[Urban] A Life in Beijing (Complete) - Part 4

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Chapter 7

The bus arrived, which helped Cao Shan out of his predicament.

The bus was packed, people were shoulder to shoulder. Qu Yan and Cao Shan were standing side by side at first, but after a while he noticed that Qu Yan seemed uncomfortable, occasionally touching him with her arm. Cao Shan initially thought it was just the bus swaying and didn't pay much attention. The bus continued to move, Qu Yan's face turned bright red. She felt something hard against her buttocks, rubbing against her backside as the bus swayed. The person behind her was breathing heavily on her neck, making her feel disgusted and nauseous. At this stop, many more people got on, and the person behind her pressed even closer. Qu Yan tried to move away a little, but the person behind her immediately pressed against her again. She could not only feel that disgusting hard object rubbing against her buttocks through her skirt, but she could even hear the person swallowing saliva with apparent enjoyment. Qu Yan couldn't take it anymore. She reached out and grabbed Cao Shan's arm, whispering, "Cao Shan, Cao Shan..."

Only then did Cao Shan notice Qu Yan's reaction. He turned around and saw her looking feverish, both shy and uncomfortable. Looking closer, he saw a man behind Qu Yan, pressed tightly against her, as if flirting. The man was burly and had spotted the striking Qu Yan as soon as he boarded the bus. He stood behind her, about the same height, and pressed against her, rubbing against her buttocks. Qu Yan's buttocks were plump and large, with a pronounced curve—a typical plump, round bottom. With a gentle nudge, the man felt his hard object embedded in her soft, fleshy buttocks, an incredibly pleasurable sensation. Qu Yan awkwardly tried to dodge, clenching her buttocks to escape the man's harassment. However, the bus was crowded, and the swaying motion only amplified the sensation. Just as she was enjoying herself, Qu Yan couldn't bear his harassment any longer and had to turn to Cao Shan for help.

Seeing that the man was burly and taller than him, almost a head taller, and that he was glaring fiercely at Cao Shan for ruining his plans, Cao Shan was a little scared. He squeezed back to make room for Qu Yan, pulling her over and saying, "Why don't you stand in front of me?"

This was Qu Yan's only option, so she moved to stand in front of Cao Shan. Qu Yan was even taller and stronger than Cao Shan, and wearing high heels, she almost completely blocked his view, leaving him only able to see her slender back. The bus kept stopping and starting, and Cao Shan was already struggling to hold onto the handrail. With Qu Yan in front of him, he had to lean back, almost unable to stand steadily. After a while, his arms and legs ached, so he finally made up his mind and put his arm around Qu Yan's waist.

He felt Qu Yan's body tremble slightly, and then she gently placed her hand on Cao Shan's arm. Qu Yan's face was still flushed, because there was still a hard object pressing against her from behind, even harder and larger than before. Cao Shan was shorter than the man, and the hard object wasn't pressed against her buttocks, but against the groin of Qu Yan's thighs. Although the car was moving, their private parts were rubbing against each other through several layers of fabric. Although this made Qu Yan very nervous, she felt reassured.

The client they were meeting was a trading company that sold office equipment. Yellow pages were a good fit for them. The company was run by a husband and wife, the boss named Erlong and the boss's wife named Cheng Min, both from Northeast China. This was the first time they had decided to place an advertisement, and they had even waited in the office for the advertising company's salesperson who was supposed to arrive. When Qu Yan and Cao Shan pushed open the meeting room door, introduced by the clerk, they both smiled knowingly.

It turned out that the couple was also a case of the woman being taller than the man. The proprietress looked to be in her thirties, even taller than Qu Yan. She had long, smooth, and soft hair, and while not a stunning beauty, she was quite attractive and somewhat resembled Mao Awen. The proprietress had a good figure, possessing the typical sexiness of a Northeastern woman—large breasts, a large bottom, and long, strong, and well-proportioned legs. In contrast, the proprietress was less appealing. She looked somewhat like Wei San'er, with a rather wicked appearance, and was only about 1.5 to 1.6 meters tall. Standing next to her, they would definitely turn heads.

Despite her wicked appearance, the proprietress was quite enthusiastic. Upon seeing Cao Shan and Qu Yan enter, she quickly extended her hand and said warmly, "Miss Qu Yan, is that right? Hello, I am Erlong, the honorary general manager of this company. This is my wife, the actual general manager, Cheng Min. And this is...?"

Qu Yan also smiled and extended her hand, giving a light handshake, saying, "Hello, both general managers. This is my colleague, Cao Shan. This is my business card."

Cheng Min then stood up, and the four of them shook hands and exchanged business cards. Cheng Min smiled and said to Qu Yan, "Miss Qu Yan, you're very tall too!"

"Manager Cheng, you're even taller than me, I'm 178cm," Qu Yan smiled and shook Cheng Min's hand.

"I'm 181cm. Oh dear, I'm a bit too tall, people always stare when I go out. Your height is just right."

Hearing that Cheng Min was over 1.8 meters tall, Cao Shan couldn't help but glance at the proprietress a few more times.

After they sat down, Erlong said with a smile, "What's wrong with tall women? I think the taller the better. Haha, don't underestimate me just because I'm short, I like tall women, it's complementary, right, little brother?" Erlong said to Cao Shan.

Cao Shan smiled awkwardly and said, "Yes, yes, Manager Cheng, you're so tall, you must have been a model before, right?"

"What model? We're from the same village, in this small town we only know that tall women can do more work, there's no such thing as a model."

This couple left a very good impression on Cao Shan. Since joining the company, he had occasionally faced disdain and ridicule while canvassing the buildings. These days, whoever pays is king. Even if you don't advertise, when a salesperson comes to the company, they're treated like a servant, with a few sarcastic remarks and being treated like a fool. This is especially true for companies run by Beijing natives, who instinctively discriminate against outsiders. The phrase "outsider" carries a heavy weight of disdain. This couple, though their own boss, came to Beijing from out of town to make a living. They must have experienced hardship and struggle, and therefore have some understanding of salespeople.

After a few more pleasantries, Erlong got down to business. "Well, the reason I invited you two here today is to get some advice. Our company's business is doing alright; we mainly serve various companies, providing office equipment, and we have about a dozen salespeople working on it. Just last week, Ms. Qu Yan specially brought us one of your Yellow Pages. My wife looked at it and thought advertising in it would be great, but she's wondering about the investment and the return."

