Stealing The Wind But Not The Moon [Completed]

19. Did You Earn A Degree From Pennsylvania Uni?

Chu Zhichen returned to his room, unable to find solace in sleep. This marked the first time he had committed a blunder ever since he became a secretary, and the embarrassment consumed him.

The scene of Xiang Mingzhang waiting for him to come to the rescue, only to be humiliated by his own actions at the banquet, played over and over in his mind, evoking a sense of amusement.

Although he admitted his mistake, he pondered upon Xiang Mingzhang's repeated assertion that he was not a gentleman. In a way, it justified the bias against him, right?

Restless, Chu Zhichen tossed and turned in bed, finding little respite in sleep. Fortunately, the following day's schedule was not overly demanding, allowing him the luxury of a few extra moments of rest.

Upon waking, the first thing Chu Zhichen did was check his mailbox, where he discovered a document sent by Xiang Mingzhang at three in the morning. He proceeded to freshen up and get dressed before heading to the hotel's photocopying room to fulfill the requirement of printing two copies.

That morning, there was a casual exchange in a coffee shop, attended by four or five influential companies, each possessing a significant say in their respective industries. The seminar conducted the previous day acted as a screening process, paving the way for this gathering.

With his belongings in order, Chu Zhichen made his way to Xiang Mingzhang's room. He raised his hand to knock on the door, taking a deep breath as he waited.

Embarrassment often leads to twitchiness. Maintaining an upright posture, Chu Zhichen opened the door and proceeded directly to the office area without diverting his gaze, swiftly gathering his computer and carrying it along.

Xiang Mingzhang reclined against the floor-to-ceiling screen, his arms folded. Foregoing a suit, he exuded an air of relaxation. He inquired, "Have the documents been printed?"

"Everything is bound and placed in the bag," replied Chu Zhichen, casting a quick glance at his watch. "The driver should be waiting downstairs."

Perhaps induced by the red wine, Xiang Mingzhang had enjoyed a sound sleep and seemed to be brimming with energy. "Let's go," he exclaimed cheerfully.

Arriving on time at a street-facing coffee shop, the entirety of the second floor had been reserved in advance, devoid of any outsiders. Casual conversations took place before finally delving into business matters.

Chu Zhichen positioned himself behind Xiang Mingzhang's right-hand side, assuming the role of secretary and diligently taking notes. While the focal point of their communication remained the "billing mode" issue, the discussion ventured into deeper territory.

Attentively listening, Chu Zhichen grasped a great deal of information that had previously eluded him in the materials.

Amongst this group of elites, some spoke assertively while others fiercely refuted. For the first twenty minutes, Xiang Mingzhang remained silent, as if savoring his coffee amidst the dialogue.

When urged to address him as "Boss Xiang," Xiang Mingzhang gently placed his cup down and answered with a gentlemanly smile, "I dare not assume such a title."

Chu Zhichen employed a fresh page to record the conversation.

Leaning slightly back in his chair, Xiang Mingzhang exuded comfort and an air of pride. On average, he attended two meetings per day, and what irked him most was when speakers rambled for 2,000 words instead of delivering an effective 800-word speech. After all, who would want a long-winded speech at an opening ceremony?

"Xiang Yue recently acquired a company," Xiang Mingzhang revealed, "operating in the medical field."

Unable to resist glancing sideways, Chu Zhichen recognized that Yisi's current situation fell far short of these companies. He listened intently to Xiang Mingzhang's words.