[Urban] A Life in Beijing (Complete) - Part 2

Chapter 4,

Sunday morning.

Cao Shan finally boarded the No. 4 bus after changing buses twice. He always loved taking the No. 1 and No. 4 buses, as they traversed the heart of the country. He was crammed into the can-like carriage, his silly-looking suit already wrinkled. Several other people on the bus were dressed the same as him. He always thought that wearing a suit on a bus was an incredibly stupid performance art. Suits should be dignified and elegant, while buses are casual and down-to-earth; how could the two be confused? But now he was doing just that performance art.

He looked out the window at the scenery, passing the bustling Xidan, passing the Telegraph Building where the solemn bell rang ten times, passing the dignified Xihua Gate, passing the awe-inspiring Tiananmen Square. He thought to himself, "Damn, this is Beijing!"

Entering Zhongshan Park, he found the job fair. Seeing the venue, which had an even higher population density than Xidan, Cao Shan despaired once again.

He handed out ten resumes like someone handing out flyers, like a real estate agent handing out flyers in the middle of the road, aiming to complete the task, even though printing them cost him enough for a hearty lunch.

The only company that caught his attention was an advertising company called something like "Prosperous Era," a name that was incredibly tacky, but their advertising product was the Beijing Yellow Pages that Haibo and Qu Yan were working on. Cao Shan thought that if it was true, then working together would probably help them get started faster. So he squeezed in and chatted with the hiring manager for a bit, but seeing that the manager wasn't interested, he gave up.

Cao Shan dejectedly walked out with his head down, when suddenly his head bumped into a soft wall. Looking up, he realized he had bumped into a woman. He quickly said, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, did I hurt you? It was my fault, I'm so sorry."

The woman was tall, wearing a dark, well-fitting business suit, with short, neat hair. She looked to be under 30, with large eyes. Although not a stunning beauty, she had a very feminine charm. The woman was about to lash out when she saw Cao Shan and smiled, asking, "It's alright, what's up? Are you here for a job interview?"

"Oh, yes, I just graduated from university," Cao Shan replied with a smile, seeing the woman's friendliness.

The woman crossed her arms, looked him up and down, and asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Cao Shan," Cao Shan replied, puzzled as to why the woman was asking him these questions.

"What did you study?" the woman continued, seemingly very interested in him.

"Computer design, of course, the job market is tough right now, and I don't necessarily have to work in my field," Cao Shan secretly felt a stroke of luck.

"Give me your phone number, did you submit your resume to Panhai Shengshi?" the woman smiled at him again.

"Oh, I think I did," Cao Shan replied, about to ask where she wrote his phone number, when she extended her hand. Cao Shan didn't hesitate and wrote his number on her hand. The woman's hand was beautiful, long and soft.

"I hope to see you again," the woman said gracefully before leaving.

Cao Shan stood there, stunned. He thought that although the woman was a bit older, she had a good temperament, looks, and figure. Most importantly, she was very tall, easily over 1.7 meters. Could he be having a stroke of good luck with a woman? He turned to look at her back. She was wearing high heels, her round buttocks swaying slightly as she walked. Her legs, encased in stockings beneath her skirt, were somewhat thick and round, but very sexy. Just then, the woman also suddenly turned around. Their eyes met, and they quickly looked away.

This day was a bittersweet one for Cao Shan. Like last time, going to the job fair was practically pointless; the chances of finding a job were extremely slim. On the other hand, he had unexpectedly encountered a woman with a refined air, which wasn't bad.

But for the whole world, this day was a sudden and momentous one. The United States suffered its first terrorist attack. Terrorist planes crashed into the World Trade Center, turning paradise into hell in an instant. The whole world was worried: was World War III about to break out?

After a weekend of being bombarded with news that gave him a headache, Cao Shan received a call on Monday morning, asking him to come for a job interview.

On the bus, everyone was talking about 9/11, and photos of the World Trade Center collapsing with smoke billowing from it were headline news in every newspaper. Cao Shan's attitude towards it was: What does it have to do with me! Finding a job and making a living was the most important thing.

After a more than one-hour bus ride, even though it was autumn, the suit he was wearing made him feel sticky.

Cao Shan took off his suit jacket and draped it over his arm, unbuttoned the top button of his white shirt, and loosened his narrow black tie. Following the address he remembered, he found the Panhai Shengshi Advertising Company.

The company was located on the top floor of an inconspicuous, low-end office building. The receptionist was busy, wearing a navy blue business suit and sporting a medium-length Sassoon haircut, looking quite sophisticated.

"Hello, I'm here for an interview," Cao Shan asked politely.

"Oh, what position are you interviewing for?" The girl was engrossed in filling out a form or something, seemingly very busy, and didn't even look up at Cao Shan, asking abruptly.

"I... I don't know, they just called and told me to come," Cao Shan said awkwardly, scratching his head.

At this moment, the receptionist finally looked up, staring at Cao Shan with surprise. "Who told you to come? You're looking for a job without even asking about the position?" Cao Shan also noticed that the girl was quite pretty.

Cao Shan felt embarrassed; he had been so excited about receiving the call that he hadn't remembered the address until the other person reminded him. "Design or... I don't know, what are you interviewing for today?"

The receptionist was amused and exasperated by Cao Shan's antics. "I've never seen anyone like you. We're not short-staffed in the design department right now, we're hiring salespeople. I'll take you there. Oh, and fill out a form."

"I have one," Cao Shan reached into his bag, but the receptionist stopped him. "It's no use, you have to fill out a standard form here. Come with me."

Perhaps it was Cao Shan's shyness that made the girl less hesitant, and she led him to the conference room. Cao Shan walked behind her. This girl, wearing high heels, looked to be a little over 1.7 meters tall, with a standard height of at least 165 or 168 cm. Her small bottom was quite taut in her skirt, and her legs were long, straight, and beautiful—quite impressive.

Once inside the conference room, Cao Shan realized it wasn't the interview he had imagined. The room was packed with about 20 people, mostly men and women, who looked like they came from the countryside—pure laborers. Not only did they look rustic, but their clothes were even more so. Their suits were all wrinkled, and their ties, in particular, looked like cheap ten-yuan pairs—poor quality and extremely tasteless. Cao Shan felt a sudden surge of superiority.

People were called one by one to the opposite office, then either returned to wait or left immediately. Cao Shan thought, "So coming for a job interview doesn't guarantee a job offer."

After waiting for over an hour, Cao Shan was getting sleepy. His lack of work had disrupted his sleep schedule, and he'd gotten up too early today. Just as he was drifting off to sleep, he heard his name called. Cao Shan instantly snapped awake.

