Chapter 7: This Fu Yue is a Little Different Now
11:00 PM.
The massive Chairmanâs office finally returned to peace.
After finishing the talk on the South City project, Pei Luomian took his leave politely.
Fu Yue was taken away under Shen Junnianâs protection.
Ji Hanmo stood alone before the massive floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the city’s sparkling lights.
Knock, knock.
The office door was knocked, and the woman with curly hair and gray eyes walked inâit was Ji Hanmoâs assistant, Monica.
“Chairman Ji.”
“Mm.” Ji Hanmo turned around, having returned to his role as the business emperor who didn’t show his emotions.
He pointed to the materials on the desk. “Organize the preliminary talks from tonight with Vice President Pei and the Shen family. Focus on following up with the feasibility assessment of the South City Medical Center project.”
“Yes.” Monica picked up the files, then asked tentatively, “Then… does the intent for cooperation with the Fu family need to be added to this project plan?”
Monicaâs expression was professional and serious.
Having followed her boss for so many years, after tonightâs sceneâthe Fu familyâs young master in that bizarre outfit, the Shen familyâs eldest son rushing in furiously and then protecting him as they leftâshe had already guessed roughly what happened.
Ji Hanmo remained silent for several minutes, his fingertip tapping repeatedly on the edge of the desk.
“Not for now,” he finally spoke coldly. “Set it aside.”
“Understood, Chairman Ji.” Monica nodded and didn’t ask further, turning to leave the office.
The door was closed gently, isolating the outside world.
Ji Hanmo fell back into silence.
He had been away from Haicheng for a year.
This time he returned just to integrate domestic business and, incidentally, handle the trouble caused by his younger brother Ji Linyueâs romantic entanglements.
He had originally intended never to provoke Fu Yue again.
That name was an existence in his past memories that he didn’t want to touch easily.
The first time was in university, meeting him in high schoolâstanding at the end of the corridor, his school jacket draped casually over his shoulder.
Back then, Fu Yue was untamed, unrestrained, and didn’t try to please anyone.
The noon sun shone on him, making his entire being seem to glow.
Years later, seeing him again, he had turned into a troublesome, frivolous, and unscrupulous playboy.
The kind of person Ji Hanmo detested the most.
Thus, that name was hidden away by Ji Hanmo, never to be revisited.
However, for some reason, at this charity gala, he had inexplicably cast his gaze upon him.
Afterward, he actually brought him back to his own room.
Ji Hanmo had expected back then that in the bedroom of the presidential suite, Fu Yue would surely try some trick on him again.
But in those eyes soaked with the drug, there was nothing but simplicity and helplessness.
This Fu Yue seemed to have changed again.
To the point where today, Ji Hanmo invited him over.
He had expected that under the temptation of the South City golden project, this Fu Yue would perhaps talk about other things, using various frivolous words and hints to flirt with him, turning this commercial negotiation into a hunting game.
He would say, “My proposal is you, Chairman Ji.”
Then Ji Hanmo could finally let his heart turn to ash again.
But tonight, though he appeared in ridiculous clothes, he spoke frankly and talked on and on about the construction of an “e-sports park.”
Ji Hanmo sat back in his office chair, his fingers brushing the fabric of his dress pants where Fu Yue had just lain.
He frowned, his expression turning dark and unpleasant. He had always prided himself on being the hunter and detested things slipping out of his control.
“Monica.” He called his assistant’s phone.
“Boss, what are your orders?”
“In the future, if Fu Yue asks for a meeting, push it all back.” After Ji Hanmo said this, he paused for a few seconds before adding, “If he wants to see anyone from the Ji Group, refuse those as well.”
Hanging up, Ji Hanmo stood up and walked to the window again, looking down at the entire city.
The lights were brilliant, and the traffic was like a woven tapestry. Everything seemed to still be within his grasp.
The day after getting rid of the Bunny Girl outfit, Fu Yue was just about to go out for a stroll when he received a call from the Fu familyâs serious and traditional eldest brotherâFu Cheng.
“Xiao Yue, you haven’t shown your face at the office for a month. Go report to the HR department today and work at least two days. If you don’t go, don’t even think about keeping your cards and sports cars.”
The call was hung up mercilessly, leaving Fu Yue standing dazed in the wind.
Work?
I have a system now, and I still have to work?
[Host, the novel world must run normally; just endure it.]
The system’s voice was playful: [Anyway, you can slack off at work.]
Fu Yue thought about it and felt it made sense.
Slacking off was something he was very good at.
He changed into a low-profile white shirt and black trousers, throwing on an iceberg-gray flight jacket. He picked the most low-key Cayenne from the garage and rushed to the Fu Group headquarters.
The HR Director, Steven, was waiting in the lobby early and took him upstairs.
“Young Master Fu, this is your workstation.” Steven pushed open the door to a private office. “The coffee machine and massage chair are ready. The computer has a 4090 graphics card, and the latest games are installed. Is there anything else you need?”
Fu Yue scanned the configuration, which rivaled a hotel suite, and his mouth twitched: “Is this much exaggeration necessary?”
Director Steven smiled: “This was Chairman Fuâs specific instruction.”
“Fine.” Fu Yue draped his jacket over the back of the chair. “Go on with your work.”
Steven took several looks back before leaving the room, only hoping in his heart that this little ancestor would sit peacefully until the end of the day.
Unfortunately, trouble always comes uninvited.