Qu Yan smiled and said to her boss, "Actually, your company's industry is very suitable for advertising with us. As business people, the most important thing is cost and return. I estimate that each of your salespeople earns a minimum of 1,000 yuan a month, plus commission, which is quite a lot. Doing business is simply about actively finding people to buy things, and advertising can achieve the same effect." As she spoke, Qu Yan spread out the Yellow Pages for office equipment, pointing to the advertisements and explaining, "You see, this smallest section is called..." "Our company invests 2700 yuan a year, which is equivalent to one of your salespersons' monthly salaries. But our Yellow Pages are distributed for free. You have a copy of this book, and our annual circulation is 50,000 copies. That means 40,000 to 50,000 companies in Beijing will have this Yellow Pages. That's a number a salesperson can't reach in a year. Also, salespeople actively go door-to-door to sell. In my own experience, it's extremely rare for someone to be as warmly received and interested as you two. Most people are rejected. But it's different with our advertising. Anyone who calls you is interested. This way, you're in the initiative, which is much more convenient, isn't it?" The couple nodded in agreement with Qu Yan's words. Cao Shan, listening from the side, secretly gave her a thumbs up. He hadn't expected Qu Yan to be so sincere and reasonable in talking to clients, knowing how to put herself in their shoes and speaking so logically. She was truly remarkable.

Cheng Min smiled and said, "Oh, Ms. Qu is right. Erlong, what do you think?" Erlong also smiled and said, "I think it's fine too. How about this?" Erlong was about to continue when the phone rang. He smiled apologetically at Qu Yan and Cao Shan, then said to Cheng Min, "Honey, I have a social engagement. You're in charge, so you make the decisions." With that, he left.

A flicker of displeasure crossed Cheng Min's eyes, but she quickly regained her smile and said, "I'm truly grateful to both of you for coming all this way today. Miss Qu, you just said this small piece costs 2700. What kind do you think would be best for us to publish?" Although Cheng Min spoke with a Northeastern accent, she possessed a refined air and spoke softly, unlike the loud voices of typical Northeastern women. Cao Shan found this woman very feminine.

Qu Yan smiled and explained, "Manager Cheng, you see, in the office equipment category, the common investment is one unit, which is what you call a small square. The biggest advantage of this is the low investment. But there are also drawbacks. Look at this page." As she spoke, Qu Yan turned to a page densely packed with about ten small squares. She said, "If that's the case, your company's chances of getting noticed are small. Now look at this." With her slender fingers, Qu Yan turned to a new page. She continued, "This page has many small squares, but you see, this company has four units. The first point of focus is immediately different. Look again." Qu Yan then picked up the Yellow Pages and flipped through the pages from back to front, saying, "Most people flip through the Yellow Pages like this. The most eye-catching option is our full-width advertisement, and the price is 16 times that of a small square. And you see," Qu Yan explained to Cheng Min as she flipped through the book, "there aren't any full-width advertisements in your industry yet, which is a significant business opportunity for you."

After Qu Yan finished her introduction, Cheng Min chuckled and said, "Miss Cheng, you're really good material for business negotiations. I'm really tempted. Well, since the general manager just left, let's discuss it some more and then I'll give you an answer. Is that alright?"

Qu Yan had already felt hopeless about signing the contract today after seeing Erlong leave, but there was no point in forcing it, so she got up to leave. As

soon as Cao Shan and Qu Yan left, Cheng Min immediately called her husband's cell phone, loudly asking, "Erlong, where are you going?"

"Didn't I tell you? Socializing, socializing. Can't we talk about it later?" Erlong's voice came from the other end of the line.

"Socializing my ass! Did you go see that little vixen again? You only like skinny, small girls like tofu cutlets, and you don't even want me, this big, strong guy?!" Cheng Min knew where her husband was.

The person on the other end of the phone was quite impatient. "What are you yelling about? I'm driving! You'd be happy if

you crashed a car, wouldn't you? Stop saying this useless stuff, I'll talk to you when I get home tonight." "Fine! I'm busy at the company all day, while you're out partying. Erlong, just keep messing around, you'll ruin the family business sooner or later. Don't come back, just stay with that slut!" Cheng Min got angrier and angrier.

"Fine, fine, you said it. Take good care of the company, and you decide on the advertising yourself."

Cheng Min was annoyed by Erlong's words. She angrily slammed down the phone and threw it on the table. She didn't even realize that tears were streaming down her face. She cursed inwardly: Fine, I'll decide for myself, I'll give you a good one!

Qu Yan and Cao Shan walked out of the building. Qu Yan then realized that she hadn't filled out the client meeting form. This form was in the form of a free information form, asking clients to fill in their address and phone number, ostensibly to publish the company's contact information for free, but actually to prove that the salesperson had met with them. But then Qu Yan received another call from a client, asking her to come over. After hanging up the phone, Qu Yan said to Cao Shan, "Cao Shan, go back and have Manager Cheng fill out this form, then take it back to the company for Bob. I have something else to do, so I'll trouble you."

Cao Shan smiled at Qu Yan and said, "Oh? Old classmate, don't be so formal. I really learned something today. You taught me a lot of client negotiation skills. This is nothing. You go ahead and do your work." After saying goodbye to Qu Yan, Cao Shan returned to Cheng Min's company alone.

When the receptionist led him into the general manager's office, she noticed that Cheng Min seemed a little downcast, but upon seeing Cao Shan, she immediately put on a friendly smile and said, "Cao Shan, right? What's wrong?" Cao Shan noticed that although she was smiling, her eyes were red.

"Oh, Manager Cheng, it's like this, we always keep a contact form for clients when we meet them. Please fill in your company's address and phone number, and we will publish your information for free," Cao Shan explained mechanically.

Cheng Min didn't seem to care much, smiling and saying, "Okay, give it to me, I'll fill it out for you." Cao Shan hurriedly took out a contact form from his bag and handed it to Cheng Min. He noticed that Cheng Min's hands were long, slender, and fair; they were very beautiful.

Cheng Min filled out the form. She could have delegated this to her secretary, or simply told Cao Shan, "You have my business card, fill it out yourself," or even just refused him outright. But she didn't want to be alone in the office; even just having a stranger with her for a while would be nice. As Cheng Min filled it out, she noticed Cao Shan's hand trembling on the edge of the desk. Looking up, she was surprised to find Cao Shan staring down at her neckline. Today, Cheng Min was wearing a deep V-neck sweater, with a bra underneath. She wasn't the fat or muscular type; she was tall and slender. However, now that she was married and no longer young, she had a touch of mature womanly curves. Her breasts weren't full, but they were white and smooth, very attractive to men.