He entered the office and was led to a sofa. Opposite him sat two people: a handsome, capable-looking middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses and a slicked-back hairstyle, and the woman he'd met at the job fair.

"Hello, gentlemen," Cao Shan said, "my name is Cao Shan. I'm 21 years old, a recent college graduate majoring in computer design. I have no work experience, so please guide me." Seeing the woman's formal demeanor, Cao Shan deduced that the man was probably her boss. Since she hadn't shown any particular interest, he didn't need to act like he was meeting an acquaintance; after all, they'd only met once.

"He's quite the handsome young man," the man with the slicked-back hair muttered to the woman before extending his hand and saying, "Hello, my name is Jeff, and I'm the general manager of this company. It's a pleasure to meet you. This is our business manager, Christie."

Cao Shan quickly shook hands with Jeff and then with Christie, exchanging pleasantries, "Oh, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Jeff didn't discuss work-related matters but instead asked, "Cao Shan, oh, by the way, let me explain. I'm an American of Chinese descent, and everyone in the company has an English name. What's yours?"

Cao Shan hadn't thought of that and gave an awkward smile, saying, "Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Jeff, I don't have an English name.

My name is Cao Shan, how about calling me Mountain?" Just as he finished speaking, Jeff shrugged, looking quite dissatisfied. Cao Shan quickly corrected himself, "Oh, maybe that name is too strong. Then I'll just transliterate it and call you Shine." Jeff nodded and said, "Okay, Shine, what's the biggest news that's impacted you these past two days?" Jeff spread his hands, waiting for his answer.

"Oh," Cao Shan said, "For me, the most important thing is waiting for your notification, and the second most important thing is 9/11."

"Oh? You think 9/11 isn't as important as our interview notification? You need to know, this was the first time the United States suffered a terrorist attack on its own soil, and how many people were injured or killed?" Jeff asked incredulously.

"For the whole world, 9/11 might be the biggest news, but for me, nothing is as important as your interview invitation. Survival is more important than anything else," Cao Shan said sincerely.

Jeff nodded thoughtfully. At this moment, Christie asked with a smile, "Did you learn about our advertising platform in the meeting room?"

Cao Shan said, "Yes, Beijing Yellow Pages." He thought, "I already know about your company's stuff; two of my classmates work here with you." But before figuring out the enemy's tactics, it's best not to expose yourself. Still relying on your own hands? How can that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video of Fan Bingbing's genitals, molded to a highly realistic shape, with soft and delicate skin! Built-in large-particle protrusions closely resemble female anatomy, providing a more realistic experience... The sensation is irresistible! Click to enter.

Christie asked, "So let me ask you, will the 9/11 attacks affect our Yellow Pages?"

Cao Shan thought for a moment and said, "Maybe? Industries like rescue and fire services might use this as an opportunity to advertise, but for most businesses, it might have some impact, because 9/11 taught us that the more exposed you are, the easier it is to become a target."

"Oh?" Christie thought his perspective was quite unique, realizing that the Cao Shan who spoke so eloquently was not the same person as the silly young man who had bumped into her in a panic that day. “So tell me, how do we turn this situation around? How do we persuade the clients?”

Cao Shan chuckled upon hearing her question, then said, “Ms. Christie, does your line really have such a big impact on the daily lives of Chinese people? I think most clients are more concerned about their advertising returns, right?”

Hearing Cao Shan say this, Christie felt she was being put on the spot, inwardly cursing, “You little brat, just wait and see how I deal with you later.” Then she turned to Jeff with a smile and said, “Jeff, is there any other question?”

Jeff smiled and said, “Oh, no, no more questions, Shine. In the company, everyone can just call each other by their English names; there’s no need for anything like Mr. or Ms. Hmm.” He paused for a moment and said, “Our salary here is a base salary of 800 plus 30% commission on advertising. The base salary is tiered; your department head will explain it to you later. We welcome you, but of course, it’s a two-way selection process. You can go to the meeting room to wait for us to further assign you to each department, or go home. Okay?”

"Okay, thank you Jeff, thank you Christie."

Cao Shan came out of the office, overjoyed. He hadn't expected the interview to go so smoothly; from now on, he wouldn't be idle anymore!

Next came the department assignments. There were six business departments in total, and Cao Shan was assigned to Department 3. Seeing the photos of the department's sales staff on the wall, his eyes lit up—he hadn't expected to be assigned to the same department as Qu Yan.

The department manager was a young man from Northeast China with a buzz cut, who looked like he had served in the military, and spoke with decisive efficiency. First, he introduced the company to Cao Shan, then said, "Welcome to Beijing Yellow Pages. I'm your manager, Bob. Working here is simple in some ways, and complicated in others. You start work at 9:30 every morning. First, you make phone calls to schedule appointments with clients, whether it's to deliver books or to directly contact them about business intentions. Once you've successfully arranged an appointment, you can go out and make your own deals. Delivering books is generally easier to meet, but the chances of closing a deal are lower. After all, our Yellow Pages are quite valuable, and there are far more people who want to get books than those who want to advertise. You need to consider this carefully. Our salary here is a base salary plus commission. The commission is 30% of the sales amount. Our lowest-paid advertiser earns 2700 yuan a year." "A single block of content, if you recruit one, you'll earn 900 yuan.

A small block of content, around 4500 yuan, will earn you 1500 yuan, it's not difficult. The base salary is tiered: starting at 20,000 yuan in sales, 1500 yuan at 20,000 yuan, 2000 yuan at 40,000 yuan, 2500 yuan at 60,000 yuan, 3000 yuan at 80,000 yuan, and if you can reach 100,000 yuan in sales for six months, you can work here with me. For example, a cover page is worth 600,000 yuan. If you can get one, you'll get a 5000 yuan base salary, 30,000 yuan commission per month, and a department manager position. How about that?

Not bad, right?"

Bob's words filled Cao Shan with fighting spirit. It seemed making money in Beijing was easy. He nodded vigorously and said, "Yeah, there's hope."

"Hey? Looking at your resume, you and Qu Yan from our department went to the same school? Do you know each other?" Bob asked, holding Cao Shan's resume.

"Oh, we're from the same school, but not the same major. How should I put it? We know each other, but we haven't really talked," Cao Shan evaded the question.

"Okay, then let Qu Yan mentor you. She's very diligent and hardworking. That's how sales are; you're making money for the company, and you're making money for yourself. The company gives you such a high commission to motivate you. Laziness will ruin you, while diligence will bring you this." Bob made a money-counting gesture.

"I understand, who would turn down money?" Cao Shan agreed readily.

