he spoke, he patted his chest in assurance. Glancing around to see no one else was nearby, he leaned in and lowered his voice:

"President Huang, about the refund for this prop rental, we've prepared two percent for you..."

Before he could finish, Huang Shi raised his hand to interrupt, his tone cool: "Don't talk about such things here."

Zhang Fuqiang hurriedly appeased him with a smile, nodding and bowing: "Yes, yes! I was foolish to bring it up here. Don't take it to heart!"

The two then took the elevator straight to the upper floors.

Once in the office, Huang Shi hadn't even had time to sit down before Zhang Fuqiang expertly grabbed the nearby kettle, quickly making tea, as if Huang Shi's most attentive secretary.

As soon as Huang Shi settled at the desk, Zhang Fuqiang hurriedly ran forward to present the freshly brewed tea.

In the office, the Yixing teapot was emitting steam as the bald-headed Huang Shi raised the white porcelain cup, taking a sip of the freshly brewed Wuyi Yancha, the rich aroma unfolding between his lips and teeth.

Just then, the door was knocked upon, and the graying temples of Wu Bo stepped in, his gaze sweeping the room and clearly showing surprise upon seeing Zhang Fuqiang waiting inside.

Zhang Fuqiang's face instantly lit up with an enthusiastic smile, stepping forward with a loud voice: "Director Wu! It's been so long since we last met!"

Before finishing his sentence, he turned around and took out two beautifully packaged boxes of tea from a black crocodile leather briefcase.

The dark brown sandalwood tea boxes were adorned with ancient and elegant patterns, the corners embossed with "2018 Mother Tree Da Hong Pao," indicating their high value just from the exquisite packaging.

He respectfully placed one box on Huang Shi's desk before quickly handing the other to Wu Bo, his smile growing deeper: "Director Wu, I've gone through great lengths to acquire this fine tea from Wuyi Mountain for you, you simply must accept it!"

Wu Bo took the tea box, his gaze resting on the embossed lettering, slightly furrowing his brows as he tried to decline: "This tea is too luxurious. I don't usually drink tea much, leaving it with me would be a waste, you better take it back."

Zhang Fuqiang quickly waved his hands, his face earnest: "Don't say that, Director Wu! Such good tea would be squandered in my hands!"

"You're the connoisseur, only you can appreciate the true flavor of this tea; it wouldn't be a waste with you!"

Seeing Wu Bo still intending to decline, Huang Shi, seated at the executive chair, lightly waved his hand, his tone casual:

"Old Wu, just accept it. It's nothing particularly valuable, you can use it to entertain guests at home."

Hearing the producer's words, Wu Bo finally ceased refusing, placing the tea box on the nearby coffee table.

Afterward, Wu Bo gathered his thoughts, ready to report back to Huang Shi, his gaze unintentionally landing on Zhang Fuqiang, the words swallowed back, his expression somewhat hesitant.

Meanwhile, Zhang Fuqiang had already keenly sensed Wu Bo's intention for him to leave but feigned ignorance, maintaining his full smile while occasionally fiddling with the teaware on the table.

Huang Shi saw this, understandingly smiled, waved a large hand, "Old Wu, just say what you have."

"Fuqiang is our crew's prop supplier and an important partner, unless it's something particularly confidential, there's no need to hide it from him."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fuqiang seemed to finally realize, hurriedly acting as if he'd had a sudden revelation, somewhat apologetically saying:

"Oh! I almost forgot, you must have important matters to discuss! Should I step out into the corridor and wait until you're finished discussing?"

As he spoke, he motioned toward the door.

Wu Bo quickly raised his hand to stop him, speaking up:

"Never mind, it's fine. Actually, what you're in charge of—costumes and props—are somewhat related to what I have to say, so you should hear it too."