Cao Shan was greedily spying on Cheng Min when she suddenly looked up, their eyes meeting. Startled, Cao Shan quickly looked away, cold sweat pouring from his pores. Cheng Min, however, saw shyness and cuteness in Cao Shan's panicked and embarrassed gaze. She hadn't seen that kind of shy look in a man's eyes for years. A sudden pang of guilt struck her. Thinking of her husband's infidelity, she wondered why she couldn't indulge herself. Before, her social circle was her husband's; he was the breadwinner, she was the homemaker, and everyone she knew, her husband knew too. As her youth faded, her husband's passion for her vanished. To outsiders, she was a tall, intelligent, and beautiful young woman, but who knew that she and her husband hadn't been intimate for over six months? Because of her narrow social circle, she hadn't considered any extreme actions to retaliate against her husband or release her own pent-up desires. But Cao Shan's burning gaze not only restored her confidence as a woman seeking pleasure, but also sparked a little scheme within her.

"Little brother, what are you looking at? Do you think your older sister is getting old?" Cheng Min asked with a smile. Cao Shan

breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she wasn't angry, but when he heard her ask him that, he panicked again. Seeing Cao Shan's flustered appearance, Cheng Min giggled at his cuteness and found the young man even more adorable. She then asked, "You just graduated, right? How much do you earn a month now?"

"N-not much, less than a thousand yuan a month in base salary," Cao Shan said hurriedly, rubbing his hands together.

"Then, if I do this advertisement with you, wouldn't that be very helpful for you?" Cheng Min leaned forward slightly.

"Yes, yes, during our internship, if we close one deal, we can become full-time," Cao Shan said excitedly.

"Okay, then I'll help you achieve your goal, alright?" Hearing Cheng Min's words, Cao Shan was initially happy, but then hesitated, saying, "That's good, but you're my colleague's client. Would it be appropriate for me to do this?"

Cheng Min smiled slightly and said, "Do you know the English for business? 'If one dies, you die.' The business world is a life-or-death struggle. I've made it so clear. You and your colleague agree, and I'll sign the contract with you. And I've decided, I want to do full-length ads." Cheng Min looked at the handsome yet reserved young man with a smile, feeling as if she were playing a fun game where she held the initiative. Finally, she raised an eyebrow and gave Cao Shan a very flirtatious wink, softly saying, "Let me tell you, seize even the smallest opportunity. Don't let the fat meat slip through your fingers."

Cao Shan was stunned by Cheng Min's look. He was bewildered, unable to understand what that look meant. Did this female boss like him? Impossible! She has such a good temperament, how could she like a young upstart like him? She quickly replied, "Oh, I know, I know."

Cheng Min handed the form to Cao Shan, smiling as she stood up to see him off. Seeing that Cao Shan was much shorter than her, and noticing the gleam in his eyes when he heard she was 1.81 meters tall, she couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. At the door, she asked, "Little brother, do you like tall women?" Cao Shan had never encountered anything like this before, and without daring to turn around, he thought for a moment and nodded slightly. Cheng Min looked at his back; so thin, yet so strong, especially that youthful vitality, which was her favorite. So she said, "That's good, little brother. Once you've got this ad sorted out for me, I have even more to offer you, okay?"

Coming out of the building, Cao Shan was drenched in sweat. He hadn't expected this female client to say such things. Based on his experience and understanding of women, he couldn't tell if she was teasing him or telling the truth. He then realized his crotch was bulging, and hurriedly covered it with his bag, thinking, "I'll just have to play it safe."

Back at the company, he handed in the contact form and, seeing it was almost time, left. He didn't want to face Bob, and even more so, he was afraid Yang Fan would try to chat with him. Looking out the window at the clear blue sky and warm sunshine, the autumn weather made him feel refreshed. Regardless, he had successfully met a client today, even though many unexpected things had happened; it was still valuable experience. Could business really involve physical relationships? He was a little scared, but for a man who masturbated all day, a woman's body was very attractive—any kind would do! Still relying on his hands? How could he possibly enjoy that? [Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video, Fan Bingbing's genitals, realistically molded, highly realistic vulva shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large protrusions, close to female physiological structure, providing a more realistic experience... rhythmic and irresistible! Click to enter]

He walked along, lost in thought, and before he knew it, he had walked a stop. He noticed a white Citro?n Fukang parked on the side of the road not far ahead, with a tall, short-haired woman kicking a tire in frustration. Wasn't that Shen Si?

He rushed over and saw Shen Si anxiously making a phone call. "Hello, what?! The rescue truck is stuck on the Fourth Ring Road?

Please, do you only have one rescue truck? I have urgent business to attend to, I can't leave the car here! An hour? Oh my god, it'll take that long, I might as well not come at all! Okay, okay, hurry up!" Seeing Shen Si hang up the phone in frustration, Cao Shan approached her. "Christie, what's wrong? Did your car break down?" Shen Si turned around and saw it was Cao Shan. She said anxiously, "Oh, Shine. Yes, I don't know what happened to the car, it won't move or start, but I have to attend a banquet, and I'm going to be late, but the rescue truck still hasn't arrived." Shen Si was so anxious that she stomped her feet. Perhaps because of the social engagement, Shen Si was dressed exceptionally beautifully today. Her short hair, which exuded elegance, had been restyled, and she wore a tight-fitting bright blue evening gown, revealing one shoulder and highlighting her slender neck and beautiful collarbone, exuding a fair and sexy aura. The hem of her skirt hugged her alluring body, revealing her curves: a smooth abdomen, a vase-shaped waist and hips, and long, shapely legs encased in flesh-colored stockings. Her beautiful feet wore casual yet sexy soft leather flat shoes on black patent leather. Only women with long legs and confidence in their figures would dare to wear such shoes; otherwise, without the visual elongation of heels, flat shoes would make legs appear shorter. However, Shen Si's long, straight legs paired with these sexy shoes were exceptionally suitable, further enhancing her already beautiful and tall figure. Shen Si was so beautiful, yet she seemed out of place in her surroundings.

Seeing Shen Si anxiously checking her watch, Cao Shan thought for a moment and said, "Christie, how about I watch the car for you? You can pick it up after the banquet, it won't delay your business."

Hearing this, Shen Si's eyes lit up, but she immediately shook her head, saying, "Thank you, but no need. You have your own things to do, go ahead, I'll figure something out."

"I'm fine. Seeing how anxious you are, I'm free, it's no problem," Cao Shan explained with a smile.

But Shen Si still refused, "Really, Shine, thank you, I'll figure it out myself." After saying that, Shen Si picked up her phone and started making calls again, this time asking friends to watch the car for her. But after calling several, either they couldn't come or they were busy.