"Alright, here's the arrangement: today, go home first, grab a book and our advertising price list. I'll give you two copies—keep one in your bag and memorize it thoroughly, and stick the other on the wall to motivate yourself. Also, here are ten advertising contracts. Signing one in the first month will be the biggest victory. Starting tomorrow, you'll officially begin work. First, you'll work with Qu Yan and learn from her. Okay? See you tomorrow." With that, Bob extended his hand and shook Cao Shan's.

Leaving the company, Cao Shan felt a mix of emotions. He was happy to find a job; he was anxious about how to proceed; and he felt a pang of nostalgia for his soon-to-be-unemployed life. He was about to start his days of working long hours, no longer able to get up late, watch porn, masturbate, play the piano, go for a walk, and then have sex with Jianguo and Haibo, and fantasize about Qu Yan at night. His good days were over…

Qu Yan had just finished meeting a client when she received a call from Bob.

“Hey, beautiful…” Bob’s voice came from the other end of the line.

“Bob, what’s up?” Qu Yan hated men calling her “beautiful.” First, she didn’t consider herself beautiful; second, she felt the term was too intimate, even frivolous. Her work was quite good; she didn’t need to flatter anyone, and she knew that Bob wasn’t interested in her, a burly woman; he preferred the receptionist, Yang Fan.

"Oh, is that so?" Bob, having met with another rebuff from Qu Yan, quickly changed his tone and said, "Well, we have a new colleague in our department today. I think he's an alumnus of yours, and I was wondering if you could mentor him."

"Oh? What's his name?" Qu Yan had a premonition.

"Cao Shan. He said he knows you, but not very well," Bob said.

"Yes, we met at school. No problem, it's settled then. I'll mentor him starting tomorrow. Okay, goodbye." After hanging up, Qu Yan suddenly realized her face was flushed. She never expected Cao Shan to join her company, and even be in the same department, becoming her junior colleague. She wanted to call Cao Shan to congratulate him, so she dialed his number, but deleted it as she pressed the answer button. Then she dialed Cui Haibo's number.

"Hey, Haibo, did your department assign new people today? Haha, I didn't expect Cao Shan to go to the job fair on Sunday? He ended up at our company, and yes, he's in the same department as me. Yes, the three of us can start working together tomorrow. Hehe, I didn't call him. I just got a call from the manager and told you. I think you should congratulate him. Okay, honey, bye-bye. I'll be waiting for you at McDonald's near the company later."

Haibo later called Jianguo, and they agreed that Cao Shan should treat them.

As night deepened, near the market entrance next to them, at a roadside barbecue stall, Cao Shan, Jianguo, Haibo, and Qu Yan ate skewers, drank beer, and chatted.

"Hey, Jianguo, isn't it amazing? I just bumped into someone and somehow landed a job," Cao Shan said, tilting his head back to gulp down a beer, almost emptying the bottle.

"Damn, that woman probably took a liking to you and got you as her employee, right?" Jianguo laughed.

Haibo chimed in, "You mean Christie? Probably not. She's a tough character in the company; her face was as cold as ice when I interviewed her."

"Well, you just aren't charming enough. Look at Cao Shan, all dressed up, 100% British style, absolutely cool,"

Jianguo joked.

"I just don't understand what's so great about that woman. She's like a nine-headed bird in the sky, a Hubei native on the ground! I heard her family is from a rural area in Hubei. You think Christie sounds fancy, right? Do you know what her real name is? Ke Si Di! I heard she's the third daughter in her family, and her parents wanted a boy, so they named her Si Di. But she thought that name was too rustic, so she named herself Shen Si, and even got an English name, Christie. You tell me, if she can change the name her parents gave her so carelessly, what can't she sell? Look, she's four or five years older than us, probably 25 or 26, right? I heard she doesn't have a boyfriend, and hangs out with Jeff all the time. Everyone knows their relationship isn't normal, and Jeff is a married man." Haibo went on and on like a woman, clearly having a lot of opinions about Christie.

Qu Yan, also annoyed by her boyfriend's gossiping, quickly nudged him and said, "Alright, stop talking."

"Yeah, alright, alright, stop with the useless stuff. Seniors, please teach me how to do sales; I know absolutely nothing about it," Cao Shan pleaded. He already knew about Christie's background.

"It's nothing much, just making phone calls and meeting clients," Hai Bo said nonchalantly.

Qu Yan, however, was very serious. "Actually, sales is the best way to hone your skills. You meet different people every day, and it's a complete stranger. You make a phone call, and in the end, you get them to pay for advertising. It's really difficult. Take it slow. As long as you work hard and can withstand setbacks, you'll definitely succeed."

"Withstand setbacks? Why do I need to suffer setbacks?" Cao Shan asked, puzzled.

Haibo took a bite of his meat skewer and said sarcastically, "Cao Shan, do you think your clients treat you with the utmost respect? Start by practicing answering the phone. Make a hundred calls a day, and 90 of them will either call you crazy or simply reject you coldly. Be prepared."

The four men mingled and drank in the dim light, sitting on simple benches by the roadside, the table piled high with empty bottles. Qu Yan, so tall and dressed in a business skirt, awkwardly crossed her long, muscular legs, adopting a ladylike posture. The migrant workers eating skewers nearby, seemingly obsessed with meat, kept glancing at Qu Yan's long legs, making her quite embarrassed. Haibo noticed this too, muttering curses under his breath, but seeing the muscular physiques of the migrant workers, he didn't dare to intervene.

Qu Yan's tall and slender figure, with her long, snow-white, and voluptuous legs, was not only a feast for the eyes of the hungry migrant workers, but also a pleasing sight for Cao Shan. Under the dual stimulation of alcohol and Qu Yan, his large penis was already throbbing painfully. He inadvertently noticed two men beside him drinking and stealing glances at Qu Yan's sexy body, occasionally chuckling and whispering. Ignoring them, Cao Shan grabbed his bottle, stood up abruptly, and walked over to the two men. He plopped down opposite them.

"Brothers, out for a stroll tonight?" Cao Shan said with a smile.

"What's up? Brother, is something wrong?" one of them said resentfully, his tone unconvincing.

"Nothing, just seeing you two looking at our table, what are you looking at?" Cao Shan retorted, his neck stiff.

One of them, seeing Cao Shan's thin and small frame and his stiff neck, became impatient. But another man blocked his way. He glanced at Cao Shan sideways, then leered at Qu Yan's long, white legs, and said, "I have nothing to say to you, but I have plenty to say to that woman." He then burst into laughter, a truly unrestrained laugh!

