Treasure Hunt: Tycoon's Priceless Runaway Wife-Chapter 757 - 755: Hope You Can Also Satisfy Me (Part 1)
Nuonuo was stirring up all sorts of trouble in Da Bao’s bedroom. Clearly, she was just being her usual coquettish self, chatting with Da Bao, but several times she got Da Bao all worked up.
That silly girl, however, was completely oblivious, yawning contentedly only when she saw it was time and saying she was going back to her room to sleep.
Halfway through, she turned back. With a touch of lazy sensuality, she knelt on one knee by the bed, bent down, and lightly kissed Da Bao on the lips, "Good night, Brother!", then left without turning back under Da Bao’s heated, petrified gaze.
That night, Da Bao felt as if he were in a furnace. Despite gritting his teeth at the little girl’s unwitting teasing, he found it incredibly sweet...
Early the next morning, Da Bao got up at the crack of dawn. While Nuonuo and Little Treasure were still sleeping like logs, he went out with Daddy and Mommy.
First, he went for a round at the Ji Family with his parents, then he went alone to Huagang to visit some old subordinates and two old classmates. At noon, he declined a gracious invitation from a bunch of old subordinates at Huagang and went alone to the magazine office to find Zhang Ziweng.
He didn’t make an appointment in advance, so when Zhang Ziweng, just out of a meeting, saw him, she was clearly surprised.
"Young Master Ji, it’s been a long time!"
Although it had been more than three years since they last met, Ji Dabao is not someone you easily forget. Even if they were just passing ships, he left a unique mark on people’s minds.
"Yes, it has been a while. I was wondering if Miss Zhang has some time. I’d like to treat you to a meal and catch up on some matters regarding my sister Si Han."
Da Bao was still wearing very ordinary casual clothes, fresh and clean like an ordinary college student, but his demeanor carried an undeniable assertiveness and aura.
Zhang Ziweng knew this meal was an elaborate trap but couldn’t find any reason to refuse.
In fact, before her meeting, she had received a call from Ji Sihan.
"Sister Ziweng, my brother has returned to the country. He said he wants to meet you. How about having lunch together tomorrow? Remember to put in a good word for me regarding the endorsement."
Zhang Ziweng didn’t even have time to prepare her draft when this difficult brother showed up a day early, catching her off guard.
Remembering Si Han’s request, Zhang Ziweng swallowed the word "okay" that was on the tip of her tongue, "Young Master Ji, I this afternoon..."
"Miss Zhang, your president called me for an interview. I agreed to see him this afternoon."
In other words, the one responsible for the interview was Zhang Ziweng.
Zhang Ziweng hadn’t finished digesting what Da Bao said when the office phone on her desk rang.
"Ziweng, the Crown Prince of the Ji Family agreed to our afternoon interview. Call him now and see if you can schedule a meal with him."
Zhang Ziweng glanced sideways at Ji Yu sitting in the lounge not far away, "President Chen, isn’t this supposed to be handled by the finance section? I’m with the fashion section..."
While Zhang Ziweng was making her last struggles, President Chen cut her off hastily, "But he doesn’t like the seriousness of the financial section reporters, and I think you’re the only one who can handle this job."
President Chen rattled off a long string over the phone until Zhang Ziweng’s forehead throbbed.
"Alright, alright, President Chen, I’ll take care of it!"
Sitting in the lounge area, Ji Dabao smirked as he watched Zhang Ziweng weakly hang up the call, secretly thinking how Miss Zhang was choosing the hard way over the easy way.
Ten minutes later, the two found themselves seated in a private room of a Chinese restaurant in the building across from the magazine office.
Feeling quite restricted, Zhang Ziweng wanted to take control of the situation and gain some ground, after all, she had promised Si Han to keep Young Master Ji occupied.
"Young Master Ji, why don’t we discuss the interview content as President Chen requested, before the food arrives?"
Da Bao leisurely took out a stack of documents from his backpack and handed them to her.
"Miss Zhang, I’ve already written out the answers to your interview questions. You just need to compile them. As for the photos, I’ve communicated with President Chen that I don’t wish to expose myself too early."
Even though Ji Dabao had been abroad for three years, as the Ji Family’s first successor in line, he could easily draw the public’s attention even without achievements, much less considering the aura he carried that blinded others.
Shocked, Zhang Ziweng accepted the information and carefully read through it from start to finish.
She assumed it would be filled with perfunctory information, but to her surprise, it listed a myriad of common interview questions, with answers that were humorous yet insightful.
From her professional perspective, if this were a star’s interview, ninety percent of those who read it would become fans.
"Young Master Ji, were these questions sent to you by President Chen?"
Zhang Ziweng originally held a dismissive attitude toward this so-called "interview" because she and Ji Yu both knew the main purpose of this meal was actually Ji Sihan, not the interview.
But looking at the interview questions, beyond the usual routine ones, there were also sharp questions regarding privacy. These kinds of questions could only be posed by seasoned, sharp journalists. Yet, given President Chen’s attitude earlier, it was impossible that he would present such potentially offensive questions to Ji Yu.
Still, putting aside the risk of offense, the entire transcript of the interview was exceptionally smooth and excellent. To say it’s more interesting and readable than a star interview is no exaggeration.
As for those sharp questions about privacy, they were answered quite ingeniously.
"No, it was listed in the usual financial interview format. Afraid you might find it dull, I added a few more sensational questions. What, not satisfied?"
Ji Dabao leisurely put down his teacup. Influenced by his mother, he would only drink tea and juice outside, avoiding coffee or alcohol. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺
For anyone else, such habits might be mocked, but Ji Yu had the knack for making anything he did a benchmark, and aside from family and his two best friends Zhao Hao and Wei Qi, no one dared tease him.
"Far beyond satisfied, it’s brilliant! Young Master Ji, this transcript is definitely enough to drive us professionals to despair!"
If she hadn’t retained some sanity and composure, Zhang Ziweng would probably have leaped over to hug the legs of this not only wealthy and handsome but also sharp-minded Young Master Ji.
"Glad you’re satisfied! Since you’re so pleased with my performance, I hope you’ll also please me with matters concerning Si Han!"