Cao Shan understood; it wasn't that she was afraid of bothering him, it was clearly that she didn't trust him. Of course, he was from out of town and had only been with the company for less than a month, why should they trust him? Thinking of this, Cao Shan was somewhat disappointed and was about to leave, seeing Shen Si like an ant on a hot plate. So, Cao Shan took out his ID card from his wallet and handed it to Shen Si, saying, "Christie, I really want to help you. This is my ID card. It can't run away, and you have my phone number too. I promise I won't turn it off until you come back." Graduates always retain a bit of innocence and authenticity from their school days, and this is what most easily moves those who have been working in society for years and have become numb.

Seeing the ID card Cao Shan handed her, Shen Si felt a little embarrassed. She smiled awkwardly and explained, "No, that's not what I meant. This, this, haha." She laughed self-deprecatingly and continued, "How could I accept this?" Shen

Si wanted to accept it but didn't know how. She didn't want to hurt this young man's enthusiasm, but she really didn't trust Cao Shan. Even if he didn't take the car after it was fixed, and she couldn't find it, even if he didn't take it, she couldn't stand him taking away a radio or stealing some small gadget from her car.

Cao Shan smiled and handed her his ID card, then pointed to his wrist and said, "If you don't leave now, it'll be too late."

Shen Si didn't care about anything else. This banquet was very important; she would meet some important people. If she was delayed, she might lose this car and not be able to recover it. She gritted her teeth, thanked Cao Shan, hailed a taxi, and left.

Cao Shan sat in the car, feeling extremely excited. This was the first time he had ever sat in the driver's seat alone. In his small city, his parents had decent jobs, but they were still working-class. Even in Beijing, they only occasionally took taxis.

But now, sitting in the car, holding the steering wheel, imagining that this was his own car, he happily touched this and pressed that.

He saw a CD on the center console, Xuecun's "Northeasterners Are All Living Lei Fengs." This CD had just been released and was incredibly popular, but Cao Shan wasn't interested. He turned on the radio, which played Wang Leehom's new song "The Only One," which was quite good.

After waiting for about an hour and a half, the tow truck arrived, fixed the car, and drove off. Cao Shan continued waiting for Shen Si in the car. At first, he found it novel and fun, but later it turned into a long and arduous wait. Unable to bear it any longer, he crawled into the back seat and went to sleep.

The banquet Shen Si attended was hosted by Jeff. There were many returnees from overseas and his classmates from his studies abroad, most of whom were successful in their careers. Many men at the banquet fawned over her. Although Shen Si wasn't a conventionally beautiful woman, her tall figure and gentle yet capable demeanor easily won over men. She met Jeff's wife, the 1.9-meter-tall woman, Wang Yimei. Sure enough, she looked remarkably like the volleyball star Wang Yimei, with slanted eyes and a pouty mouth. She was tall and strong, with fair skin as her advantage. Of course, if her enormous buttocks, which matched her height and outshone all other women, could be considered femininity, then perhaps that was an advantage. Wang Yimei's broad, white shoulders were exposed, her large body wrapped in a bright red evening gown, making her look like a man in drag. She chuckled inwardly; no wonder Jeff always seemed so appreciative during sex. With such a tigress at home, it was no wonder he had no interest.

A man named Jim got along very well with Shen Si, and Shen Si also felt a certain attraction to him. Jim was the president of marketing at Microsoft, holding the power of life and death over advertising. He was rumored to be unmarried and a highly eligible bachelor. Jim was immediately attracted to Shen Si's elegant demeanor, and Shen Si also had a good impression of him. However, out of respect for Jeff, she didn't want to become too familiar with Jim. But in Shen Si's heart, this man was good; his looks and demeanor made him a presentable boyfriend, and as for work, if she could secure a deal with Microsoft, it would be substantial.

It was past 11 PM when the banquet ended. Jim drove Shen Si home in his Mercedes E350, kindly dropping her off at her building before driving away. Once home, Shen Si calmed down and realized something was wrong. She suddenly remembered her car was still at the company. She quickly changed into jeans and sneakers and ran out of the house.

In the taxi, Shen Si repeatedly dialed Cao Shan's cell phone. It rang, but no one answered. She kept urging the driver to go faster. Shen Si started to panic. A Citro?n Fukang was worth the price of a Peugeot 408 in 2001. She couldn't help but wonder if Cao Shan was really a conman. In Beijing, where could one find such an innocent-hearted person? She regretted trusting him so easily and even considered calling the police. When the taxi arrived at her destination, she found it parked on the side of the road, which reassured her. Approaching, she found Cao Shan asleep in the back seat.

The Beijing night was already quite cold at the end of September. Looking through the car window at Cao Shan curled up in a ball, Shen Si felt a surge of emotion.

She knocked on the window to wake Cao Shan. The moment she opened the car door, Shen Si smelled a scent she had never smelled before in her car—a faint smell of sweat mixed with another scent, the unique smell of a young man with surging hormones. She couldn't help but blush slightly.

"Christie, you're back? The car's fixed, you can drive it back now. I'm going home."

Cao Shan rubbed his eyes and climbed out of the car, a chill running through him in the autumn night air.

"No, Shine, thank you so much. I'm really sorry, it's so late. Let me take you home."

Looking at the sleepy-eyed young man before her, Shen Si felt a surge of affection. She realized that while Cao Shan resembled her ex-boyfriend, it wasn't the whole story. Most of the men she knew were polite, or to put it nicely, gentlemen; to put it bluntly, pretentious and affectedly reserved, lacking a certain masculine spirit. Cao Shan was different. He was thin, but radiated boundless energy—the capital of youth. Those middle-aged men, no matter how much they tried to maintain their youth or exercise, could never truly become young men.

Hearing that Shen Si offered to take him home, Cao Shan quickly waved his hand, saying, "No need, my home is too far from here. It wouldn't be good to keep you waiting. How about this, I'll take a taxi home, and you can reimburse me tomorrow."

"Get in!" Shen Si commanded with a smile. She was moved by Cao Shan and felt ashamed of her distrust of him that afternoon. In their advertising company, many of the sales staff were low-skilled, uneducated people from out of town, because the entry requirements were low. But Cao Shan wasn't like that. He was sincere, straightforward, and even had a touch of artistic flair, which Shen Si liked very much. She even had the urge to spend more time with him, wanting to relive the feeling of being back in the early days after graduation.

Shen Si drove north, almost past Tiantongyuan, before turning left onto a bumpy, narrow road. She drove on for a while in the darkness before stopping at a bus stop.