Cao Shan's anger flared instantly. He gripped the bottle tightly, ready to fight, but then he thought, "I can't be impulsive. I have to go to work tomorrow. I need to make this a small matter, not something that could turn into a tragedy." So he said, "Brother, you have good eyesight. But that's my girlfriend. We're all men, and nobody wants their woman stared at, right? I'm not here, so you two can look all you want, but I'm here. Could you please give me some face?"

One of them chuckled, tilting his head back, and said, "What if I don't give you face?"

Seeing that this guy was clearly trying to cause trouble, Cao Shan's anger flared up immediately, but he still managed to squeeze out a... With a smile, Cao Shan said, "No, you two are business owners at this market, aren't you? I'm a worker too, busy all day. We're just out having some skewers and drinks to cheer ourselves up. Why make things unpleasant? Look, I've said all the right things, but please, sit over there. This meal is on me. How about it?"

Before the two men could speak, Cao Shan turned to the owner and said, "Boss, move a table for these two gentlemen, and add four bottles of beer and 20 pieces of meat, it's on my tab." Then, he smiled obsequiously at the two migrant workers, "Please, sir, make yourselves at home?"

Seeing that Cao Shan had given them face and that they were getting a good deal, the two men grumbled and asked the owner to move the beer and skewers from their table to a table across the street.

When Cao Shan returned, Jian Guo complained to him, "Cao Shan, why are you still acting like you're in school? I really thought you were going to start a fight. Now that you're at work, you should tone it down."

Cao Shan took a sip of his drink and muttered under his breath, "I just don't want Qu Yan to be seen by them."

Qu Yan didn't say anything, but secretly gave Cao Shan a grateful look. Hai Bo, however, kept his head down, clearly displeased.

The four of them ate until after 10 p.m., and remembering they had to go to work the next day, they sang as they walked back.

Cao Shan had drunk a bit too much and went straight to bed. Hai Bo and Qu Yan tidied up, took showers, took off their clothes, got into bed, and turned off the lights. Qu Yan nestled against Hai Bo like a little bird, even though she was considerably taller than him. Qu Yan lifted one of her long legs and draped it over Hai Bo, reaching out to stroke him. The moonlight streamed through the window, making Qu Yan's already fair skin appear even more pristine and beautiful.

"Honey, are you sleepy again today?" Qu Yan said coquettishly.

Hai Bo, resting his head on his arm, completely ignored the teasing of the tall, beautiful woman beside him, and said angrily with his eyes closed, "Just now, Cao Shan stood up for you. Did you think he was a real man and I was a coward?"

Qu Yan's snow-white thighs rubbed against Hai Bo's penis. If it were anyone else, they would have already pinned Qu Yan's sexy body down on the bed and fucked her hard. She was so damn tempting and sexy, but Hai Bo's penis was still twitching.

Qu Yan felt her boyfriend's shrunken penis and felt a little disappointed, but she still coaxed him, saying, "No... Cao Shan is indeed young and vigorous, but I prefer your calm and composed demeanor." Even as she said this, Qu Yan was still replaying the scene of Cao Shan standing up for her. She wasn't just moved; she was even more certain that Cao Shan liked her.

"Hmph, I think you just like his vigor! Several times, every time I see him, his penis is bulging. What does that mean?" Hai Bo's observation skills were quite good.

"What are you saying? We graduated empty-handed, penniless, living in this shabby place, working ourselves to the bone every day, and not earning much money. Did I say anything? Since I'm with you, I'm sticking with you. You've even made a sale now, so why are you always jealous of Cao Shan? Why? Why don't we move out? But with this little money, where can we live?" Hearing Hai Bo's petty remarks, his daily unsatisfied sexual desire combined with his nameless anger, Qu Yan became anxious and started to cry.

"Hey, don't cry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, okay? I know you've had a hard time, I know I was a little petty, okay? I love my darling the most, I know you only love me, I won't be jealous anymore, okay? Come here and give me a kiss."

Seeing Haibo coaxing her, Qu Yan stopped crying and smiled. "Ugh, what's the use of a kiss? I'm still soft down there."

"Wait until tomorrow, I'll just clock in at work and come back, I'll be rested and ready to serve you well tonight." Haibo hugged the tall, strong, and fair-skinned Qu Yan and said confidently.

"Ugh, who said you have to serve me? Go to sleep, hold me..." Qu Yan coaxed Haibo and snuggled into his arms, but the moment she closed her eyes, all she could see in her mind was Cao Shan's image. She frowned inwardly, feeling bitter but unable to express it. She wondered, if she had been more proactive and pursued Cao Shan back then, would she have succeeded? So now she was probably being held in Cao Shan's thin arms, or sitting on him, her lower body tightly gripped by his thick, long, and hard member, making her moan with satisfaction. Thinking of this, Qu Yan felt a surge of heat in her lower body.

She sighed softly. There were no "what ifs" in life. Zhang Ning was prettier, slimmer, had a better figure, and a better temperament than her. Why would Cao Shan be interested in her? He was just desperate for women now, even Christie was infatuated with him and hired to the company. He would never lack women. And her, so strong, not pretty, taller than a man, a head taller than him—too disproportionate. Cao Shan would never like her. Qu Yan glanced silently at Hai Bo, who was already asleep beside her, and felt another wave of guilt. She thought, "I'll give my life to this man, absolutely."

Qu Yan tightly gripped the blanket with her long, white legs, holding her boyfriend's limp penis in her hand, and helplessly fell asleep. A crescent moon hung in the sky outside the window, illuminating the earth with a bright, clear light. The soft moonlight shone on Qu Yan's bare buttocks, making them appear like a silver basin—a beautiful sight. "

Behind the red gates, meat and wine go to waste; on the streets, frozen corpses lie." In Beijing, this city of debauchery and extravagance, Cao Shan, Qu Yan, Hai Bo, and Jianguo slept in a dilapidated rented room, while Shen Si lay naked in the bedroom of a high-end apartment near the Third Ring Road—Jeff's home. Jeff's wife had returned to America, and his home had become their haven for an affair. Shen Si didn't want to make love to a man in this bedroom that wasn't hers, yet she loved the warmth of home here. Having lived alone in Beijing for many years, she desperately craved this feeling.

That evening, they had a candlelight dinner, drank red wine, and everything was romantic and cozy. Next came the final act the man most desired: he was taking a shower, while Shen Si had already finished and was waiting for him naked in bed.

Shen Si, 26 years old, 1.73 meters tall, and with a beautiful face, was noticed by Jeff when she joined the company three years ago. At the time, she had a boyfriend, who was her classmate. However, under Jeff's persistent persuasion, the lure of money and a high-quality lifestyle, she couldn't resist and succumbed to him during a business trip. At first, they were secretive, but gradually, the news spread throughout the company. One time, her boyfriend came to see her and overheard gossipy colleagues talking behind her back about her affair with Jeff. They had a huge fight, and later, when she was caught having an affair with Jeff in a hotel, her boyfriend caught her in bed, causing her to lose the love that was etched in her memory.