Fu Yue played two rounds of games and felt bored, so he decided to wander into the main office, only to see two beautiful female colleagues arguing until they were red in the face.
It was over a project rewardâa designer bag.
Fu Yue hated seeing people fight.
After listening for a few seconds, he decisively pulled out a black card from his pocket and placed it on the desk.
“Stop fighting,” he said with a frown. “I’ll buy the bag. Both of you get oneâsame style, different colors. Go to the official website and order now; send the bill to me.”
Anyway, the money in the novel couldn’t be taken away, so he might as well spend it.
The two who were at each other’s throats a second ago went silent instantly, looking at Fu Yue with gazes that mixed surprise, admiration, and even bashfulness.
“Young Master Fu, about that…”
Director Steven was just about to invite this “firefighting hero” back to the office when he was grabbed by the arm.
The beautiful HR manager was trying to persuade an emotional employee: “Xiao Zhang, there’s really no need to resign; the current external environment isn’t great…”
“No need? Can core code be ‘borrowed’ too? Why don’t you go borrow the password to a bank vault? I don’t care; Iâm done.”
Zhang Ningâs face was green with rage. “Heâs stealing! He even copied the spelling errors in my variable names!”
Hearing this, Fu Yue couldn’t help but let out a snicker.
Everyone turned to look at him in unison.
“Don’t be angry,” Fu Yueâs DNA was stirred, “Take me to see it.”
The Fu family’s young master graced the IT Department.
The department head rushed over upon hearing the news, standing to the side with a deep frown, while a crowd of employees craned their necks to watch the excitement.
Discussions broke out in the distance, the volume gradually becoming hard to suppress.
“Isn’t he the famous useless young master?” someone whispered. “He probably doesn’t even know how to use Excel. What is he pretending for?”
“Shh! Can’t you talk quieter?” someone next to him poked him with an elbow.
“I bet five hundred yuan he only knows the 26 letters of the alphabet,” Lisa rolled her eyes. “Last time he came, he needed a secretary just to turn on the printer.”
“What do you know?” Mike cut in sarcastically. “This is a young master experiencing life. He’s tired of sports cars and yachts, so now heâs here to act like heâs in a short film!”
Several colleagues giggled at the malicious sarcasm.
Fu Yue ignored the spectacle and walked to Zhang Ningâs computer to look at the code.
“Him copying shows your logic has value. But him copying your bugs too shows he only knows how to copy-paste,” Fu Yue evaluated calmly and sharply.
Zhang Ning was stunned, watching this young master sit in his chair and use a shortcut to bring up the programming window.
“Being able to write core code proves you have ability. But,” Fu Yue paused intentionally for effect before continuing, “making it so others can’t copy you is what makes you great.”
Next, only Fu Yueâs clear explanations and the crisp sound of keyboard clicking remained in the office.
This seat had become the focus of the department the moment Fu Yue stepped into the IT section.
Now, a whole floor of programmers listened to terms like “Dependency Injection,” “Decoupling,” and “Multi-threaded Pool” coming out of his mouth. The expressions on their faces shifted from initially watching a joke to being filled with astonishment.
An hour later, Fu Yue hit the final Enter key.
The eyes of the onlookers were filled with amazement.
“Young Master Fu, you didn’t just add an encryption algorithm; you refactored the old architecture using a new design pattern,” Zhang Ning marveled. “This is… too incredible.”
Fu Yue only gave a slight smile and didn’t explain further.
Fortunately, the technical level in the novel world was much cruder and more backward compared to the real world.
With his experience as an excellent programmer, optimizing these was practically a dimensional strike.
He patted Zhang Ningâs shoulder, just about to give him some encouragement to dissuade him from resigning, when he felt a scrutinizing gaze sweep over.
He followed the gaze and was startled.
In a camel-colored wool suit and gold-rimmed glasses, looking refined and abstinent, was Pei Luomian, whom he had met just a few days ago.
Seeing the confusion in Fu Yueâs eyes, Pei Luomian took the initiative to explain.
“The Fu family invited me here to give a health lecture,” Pei Luomian gestured toward the large conference room across the office area. “It just ended. I saw you come in and came over to say hello.”
Fu Yue nodded, not planning to actively chat with him.
According to Pei Luomianâs original character setting, seeing him would be an eyesore, and he wouldn’t come to say hello at all.
Although the person before him still had an iceberg attitude, something was definitely wrong.
Fu Yue felt that the less trouble, the better.
Especially since Pei Luomian would have a plot with Chen Bai in the future. If he got too close to him, it would be truly dangerous.
When Fu Yue left the IT department, Pei Luomianâs long legs allowed him to catch up in two or three steps, walking side-by-side with him.
But Fu Yue insisted on staying silent through the awkwardness.
On the way to the elevator lobby, the atmosphere was silent.
“I didn’t expect you to know so much about technology,” Pei Luomian opened the conversation, his voice clear and pleasant.
“Oh, I know a little,” Fu Yue replied vaguely.
He watched the elevator numbers change, only wishing the elevator would arrive quickly.
Pei Luomianâs eyes behind his lenses saw through Fu Yueâs perfunctory attitude, so he didn’t speak again.
The elevator arrived with a “ding.”
The moment the elevator doors opened, Pei Luomian dropped a sentence: “In the future, if you encounter any difficulties at home, you can look for me.”
After saying that, he gave a slight nod and turned to leave.
The elevator descended at high speed, but Pei Luomianâs heart was not as calm as his pace.
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