"Hehe, we're here. That's where I live. Thank you for bringing me back," Cao Shan said with a smile, pointing to a dark, dilapidated two-story building ahead.

"Oh, I should be thanking you. Thank you so much. Well, I'm off then." Shen Si turned the car around and drove into the city. All the way, she kept thinking about the dilapidated little building Cao Shan pointed to. Not a single light was on; it stood forlornly amidst the rubble and wasteland, next to a locked iron-gated market and various dark, run-down bungalows, all closed and dark. She had never imagined Cao Shan lived in such conditions. Shen Si, a top student, had a meteoric rise after graduation, finding a good job, a good income, and a nice place to rent. How could she understand the humble and impoverished lives of these graduates from dubious universities, kicked into society with no support? She and Cao Shan were from two completely different classes living in this city.

Chapter 8.

At one o'clock in the morning, Cao Shan went to sleep, Shen Si went to sleep, Qu Yan and Hai Bo had already gone to sleep, most people in the city were asleep, but Cheng Min was still awake.

Erlong was a typical gigolo from Northeast China. In Errenzhuan (a type of folk opera), it was often an ugly man paired with a beautiful woman; the man was short and ugly, while the woman was tall and pretty; the man was weak, the woman capable. They were the same. Erlong and Chengmin were from the same village and had known each other since childhood. Despite Erlong's somewhat roguish appearance, resembling Wei San'er, he was actually a decent person. Chengmin was tall and had a good figure, attracting many suitors. Since their families were neighbors and had a good relationship, they gradually became acquainted.

The rapid modernization of society and the resulting urbanization left vast rural areas forgotten. To earn a living and secure a better future, Erlong and Chengmin, like many other young people from their village, chose to work in the city. From Shenzhen to Zhejiang, to Shanghai, and then to Beijing, Chengmin and Erlong did all sorts of jobs—waiting tables, factory work—but their lives didn't improve. The little money they saved each month, after buying gifts for their families during the Spring Festival and giving money to both sets of parents, left them with almost nothing.

Their turning point came when they unexpectedly ran into their former boss from Zhejiang in Beijing; he was an office equipment manufacturer. The small business owner was dark-skinned and thin, a typical southerner. He had a particular fondness for tall, robust girls from Northeast China. Cheng Min had pursued him when she worked at his factory, but with Erlong around, he had never succeeded. This chance encounter led to a conversation about setting up a company in Beijing. The small business owner was clearly trying to get Erlong involved; he would provide the capital, the goods, and the customers, essentially giving Erlong a free ride. Of course, there's no such thing as a free lunch. Erlong knew the small business owner's real intentions weren't what they seemed; Cheng Min was what he truly valued. That night, Cheng Min cried and beat him, cursing him, calling him a spineless coward, saying someone had bullied him and tried to take his girlfriend, yet he hadn't uttered a sound. Erlong simply let her rant, silently smoking. The next day, Cheng Min, her eyes red, took the business license from the small business owner; both their names were listed as the legal representatives.

Cheng Min was tall and beautiful, decisive and shrewd in her work. The company was gradually becoming more operational. Cheng Min also used her connections to find other suppliers, slowly distancing herself from the small business owner. Occasionally, the small business owner would come to Beijing once a year under the guise of delivering goods, and as usual, Erlong would have to rent Cheng Min to him. Although the fault wasn't Cheng Min's, it was still a shameful thing for a man. Cheng Min was busy with everything, while Erlong did nothing, yet he always felt that Cheng Min had wronged him. So Erlong slowly made some bad friends and started visiting prostitutes.

This afternoon, as Cheng Min expected, Erlong went to a brothel again. Men are strange; he felt Cheng Min was dirty because he knew she had been forced to have a relationship with the small business owner, but Erlong didn't feel dirty towards prostitutes. Another reason was that Erlong was all bark and no bite. Despite his fierce appearance, he had a small penis. With his limited domestic skills, handling the 1.81-meter-tall Cheng Min was like a last gasp and a torment. Over the years, he had never satisfied Cheng Min. Every time they finished, he would hear Cheng Min's soft moans as she masturbated in the bathroom. The thought of Cheng Min, whom he couldn't satisfy, being pinned down by the young boss every year or two, and perhaps finding more satisfaction in the guilty and helpless sex trade with him, made Erlong even more inferior and created a greater psychological barrier to sex with his wife. But it was different with the prostitutes. He paid money, and not only did they serve him well and offer many different services, but the frenzied moans of the woman beneath him also gave him immense satisfaction. Cheng Min was tall, so her vagina was relatively large, and Erlong's small penis always felt loose when inserted. But many prostitutes were petite and delicate, and despite working countless times, they were remarkably tight. Especially the one he frequented, a girl from Sichuan, who was pretty, with tender skin, about 1.6 meters tall, petite and cute. Her little pussy was always tight and wet when inserted, and Erlong loved it.

But damn it, things don't always go as planned. He never imagined the girl would be taken into custody by the police; he'd been lured in.

He'd barely gotten to her in the afternoon when the door was kicked open, and he was caught red-handed. It was late at night, and after paying an 8000 yuan fine, Cheng Min finally got to come home.

Meanwhile, Erlong was drinking alone in the living room, downing more than half a bottle of red sorghum liquor, his face flushed and neck bulging, while Cheng Min was huddled on the sofa, sobbing. Erlong downed his drink in one gulp, burping and staggering to the sofa. He grabbed Cheng Min's hand and dragged her towards the bedroom.

"Come on, let's go back to sleep!" Erlong growled in a low, indistinct voice.

A burp from Erlong landed on Cheng Min's face, almost making her vomit. She forcefully pushed Erlong's hand away, breaking free from him, and shouted, "I'm not going! Go sleep by yourself if you want!"

Erlong struggled to pull her, but at less than 1.6 meters tall, he couldn't possibly move the 1.8-meter-tall Cheng Min. He staggered drunkenly on the floor, slurring, "What's wrong? Why can't a couple sleep together?"

Cheng Min looked at Erlong with disgust and said, "Look at you! Aren't you out looking for women? Don't touch me!"

Hearing Cheng Min's words, Erlong suddenly became agitated. "What? You think I'm out looking for women? You think I'm dirty?"

Cheng Min pushed him away, saying with disgust, "At least you have some self-awareness!" She tried to get up.