Her ex-boyfriend resembled Cao Shan; both were handsome and somewhat rebellious, her ideal type.

As Shen Si was thinking, Jeff came out of the bathroom, lifted the covers, and crawled into Shen Si's bed, embracing her fair and slender body.

“Baby, I’ve missed you so much.” Jeff pressed down on Shen Si’s soft body, his hands grasping her firm, though not full, breasts, kneading them wantonly.

“Mmm…mmm…don’t be so hasty, okay…mmm…” Shen Si pleaded, gently pushing him away, but he only held her tighter.

“How can I not be hasty? I’ve missed you so much. Come on, let me see if your little mouth down there is craving it.” As he spoke, Jeff’s tongue curled and kissed every inch of Shen Si’s skin from top to bottom, from her slightly raised breasts to her smooth abdomen, gliding over the lush mounds of her breasts, and probing into the valley between her legs.

Shen Si felt a tingling sensation all over her body from the licking, and couldn’t help but moan. Every time, Jeff would lick her pussy until it was wet before he would go any further. A graduate of a prestigious university, with an elegant temperament and conservative personality, she was always uncomfortable with men making such intimate contact with her private parts. She felt shy, and besides, she didn’t think her private parts were pretty. Back in school, seeing her female classmates' pink and bright labia while showering filled her with envy. Her own labia, however, were not only large but also bulging like a piece of intestine at the entrance, incredibly ugly. Her female classmates used to tease her, saying she was sexually experienced, but Shen Si's wretched appearance was a result of birth, leaving her ashamed and speechless.

"No, stop licking, ah..." Shen Si felt Jeff's wet tongue licking her labia, itchy and tingling. Although she and Jeff had been intimate for a long time, Shen Si always felt uncomfortable when he licked her genitals. Initially, she worried that Jeff wouldn't like her intestine-like appearance, but unexpectedly, he seemed to enjoy it. The biggest reason was that Shen Si was a rather traditional woman. Sex meant being pinned down by a man, their bodies intertwined, and she found this kind of thing a bit too much to handle.

Jeff seemed to have a particular fondness for Shen Si's filthy pussy. He stretched his tongue out and probed between Shen Si's labia, teasing her with the tip of his tongue while panting and whispering, "Baby, let me taste it, so horny, so strong. I'll lick you wet so it'll feel better when I penetrate you."

Shen Si could only try to enjoy the unsatisfied, empty, and tingling sensation in her lower body. She looked down at Jeff, who was between her legs. This man had long lost his aura and charisma at the company; he was like a lewd pervert, greedily licking her private parts. Jeff's oral skills were excellent; he inserted his tongue and even used his nose to nudge her clitoris, even bringing her to orgasm, but Shen Si didn't like it.

Jeff was truly lewd and hardworking, licking Shen Si until she gasped repeatedly. Her two slightly thick, white legs were already draped over Jeff's shoulders, tightly clamping his head. Her slender, beautiful hands were rummaging through his thick hair, licking until Shen Si's whole body went limp, and her lower body overflowed with lustful fluids like a burst dam. Only then did he smile, his mouth wet with Shen Si's lustful fluids, and slowly climb up, pressing her beneath him.

Jeff cupped Shen Si's delicate face and kissed her passionately. The moment his tongue entered her lips, his hard penis was enveloped by Shen Si's plump, sausage-like labia, penetrating her juicy, beautiful cave.

Jeff held the tall, fair-skinned Shen Si tightly, rhythmically thrusting his hips. He loved Shen Si's cunt; even when he withdrew, the plump labia still enveloped his penis tightly, which felt very good.

"Ah...ah...ah..." As Jeff increased the speed of his thrusts, Shen Si felt the hard object rubbing against her sensitive flesh, creating endless pleasure that made her involuntarily moan. Jeff, on the other hand, was even more satisfied with conquering this intellectual beauty.

"Is it good, baby? How am I?" Jeff asked with great interest as he vigorously pounded into Shen Si beneath him.

"Mmm, mmm, great, great." Shen Si answered absentmindedly, waves of pleasure surging through her lower body as she wrapped her two snow-white legs around the man's waist, her broad buttocks thrusting upwards in response to his movements.

"Want to go faster?" Jeff was satisfied with Shen Si's answer and continued to ask.

"Mmm, mmm," Shen Si didn't want to answer, only wanting to savor this hard-won, lovemaking, like the legendary lovers separated by the Milky Way.

Jeff's thrusts became more forceful and faster, making Shen Si increasingly wanton.

"Ah, ah, ah, harder, good, good, so good, mmm, so good." Shen Si tightly embraced the man pressing her down, enjoying the wonderful pleasure he brought her, radiating from her lower body throughout her entire body.

"Baby, you're so beautiful, so tight, fuck, fuck you to death!" Jeff fucked Shen Si while looking at this highly educated, intelligent, elegant woman he had conquered.

"Mmm, mmm, ah, ah, let me have a bite, just a bite, okay?" Shen Si cried out absentmindedly. Jeff knew she really wanted to suck his penis.

Jeff didn't like women giving him oral sex, and Shen Si couldn't understand why she was so fond of men's penises, always wanting to put them in her mouth. She thought about it carefully; it might have stemmed from when she was a sophomore in college. A more open-minded girl in her dorm brought her a European and American pornographic magazine. She was too embarrassed to look at it, but the muscular man on the cover made her breasts pound. That European and American male model not only had a fit body, but his penis was also a full 16 centimeters long. Shen Si had always been a good student, the type who was the class monitor or academic representative, and had never seen a man's penis before. The cover of this magazine was too stimulating for her. Shen Si couldn't even think of any adjectives to help her remember it. Just then, one of her roommates said, "Wow, it looks like a big sausage."

This sentence was deeply imprinted in Shen Si's mind. She remembered that she couldn't help but lick her lips at the time, and her roommate laughed at her for a long time. From then on, Shen Si imagined all men's penises to be as delicious as sausages. Later, when she got a boyfriend, she nervously took his thick, hard penis into her mouth for the first time. Although it didn't taste like sausages, it gave her immense satisfaction. Shen Si remembered the moment that thick, long penis was stuffed into her mouth, a surge of heat welled up deep in her vagina, followed by a huge, convulsing excitement in her lower body.

After that, she would get immense pleasure every time she gave her boyfriend a blowjob.

But Jeff, his penis had been inside Shen Si's cunt countless times, but never into her mouth. Jeff's wife was named Wang Yimei, and she not only shared the same name as the volleyball star Wang Yimei, but also had the same height and appearance—1.9 meters tall, tall and strong, and not pretty. Jeff inevitably cheated on her, and one time his wife found out. When they got home, she forced him to have sex. Wang Yimei took her husband's penis, which had been inside another woman, into her mouth and bit down hard… Goodness, she hadn't had a chance to have sex for months. Having learned his lesson, Jeff never let a woman perform oral sex on him again. Once bitten, twice shy.

At this moment, Jeff and Shen Si, entwined in passion, were nearing their climax. They held each other tightly, kissing passionately. Jeff's bronzed, muscular body intertwined with Shen Si's soft, white skin, like cream and chocolate ice cream stuck together. Jeff's penis was thrusting rapidly, making Shen Si scream. Completely oblivious to the fact that they were in someone else's house, having an affair with the husband while the wife was away,

Jeff thrust hard, and Shen Si cried out in ecstasy. Their bodies trembled simultaneously as they reached their climax. Jeff was vigorous and satisfied her, but Shen Si was somewhat dissatisfied with his size; her ex-boyfriend was much larger. This was Shen Si's only complaint about Jeff.

Jeff rolled over and lay on the bed. Shen Si sat up, grabbed a few tissues, and first wiped away the semen and vaginal fluid that had flowed from her vagina, then wiped Jeff clean. Jeff didn't like using condoms and preferred to ejaculate inside her, so Shen Si let him be. They always took birth control pills, and there had never been an accident. Jeff and his wife had never had children.

After they finished, Jeff lit a cigarette and casually asked, "I heard that Cao Shan was someone you approved to get in?"

"No way... he was recruited at a job fair," Shen Si explained, snuggling close to Jeff.

"He does look a bit like your ex-boyfriend. But you have to separate work from personal feelings. I don't need to say more about that. If he really can't do it, I won't keep him because of you."

"I know, he's just a kid, why are you so worried? Okay, sweetheart, let's go to sleep."

"Okay, baby, I love sleeping with you. My wife is tall and strong, like a man, I just don't find her interesting."

Jeff cuddled his lover Shen Si and fell asleep in their bedroom. Hanging in the room was a wedding photo of him and his wife, Wang Yimei. Lying in Jeff's arms, Shen Si inadvertently saw their wedding photo. She didn't feel disappointed; instead, she found it amusing and couldn't help but laugh every time she saw it.

Jeff's wife shared the same name as the volleyball star Wang Yimei. Not only the name, but their figures and appearances were almost identical—both were tall and robust women, standing at 1.9 meters. Jeff, at less than 1.8 meters tall, was a typical handsome middle-aged man, but his wife was so robust and unattractive. She had seen her once before, and the two were disproportionately large.

And in this wedding photo, although Wang Yimei had dressed up carefully, it looked like two old men taking a comical wedding photo.

Shen Si thought of Cao Shan, whom she had met for the second time today. For some reason, the little brat she had mentioned kept coming back to her. Was it because he really resembled her ex-boyfriend? Perhaps.

At 6:30, as the sky began to lighten, Cao Shan, Qu Yan, and Hai Bo boarded the bus into the city, bathed in the morning sun. Qu Yan and Hai Bo were used to waking up early. Since it was the starting line, they both had seats and chatted idly from time to time, occasionally showing affection. Many pedestrians cast surprised or even lewd glances at the tall Qu Yan, but she seemed unconcerned.

Cao Shan, on the other hand, was starting his first day of work. Yesterday, Qu Yan and Hai Bo had explained some sales procedures and client-building techniques to him, but it was all theoretical; today was the real test. Cao Shan was filled with trepidation and unease, even hoping the bus would never stop and never reach its destination.

After changing buses twice, the three of them finally arrived at the company. Qu Yan and Hai Bo suggested buying breakfast, which Cao Shan knew was to avoid them going into the company together and causing unnecessary trouble.

After entering the department office and clocking in, Bob strolled over, patted Cao Shan on the shoulder, and said, "How's it going? Time to get real work done today."

Cao Shan looked up at the manager and forced a smile, saying, "Manager, yesterday's research went well. I marked some points, and I'll try making some calls."

"Good, keep up the good work. Ask me if you don't understand anything." After saying that, Bob patted Cao Shan on the shoulder again for encouragement, then strolled back to his office area.

The following morning was a nightmare for Cao Shan. Soon, Qu Yan arrived, along with several other colleagues from the department. They had all made appointments with clients yesterday; some were preparing, some were making calls to confirm, and then they all left.

But it wasn't so easy for Cao Shan. Making phone calls is the first step in doing business, and also the hardest hurdle. After making five or six calls, Cao Shan couldn't take it anymore. These guys politely replied with a cold, "Thank you, we don't need it." Some hung up immediately, and some, probably after being harassed a few times, started cursing. How could Cao Shan stand that? He was about to start a fight on the phone when Bob hung up.

"What? You want to fight someone on the phone?" Bob said bluntly. He had been observing Cao Shan the whole time, and experience told him that this handsome young man wasn't cut out for sales; he was straightforward and wouldn't mince words.

Qu Yan, who was about to go out to meet a client, saw Cao Shan in such distress and quickly came over to Bob, saying, "Bob, didn't you say you wanted me to mentor this new guy? I have an appointment with a client, I'll take him out."

Bob waved his hand, "No need, you go by yourself. We need to give the new guy a brief training session, we'll mentor him tomorrow. He has to pass the phone-calling hurdle. Cao Shan, you stay here and make calls, take our Yellow Pages, and call them one by one!"

Helpless, Cao Shan had no choice but to obey his manager's orders and make calls one by one. He didn't get a single appointment all morning, gained little experience, and his confidence was completely crushed.

At lunchtime, Cao Shan groggily made his way downstairs, strolling slowly. Suddenly, someone gently tapped him on the shoulder from behind. Cao Shan turned around and saw Yang Fan.

"What's wrong? Why are you so dejected?" Yang Fan said with a smile.

"Nothing, I've been making calls all morning, I'm about to throw up," Cao Shan said, glancing at Yang Fan. Although Yang Fan wasn't a stunning beauty, she was still quite pretty. Although her nose was a bit big, her eyes were beautiful—classic almond-shaped eyes with large, sparkling pupils. Her short, student-style haircut further accentuated her youthful energy.

"Yeah, it's tough working in sales. Almost every month someone leaves," Yang Fan said playfully, kicking her toes as she walked.

"That's right, I chose the wrong profession," Cao Shan replied, his mood not improving much from seeing the pretty girl.