"Bullshit!" Erlong was furious. He pushed Cheng Min down onto the sofa, pounced on her, forcefully pulled off Cheng Min's nightgown, spread her long legs, squeezed his body between Cheng Min's legs, unzipped his pants, took out his hard penis, and tried to force it inside her. Cheng Min kicked her legs and slapped Erlong wildly with both hands, but she was no match for her husband who was running wild with alcohol. She tried to push him away and not let his dirty penis, which had just been inside another woman that afternoon, penetrate her body. This only angered Erlong more, and he slapped Cheng Min hard across the face.

"You slut, you think I'm dirty? What about you? You fucking bastard, how many times have you slept with that supplier's little boss? I haven't even thought you're dirty!" Erlong shoved Cheng Min's arm away, grabbed his penis, and thrust it hard into his wife's hole. This afternoon had been such a disappointment; he hadn't even had sex with a woman, and his penis was throbbing with pent-up desire.

The glans rubbed against his wife's plump labia, sliding into that moist, fleshy hole. The tender flesh of her vaginal walls gave him immense satisfaction.

"Mmm..." Erlong let out a deep, satisfied sigh.

"Ah...it hurts!!!" Cheng Min had absolutely no interest. Her vagina was very tight, and although her husband's penis was small, the way he inserted it was very rough, causing her to wince in pain.

"Get up! Get up right now!!" Cheng Min pushed Erlong away forcefully. The thought of this penis having slept with other women and then coming to play with her made her feel disgusted.

Fueled by alcohol, Erlong pinned her arms down and pounced on Cheng Min's tall, slender body, thrusting wildly into her until she screamed. As he fucked her, Erlong cursed, "You son of a bitch, it's fine for the little boss to fuck you, but I'm your husband, I can't even fuck you!"

These words deeply hurt Cheng Min. She pressed her long legs tightly together, desperately twisting her wide, white buttocks, trying to free her husband's penis from her body. "Erlong! Are you even a man?

Every time the little boss comes, he defiles me, and you just watch your wife being played with by others, you don't dare utter a sound, and now you're blaming me! I'll fight you!" Ignoring the relentless thrusting of his penis inside her, Cheng Min struggled with all her might, like a rapist.

"Damn! Did the young boss make you feel good? Every time I come to bed with you, you never say anything! You just don't want to fuck me, I can't satisfy you, can I? Can I?!" With that, he raised his hand and slapped Cheng Min several times.

Erlong was frantically fucking his tall, sexy wife. Cheng Min watched Erlong's drunken, crazed state through her tear-filled eyes, feeling utterly miserable. Every time she made love with her husband, it was like torture. He really couldn't perform, and ever since her first time with the young boss, Erlong had become even worse, making her suffer terribly every time. At first, she felt sorry for Erlong, regardless of who was right or wrong, since her body had been played with by another man. But Erlong's affairs with disreputable women had left Cheng Min with no shred of pity for him.

She painfully turned her head to the side, feeling her husband's penis rubbing against her vaginal opening, experiencing absolutely no pleasure. She gritted her teeth, tears streaming down her face, just hoping this would all end quickly. Less than five minutes later, Erlong ejaculated, cursing, "Fuck your mother!" and went to the bedroom alone, leaving Cheng Min naked and sobbing, tears streaming down her face as her husband's filthy semen slowly flowed from between her spread legs.

Cheng Min was heartbroken. She decided to give her husband a proper cuckold's horns! But she knew it would take courage. Her heart was in agony as she struggled with how to take this incredible step. She was utterly disappointed in Erlong's affairs, but could she really accept another man penetrating her body?

The next day.

Perhaps Shen Si had spoken with Bob, because Bob didn't send Cao Shan to canvass offices anymore. But meeting clients by phone was another kind of torture. As soon as they heard it was an advertisement, they hung up immediately, some even swearing. The few who were good-natured politely declined Cao Shan's offer. The entire morning was fruitless. Since meeting Qu Yan's client yesterday, and the female boss Cheng Min's hint that she would give him the advertising business, Cao Shan was in a dilemma. This client was originally Qu Yan's; she had already helped him a lot by taking him to the meeting. But now, he absolutely didn't want to steal Qu Yan's client—it would be too unethical. However, his month was almost up, and he hadn't made any progress in his business. At this rate, he definitely wouldn't be able to pass his probation period and would face being fired again. Cao Shan was in agony, torn between taking Qu Yan's client and losing his job. Did he have to harm someone else's interests just to keep his own job? Especially someone he had a flirtatious relationship with, a classmate who had helped him so much! Qu Yan quickly arranged another client meeting today and wanted to go with Cao Shan, but he refused. He didn't know how to face Qu Yan.

Dozens of phone calls that morning left him dizzy and disoriented. He deeply felt that surviving in Beijing was not as easy as he had imagined. He lacked skills and education, and was engaged in the lowest level of work in this city's developed commercial society—the most competitive job. After the angry voice on the other end of the phone insulted all the women in Cao Shan's family, he angrily hung up, grabbed a cigarette, and walked out of the office. He needed to calm down.

In the smoking area, Cao Shan leaned against the wall, took a deep drag, gazed at the blue sky and green trees outside the window, and then exhaled the smoke into the distance, enveloped in thick haze. He thought about how prestigious he had been at school, how much love and care he had received at home, but now he felt like an outcast, barely surviving, groveling and swallowing his pride for a pitiful few hundred yuan. At the new employee meeting, Jeff had said that President Roosevelt had said, "If you can't be president, be an advertising man." This was a golden rule in the advertising industry, but it was for those renowned advertising designers who controlled the economic lifeline of the industry and showcased their artistic taste through outstanding creativity. It didn't include advertising salesmen like him, who were like rats in the street, hated by everyone. He was at the very bottom of this creative industry chain, the least creative, and the most despised position. People could humiliate him at will, insult him, and rudely tell him to shut up because he was harassing others. Cao Shan sadly realized that he had become someone who was harassing others every moment. A wave of sorrow washed over him, and his eyes reddened. This was not the life he wanted; what he was experiencing was completely different from the blueprint he had drawn for himself when he graduated.

"Hey, can I borrow a light?" Hearing a girl's voice calling him from behind, Cao Shan wiped away his tears, took out a lighter, and handed it to her.

The girl wasn't pretty; she had small eyes, wore black-rimmed glasses, and long, straight hair that covered her cheeks. She had a small mouth and a cigarette dangling from her lips. Not only was she not pretty, but she also had a bad figure. She was only a little over 1.6 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a large bottom. Of course, her thighs were also very thick and short, and she wore tight black jeans that accentuated her large lower body. Her skin was fair and delicate, but it looked unhealthy.

"Hey, what's wrong? Did you get a setback? Or broke up with your boyfriend?" The girl asked, noticing Cao Shan's red eyes, speaking with a strong Beijing accent.