"Alright, stop thinking about it. It's break time now. Want to eat lunch?" Yang Fan asked.

"Sure, where should we eat?" Cao Shan finally realized his stomach was rumbling.

"Let's go to that little restaurant over there. I often eat there," Yang Fan said.

The two chatted as they walked. Cao Shan learned that Yang Fan was the same age as him, a recent graduate, and had found a receptionist job. Yang Fan was from Beijing and had taken the job purely to gain experience; there was no pressure, she was just doing it for fun. This was something Cao Shan, whose money was dwindling, greatly envied.

When they arrived at the small restaurant, Cao Shan and Yang Fan sat facing each other at opposite ends of the table, about to order, when a loud voice with a Northeastern accent barged in. "Oh my god, what are you two doing together? Come on, count me in!" Cao Shan turned around and saw Bob. Eating with his boss made Cao Shan a little awkward, but Yang Fan seemed even more annoyed, frowning reluctantly.

"Little sister, why didn't you invite your brother to lunch? Did you come here to see some handsome young man?" Bob spoke with a thick Northeastern accent, mimicking Beijing dialect, while patting Cao Shan's shoulder a few times. Cao Shan had no choice but to move over, and Bob plopped down in the middle of the table, pushing Cao Shan against the wall.

"Lu Hailong, watch your mouth, who's your little sister?" Yang Fan said irritably. Cao Shan realized that Bob's name was Lu Hailong, indeed a rural Northeastern name.

"Hey little sister, why can't you be nicer to your brother? Do you know how much I love you?" Lu Hailong liked Yang Fan, but Yang Fan hated him—uncultured, tasteless, and lacking in manners. He'd only managed to close a few big deals and become a sales manager through sheer grit, and now he thought he was a big shot.

"Lu Hailong, you!!" Seeing Lu Hailong's relentless nagging, Yang Fan was furious, but there was nothing he could do with this shameless scoundrel. Seeing Cao Shan playing on his phone, he said to him, "Cao Shan, what are you playing? Snake?"

Cao Shan glanced up at Yang Fan and replied, "Ah, Snake. Oh dear, I died." He then regretfully put his phone down on the table.

"What score?" Yang Fan also enjoyed playing Snake.

"860," Cao Shan said casually.

"Hey? Is this a 5510?" Yang Fan was interested in Cao Shan's phone and picked it up to play with it.

"Oh, 5510i, supports Chinese SMS." Cao Shan said casually, watching Yang Fan tap on the phone.

"Huh? Who's this? Big butt, thick legs, ha, you like this type?" Yang Fan flipped through Cao Shan's phone book, saw Qu Yan's number, and laughed as if he had discovered a new continent.

Hearing Yang Fan's words, Cao Shan's face turned red, and he quickly snatched the phone and put it in his pocket.

Seeing Cao Shan's strong reaction, Yang Fan also felt that he had gone a bit too far, and quickly said in a low voice, "Cao Shan, I'm sorry."

Lu Hailong quickly took out his phone, the same as Hou Jianguo's, a 388c, and handed it to Yang Fan, saying, "Here, little sister, play with your brother's... phone. Touchscreen!"

"Who wants to play with your crappy thing? Only a fool uses a Motorola." Yang Fan still didn't give Lu Hailong a good look, but still looked at Cao Shan with guilt. This made Lu Hailong quite embarrassed.

The food was served, and after only a few bites, Lu Hailong started spitting it out. All that talk about how amazing he was in sales back then, closing big deals in less than six months, and how it required not only hard work but also a sharp mind—it was all self-indulgent hype, because Cao Shan and Yang Fan weren't interested in any of that. Lu Hailong was about the same age as Shen Si, and there was a generation gap between him and Cao Shan

and Yang Fan. Lu Hailong boasted for ages without getting any reaction from them, leaving him feeling rather awkward. But salespeople are quick-witted, have sharp tongues, and are also very proud and competitive. Seeing Cao Shan and Yang Fan playing on their phones together, he thought, "Yang Fan has been shamelessly pursuing me for over two months without ever giving me a second glance, while Cao Shan, who's only been here a day, seems to be getting along well with me." He couldn't stand it. He adopted a superior's air and said to Cao Shan, who was eating, "Cao Shan, I don't think you're suited for sales. You're unwilling to work hard, and you're not very bright. You need more training. So, don't make any phone calls this afternoon. Go door-to-door. I don't expect much from you. Just give me 30 business cards tomorrow."

"Okay," Cao Shan mumbled in agreement, then asked, "Manager, what does door-to-door sales mean?"

"Hahaha, damn, you don't know anything? You don't even know what door-to-door sales is?" Lu Hailong seized the opportunity and laughed wildly, saying, "Kid! Door-to-door sales means you go to any office building and sell to me door-to-door, understand? First, it will greatly improve your sales skills, and second, it will greatly train your resilience, understand? Kid, you're a salesman, not a rich kid!" Lu Hailong said this with a ferocious expression while eating, chewing his food in a disgusting way, and then poking the table with his chopsticks. Crack! The chopsticks broke.

Lu Hailong casually threw his chopsticks on the ground and yelled, "Boss, what kind of lousy chopsticks are these! Give me a new pair, how am I supposed to eat this?" As he said the word "rice," he accidentally spat out a few grains of rice, which landed right in Yang Fan's bowl. Yang Fan was already disgusted enough by his talking while chewing, and this only made her more annoyed. She angrily said, "Lu Hailong, aren't you disgusting?" She threw down ten yuan and walked away without looking back.

"Hey, little sister, I didn't mean to! Eat a couple more bites, or you'll get hungry!" she said, chasing after him without paying. Cao Shan had no choice but to eat a couple more bites and pay the bill.

Back in the office, Lu Hailong gave him six books and a box of blank business cards to fill in his name. Only salespeople who had passed their probationary period would have their own business cards; this was one of Cao Shan's initial goals.

He stuffed the handwritten business card into his pocket, slung his heavy backpack over his shoulder, and the thin, frail Cao Shan left the company with his head down. Looking at his reflection in the lobby mirror, he saw his disheveled self—his hair was messy, his cheap suit wrinkled, revealing its price, his eyes were lifeless, and he carried a large shoulder bag. Cao Shan was overcome with sadness, silently thinking, "You are the most pathetic person in this city."

He sat on the bus, aimlessly wandering around. Autumn is Beijing's most beautiful season, and the scenery was still bright and beautiful, but the unfinished tasks and the seemingly impossible work weighed heavily on his mind, making him excessively depressed. Back in his school days, he used to come to the city to play, visiting Tiananmen Square, Beihai Park, the Summer Palace, or going to Xidan, happy and carefree. But now, in Beijing, he felt utterly lost and disliked this feeling. He got off

the bus in a daze, saw an office building, and went inside, only to be stopped by security guards as soon as he entered the lobby.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, what are you doing here?" The security guard, speaking with an accent he couldn't quite place, was incredibly arrogant.

"I...I'm here to discuss business," Cao Shan stammered, not yet adept at lying on the spot.

"Which company are you looking for?" The guard seemed experienced, apparently intercepting countless door-to-door salespeople every day.

"I..." Cao Shan didn't know what to say.

The guard smiled smugly and said, "Door-to-door sales, huh? Let me tell you, door-to-door sales aren't allowed here, get out of here!" he said rudely.

"What's wrong with door-to-door sales? I earn my money through my own skills!" In his panic, Cao Shan blurted out a stupid statement. "

Get out of here, get out of here!!" The guard impatiently began shooing him away.

At this moment, a group of onlookers gathered in the lobby, all dressed neatly and smartly, including many handsome men and beautiful women, a stark contrast to Cao Shan's disheveled appearance. He had never been so humiliated in his life, being bossed around by a security guard who was also a migrant worker. Not only did the security guard look down on him, but the white-collar workers watching the commotion also wore expressions of disdain.

Cao Shan was still kicked out. Looking at Beijing's blue sky and refreshing breeze, he felt incredibly depressed. Sales—this was a job for someone with no shame!

He stood blankly on the roadside. After this setback, he didn't have the courage to go to any other office buildings. He wasn't afraid of hard work or effort, but he was afraid of being looked down upon, afraid of those contemptuous glances. Cao Shan was quite a figure in school, but entering the workforce brought such a huge contrast. He felt a despair, a deep-seated despair. This door-to-door canvassing made him feel that Beijing was so unlovable, even terrifying.

Cao Shan wondered where he was going to get those 30 business cards. If he couldn't hand them in by tomorrow, would Lu Hailong, who already disliked him, fire him? At this moment, Cao Shan not only had no clients, but he didn't even have many friends. Desperate, he dialed Hou Jianguo's number from the few numbers he had on his phone.

Jianguo's company was in a small office building, but there was a security guard at the door. After a brief inquiry, Cao Shan confidently walked into the elevator—it was Cao Shan's first time riding a box elevator, and he envied Hou Jianguo for being able to ride it every day. He

exited the elevator and found Jianguo's advertising company. "Hello, may I ask..." The receptionist, seeing his standard salesman attire and somewhat disheveled appearance, politely stopped him, but Cao Shan could still see disdain in her expression.

"Hello, I'm looking for Hou Jianguo," Cao Shan said politely.

"Do you have an appointment?" The receptionist, busy with her own work, asked without looking up.

"Yes, I do," Cao Shan replied respectfully, awaiting the receptionist's reply. The girl was quite cute and pretty, not very tall, a little chubby, with beautiful, fair skin.

The receptionist made a phone call and then said to Cao Shan, "Hello, Manager Hou is waiting for you, please come in."

Cao Shan was momentarily confused. What manager? It sounded like he was meeting a big client. Before he could even enter, Hou Jianguo had already come out to greet him.

"Cao Shan, come in, come in," Jianguo greeted him politely, then said to the receptionist, "Xiao Xu, this is my friend. Could you please bring in a cup of coffee later?" He then led Cao Shan into the office area.

To his surprise, in just six months, Hou Jianguo had indeed become Manager Hou, a position equivalent to Bob Lu Hailong in their company. Not only did he manage several people, but what made him even more powerful than Lu Hailong was that Jianguo actually had his own office.

Cao Shan sat on the comfortable leather sofa in Jianguo's office. Immediately, the receptionist, Xiao Xu, brought in two cups of coffee, smiling warmly, completely unlike her previous coldness.

"Hello, please have some coffee," Xiao Xu said with a smile. Slightly plump and fair-skinned, Xiao Xu wore a dark business suit, which further accentuated her fair skin. Her round bottom was encased in her skirt, revealing her curves. Although her legs were short and thick, they exuded a cute charm. In short, this petite and voluptuous girl was quite adorable.

"Xiao Xu, this is my buddy, no need to be so polite, you can go ahead with your work." To Cao Shan's surprise, as Xiao Xu was leaving, Jianguo grinned and patted her round bottom. Xiao Xu didn't resist, but instead gave him a knowing look before closing the door and walking away.

As soon as Xiao Xu left, Cao Shan immediately asked, "What's going on? This is..." He pointed outside as he spoke.

Jianguo, with his legs crossed and hands behind his head, leaned comfortably back in his computer chair, swaying as he said, "Just a receptionist, just teasing her around."

"This chick's pretty good, quite fair-skinned, and has a big butt," Cao Shan said, winking.

"So-so, not bad looking, just a bit short and fat. You like big butts, I prefer small butts." After a brief evaluation, Jian Guo asked, "What's up, buddy? How's work? Why are you calling me?"

"Damn, how did you even get to where you are in sales? I'm going crazy. My manager made me go door-to-door, give him 30 business cards tomorrow, and I went to one office building and got kicked out as soon as I got to the lobby. It's inhuman work

." Cao Shan took a sip of coffee and complained. Jian Guo,

however, adopted a knowing tone and smiled, saying, "Sales is all about hard work. You're just starting out, and later when you're negotiating contracts and getting money from people, it takes even more brainpower, it's a real hassle. But your manager is pretty ruthless, who goes door-to-door these days? He's not messing with you, is he?"

"No, not at all," Cao Shan didn't want to tell Jian Guo about being bullied at work. Seeing how well Jian Guo was doing now, it would only make him look worse. Back in school, Cao Shan was better than Jian Guo in every way. Cao Shan then said, "Help me think of a solution."

"Easy," Jianguo said, picking up the phone and dialing the internal line. "Hey, Xiao Wang, ask our department's salespeople, Xiao Li and Xiao Sun, if they're not interested in finding clients, collect their unused business cards and send them to me. The more the merrier. Okay, coming right away."

A moment later, a young man dressed similarly to Cao Shan handed Jianguo three boxes of business cards.

Jianguo glanced at them, then handed them to Cao Shan, saying, "These should be about 200 or 300 cards. Use them sparingly; they should last you a week or ten days. But I advise you, even though these cards are useless to us, they might contain your potential clients. Tomorrow at work, make a call to confirm they're not needed before giving them to your manager. Remember, these business cards were painstakingly collected by my subordinates; don't waste them. They're resources."

Looking at Jianguo's arrogant leader-like demeanor, Cao Shan was somewhat displeased, but he silently nodded.

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