"Nothing," Cao Shan said sheepishly, seeing that the girl had noticed he was crying. She was wearing a large black t-shirt with a Guns N' Roses picture printed on it. Cao Shan forced a smile and said, "You like Guns N' Roses too?"

The girl was surprised and laughed, "Oh, I thought all you sales people listened to Xuecun. You like rock too? Oh, by the way, my name is Tang Jing, nice to meet you."

"Heh, that's sweet. My name is Cao Shan," he said, calling her saccharin. Although it was their first meeting, this girl, who wasn't pretty or had a great figure, didn't put any pressure on him; instead, he felt a sense of kinship, so he teased her in a friendly way.

"Really? You're pretty bold, daring to even mention mountains..." Tang Jing teased him back. Cao Shan thought for a moment before realizing what she meant and chuckled.

"You don't look like someone in sales, are you a designer?" Cao Shan asked.

Tang Jing nodded, her small, single-eyelid eyes behind her glasses sparkling. "You just got here? Sales must be tough, right?"

"What the hell is this?" Cao Shan took a deep drag on his cigarette, pinching it between his middle finger and thumb, leaning against the wall with a cool,颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate

directly, but it implies a state of being listless,颓废, or颓废) look. "No job is easy. You guys have fixed working hours, but we have no fixed start or end time." Tang Jing also took a drag on her cigarette. "By the way, you seem a bit different from the other salespeople? You like Guns N' Roses?"

Cao Shan chuckled, "Guns N' Roses is pretty much like pop music. Everyone's heard of popular rock. I listened to more metal in school, the death metal kind, like Slayer and Death."

"Well, if that's the case, it's understandable that you're not doing well in sales. Salespeople should listen to Xuecun and Andy Lau, what are you, a rocker, doing hanging out with them?" Tang Jing leaned against the wall next to him.

“Isn’t it because I’m struggling financially? Do you think I wanted to be a salesman who gets yelled at like this?” Cao Shan said helplessly, but he also found it very interesting

to talk to Tang Jing. “Don’t develop depression. You need to balance work and rest. Do you go to shows? Wudaokou.” Tang Jing seemed to know the place well.

“Where the hell am I supposed to get money? I can’t even afford to eat, let alone pay the rent. I just play guitar and listen to music.”

Hearing Cao Shan say this, Tang Jing’s eyes lit up. “You can play guitar? How well?”

Cao Shan smiled slightly and said modestly, “So-so, but I usually struggle with solos, but I’m fine with riffs and chords.”

Tang Jing paused, then looked up, brushed her hair aside, and said, “I can play a little guitar too, and I also play drums. How about we play sometime?” Tang Jing’s hands were beautiful, white and slender, the kind of hands that play instruments.

Cao Shan was delighted. "Great! I couldn't be happier. I was in a band in school, but after graduation, it was basically like playing music to a brick wall. I even got yelled at by the old ladies downstairs."

Tang Jing was also happy. "Then it's settled, this weekend. By the way, what kind of guitar do you have?"

"Fender, Telecaster."

"Wow, that's a great guitar! I definitely have to try it." Tang Jing was even happier to hear that Cao Shan had a good guitar. But she didn't forget to add, "A Telecaster isn't really suitable for playing metal."

"You know your stuff, girl." Cao Shan felt that Tang Jing was as familiar as a classmate from school. This long-lost feeling was great, making him feel like he had met a long-lost friend. "I can just adjust the tone with effects pedals. I don't care about those things. Jackson, Ibeanz are too cheesy. Besides, I also play blues, funky, Britpop, and stuff like that." It's hard to find a true friend, and it's very satisfying to talk about musical terms with someone who shares your interests. He hadn't been this happy in a long time.

"Who's your girl?" Tang Jing also felt good about Cao Shan, not only because he was handsome, but also because they both loved music. "Okay, write down my number. Let's meet this weekend."

"No problem."

"By the way, you..." Tang Jing deliberately dragged out the sound, whispering, "Do you live with your girlfriend?

Won't that be a problem?"

Cao Shan smiled bitterly and said, "I can't even feed myself, how could I have a girlfriend?"

He quickly finished his cigarette, and Tang Jing went back. Cao Shan really didn't want to call that damn number again, so he lit another one. Looking at Tang Jing's back, her long hair swaying, her big butt was fucking big, and her short, thick legs were fucking thick.

He thought, if this girl were taller, prettier, even if she was similar to Qu Yan, or even slightly less so, he would have the desire to pursue her. However, looking at Tang Jing, he thought, let's just be friends.

Just as he returned to his office, his phone rang. Cao Shan pressed the answer/hang-up button in the middle, "Hello, Panhai Shengshi, Beijing Yellow Pages."

"Is this Cao Shan?" A woman's soft voice came from the other end of the phone, unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar.

"Oh, yes, who is this?" Cao Shan asked tentatively, at least he had learned the seamless transition from rock star to salesman.

"This is Cheng Min." A soft, feminine voice came from the other end of the line.

"Who?" Cao Shan couldn't remember for a moment.

"Didn't you come here with Qu Yan yesterday to discuss advertising?" the woman complained with some disappointment.

"Oh, Manager Cheng. Hello, hello." Cao Shan then remembered and hurriedly nodded and bowed. He had at least learned to communicate with clients using a salesman's tone and wording.

"Didn't you take my number?" Cheng Min was a little displeased. She had thought about it all night, pondering and rethinking, and after a long and agonizing internal struggle, she finally settled on Cao Shan—the only young man outside her husband's social circle who was also good-looking. This phone call was the first battle in her affair. During her business discussion with Qu Yan, Cheng Min noticed Cao Shan glancing at her from time to time. She knew the desires of a young man full of youthful vigor, so she began to act. Unexpectedly, Cao Shan hadn't even noted down her phone number, meaning it was all wishful thinking on her part. This annoyed her greatly.

"No, no, you misunderstood. Manager Cheng, I was going to write it down, but..." Cao Shan hurriedly explained, but Cheng Min interrupted him, "Don't call me Manager Cheng, okay? Just call me Sister Cheng."

"Oh, Sister Cheng, Sister Cheng."

"Regarding the advertising... we've reviewed it, and it's basically fine, it's just..." Cheng Min said cryptically.

"Sister Cheng, feel free to make any requests, and I'll try my best to meet them!" For the first time, Cao Shan felt the thrill of sales—the thrill of taking money from other people's pockets. The thrill of success through careful planning.

"Young man," Cheng Min changed her address to Cao Shan, and continued, "Sister Cheng has something I'm not sure if I should say."

"Please, please say it," Cao Shan quickly said, seeing Cheng Min's shifty expression, afraid she might change her mind.

"Do you know the essence of sales?" Cheng Min asked.

Cao Shan didn't quite grasp the meaning of her words. He was only doing sales out of necessity and hadn't considered the issue at all. He answered based on his own understanding, "Sales is about building connections between suppliers and customers, providing what those who need it with what they need. I think that's it." Cao Shan added somewhat guiltily.

"Hehehe," came Cheng Min's laughter from the other end of the phone, a sound that was hard to decipher—was it happiness or sarcasm? "You're so cute. Let me tell you, Cao Shan, if you approach sales with this attitude, you won't close a single deal after your one-month trial period. Sales is about building connections between people; it's about relationships, not products. Supply and demand exist, but even if I have a need, I can advertise with anyone, I can choose other yellow pages, I can even choose other media. You're not the only one, understand?"

Hearing Cheng Min's words, Cao Shan felt uncertain. Was she implying she didn't want to do it? He hurriedly asked, "So, how do you think I can get this deal with you?"

Cheng Min laughed again on the phone, laughing at his naiveté and his inability to understand the hints. "Cao Shan, do you really not understand? Or do you prefer me to spell it out for you? You've gotten lucky this time, but what about my deals in the future? What about my friends' deals? How do you get those deals and make them your own commission? You have to become my only person, hold onto me as a client, hold onto me as a person, even use any means necessary to win my favor, so that I can become your person too, understand?"

Hearing Cheng Min's ambiguous words, he sensed there was something more to them, but he was afraid of misunderstanding. What if she just said it was a business deal and nothing more? Wouldn't he be just presumptuous? He could only give a vague "hmm" as an answer.

Cheng Min pondered. She'd already put herself in this position; any smart person, or someone with even a little social experience, would have already taken the opportunity to back down, either by inviting her to dinner or offering a small gift to see her again. They would have already made their move. But Cao Shan had only given a curt "hmm" and that was it. Cheng Min was a little annoyed. Was he pretending not to understand? Or did he simply have no interest in her at all? She was not even thirty, and tall enough to turn heads on the street. Why was it so difficult with this young man? Little did she know that Cao Shan was afraid of making a fool of himself.

Fortunately, Cheng Min suppressed her anger and didn't give up, continuing, "Cao Shan, do you have a problem with me? Don't you want to be around me?" The implication was clear.

Cao Shan quickly said, "No, no, no, Sister Cheng, why would I have a problem with you? You're so beautiful, and you have such a great figure." Cao Shan blurted it out, actually wanting to test the waters himself. He was too shy.

Cheng Min was quite satisfied with Cao Shan's words, proving that the approach was correct, only the guiding force was a little weak. She smiled and said, "You, you like women like Sister Cheng? Tall women?" This had become blatant flirting.

Cao Shan felt a surge of blood rush to his head. He didn't know what to say. Or rather, he wasn't comfortable flirting with a complete stranger he'd only met once, with whom he'd had little interaction. "Hmm," he replied, using the simplest of answers.

Cheng Min smiled bitterly to herself. Was she really that serious? With her looks, figure, size, and demeanor, was it really that hard to find a man? But Cao Shan's seemingly dull demeanor only fueled her desire to conquer him. This young man, so inexperienced, didn't even know how to flirt; maybe he was a virgin. Thinking of this, her breathing became heavy. "Are you free this weekend?" Cheng Min continued her advances.

"Oh, yes. Oh, right, I've invited a friend over to play the piano, but, but, but I'll try to postpone it to next week." Cao Shan was referring to Tang Jing, whom he had just met.

"Okay, I'd like to go to the beach this weekend for seafood. If you're free, I can take it as an invitation from you, how about that?" Cheng Min said.

When Cao Shan was a freshman in college, he went to Beidaihe with his classmates. Although it was packed with people, the vastness of the sea left a deep impression on him. He hurriedly said, "Okay."

"Alright, if you can't go, give me a call. If it's okay, I'll come pick you up." After exchanging a few more pleasantries, he hung up.

Now it was Cao Shan's turn to let his imagination run wild. He still couldn't believe that a single phone call could bring him and Cheng Min so close. Before this call, they were strangers. They had met, but he was just a background figure, hadn't exchanged more than a few words, hadn't had any direct communication. In his mind, Cheng Min was a mature, gentle, beautiful, and tall woman—someone he could fantasize about from afar. But now they were going to the beach together. Could she swim? When she put on her swimsuit, wow, a woman over 1.8 meters tall, with a model-like figure—what would she look like in a swimsuit? He frantically searched his memory of Cheng Min, then stripped naked, changed into a swimsuit—it had to be alluring, the kind that would make his penis rock hard. He had an innate fondness for tall women.

Since receiving the phone call, Cao Shan had been lost in thought, as if in a dream. He ran into Tang Jing after work and explained the situation. Tang Jing didn't seem to care, saying they could meet another day.

After work, he went to a Xinjiang restaurant, ordered a plate of fried noodles and two kidneys, ate his fill, and returned to his room, lying in bed lost in another fantasy.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. It was Qu Yan. "Cao Shan, may I come in?"

Cao Shan quickly jumped out of bed, put on a long shirt to cover his erection, and opened the door. "Oh, Qu Yan, come in, what's up?" Seeing Qu Yan's tall and voluptuous figure, Cao Shan thought, if Cheng Min were a little plumper, that would be better. He not only liked tall women, but he especially liked women with big breasts and big butts.

Qu Yan didn't go inside. Hai Bo was next door, and she didn't want to make him jealous. She stood at the door and said, "Well, I called Manager Cheng, the one we went to last time. She said the advertising intention was fine, but..." She paused, then said, "She said she wants to sign with you."

Cao Shan's face turned red instantly. He opened his mouth for a long time before finally saying, "Is...is that so? I...I didn't know."

Qu Yan forced a smile and said, "It's okay, I'll go to the client again. I didn't know if she told you, so I just let you know. If you sign, you'll get a permanent position. Congratulations."

Cao Shan was extremely embarrassed and said, "Oh, I...I really don't know how to thank you. You...you're truly my benefactor."

"Alright, I won't disturb your rest anymore. I hope you succeed. After signing your first deal, you'll discover the joy of sales. Goodbye." Watching Qu Yan turn around and return to her room, he felt a pang of melancholy. He felt he had acted very unfairly, yet he also felt that he had no control over everything. In short, his mind was in turmoil. How could he steal the client of the girl he likes?

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