Who Would Fall in Love After Being Reborn?

Chapter 234: Discovering the True Delight of Wine!

Since the business license had not yet been issued and the office was still undergoing renovations, Jiang Qin felt there was nothing much to broadcast about the company’s establishment. Thus, he planned a modest celebration by inviting everyone to enjoy a hotpot meal at Room 207.

“Do we have any more ingredients?” Jiang Qin asked.

Wei Lanlan stood up, rummaged through the refrigerator generously sponsored by Zhang Baiqing, and replied, “We’ve only got a box of lamb left.”

“Wenhao, could you go out and buy some more?”

“Boss, don’t send Old Dong; he’s been pretty tired these days. Let Feiyu go instead.”

Su Nai, now one of the three highest-ranking supervisors, pushed up her glasses and said, taking a legal and reasonable command of Lu Feiyu.

Jiang Qin was somewhat surprised, thinking to himself that the female programmer had unexpectedly learned to show concern for others: “Alright, let Feiyu do it. Quick there and back.”

“Sure, boss. I’ll get it done.”

Su Nai revealed an enigmatic smile: “Old Dong, you’re too considerate of the boss. If you were sent, you’d definitely buy cheap stuff to save money and suck up. Feiyu is different; he’s straightforward and dares to splurge on company expenses.”

“?????”

Dong Wenhao gave her a deep look: “Sister Su Nai, it seems you’ve unconsciously started to resemble the boss.”

“I am nothing like him!” Su Nai retorted with disdain.

“What are you talking about?”

“Nothing, boss.”

Jiang Qin gave Su Nai a strange look, then took out his phone to call Feng Nanshu, inviting the naive little devil over for hotpot.

Since it was a celebration of the new company, the boss lady definitely had to be there. Although Jiang Qin didn’t say it out loud, he hoped in his heart that the little rich lady wouldn’t miss any important moments.

After all, despite her constant humming and dawdling, never involving herself in Room 208’s business, her popularity was actually higher than his, the boss.

Soon, the sound of little leather shoes echoed through the empty corridor.

Feng Nanshu naively entered Room 208, finding no one there, and then proceeded to Room 207. She maintained a cool, goddess-like demeanor along the way, but upon seeing Jiang Qin, she suddenly felt like whining.

“You’re sweating so much? How did you get here?”

“I ran over, panting all the way,” Feng Nanshu replied seriously.

Jiang Qin laughed, thinking he had worried unnecessarily about this silly girl feigning naivety: “I know you ran here, but why are you so exhausted?”

The little rich lady extended her hand: “I ran from the front plaza.”

Jiang Qin took her small hand: “In those little leather shoes?”

“Yep.”

“Feng Nanshu, do you know how to ride a bike?”

Feng Nanshu shook her head, looking up at him: “Jiang Qin, I’m so naive, I don’t know how to do anything.”

The little rich lady had always been chauffeured to and from school since childhood, rarely ventured out alone, and thus had little exposure to bicycles or electric scooters.

Jiang Qin considered buying her an electric scooter to play with, but with the ongoing renovations and recruitment, he lacked the time to teach her.

Well, he thought, let’s buy it anyway.

At that moment, Lu Feiyu, who had gone out for groceries, returned, laden with bags and panting, his fingers red from the strain.

Jiang Qin’s mouth twitched, wondering if he had been too harsh, seeing Lu Feiyu so burdened.

“Boss, I’m back. I bought a lot of stuff, all the best and most expensive. If we can’t finish it all, we’ll just store it in the fridge for next time!”

“You’re such a spendthrift…”

Su Nai wore a smug expression, thinking to herself that the stingy boss always criticized her and Lu Feiyu for lacking emotional intelligence. So what? They had the intelligence to spend money wisely!

Soon, everyone sat down, combining tables, and set up a spicy hotpot base and a bone broth base, one red, one white. After splitting them open and immersing them in water, they turned on the heat.

In no time, the fragrance of the spicy hotpot spread through the room with the steam, rich and aromatic.

Just as everyone was about to start eating, footsteps echoed again in the hallway, and the door of the adjacent Room 208 opened.

“?”

Jiang Qin paused with his chopsticks and looked towards the door, only to see Professor Yan coming out of Room 208 with a grim face, entering Room 207: “Jiang Qin, so you really are keeping a dog in the Entrepreneurship Center? If it weren’t for my surprise inspection, I’d still be in the dark!”

Jiang Qin was speechless, thinking the professor had come for the hotpot scent, not an inspection.

“Wenhao, set up a bowl and chopsticks for the professor!”

“Right away!”

Professor Yan’s face flushed, but before he could protest, Jiang Qin suddenly ran to Room 208, opened a cabinet, took out two bottles of wine, and “accidentally” showed the receipt.

“Damn, how did you see the receipt for these eight-hundred-plus yuan bottles? Alright, I’ll be honest; I bought them a few days ago and have been reluctant to drink them. Today, let’s honor you with them.”

“…”

“Professor, don’t hesitate. Room 207 is the moral low ground of the whole world. It’s not surprising to enjoy good things here. Just leave your bottom line at the door and pick it up on your way out.”

Hearing this, the obediently seated Feng Nanshu couldn’t help but wiggle her feet.

After a moment of silence, Professor Yan unobtrusively walked in and sat between Jiang Qin and Dong Wenhao. Although the pot wasn’t boiling yet, the professor wielded his chopsticks swiftly and adeptly.

Of course, drinking alone is no fun.

Professor Yan had drunk Wuliangye alone here last time, so this time he insisted on dragging Jiang Qin down with him, so he wouldn’t regret it when sober.

Jiang Qin had no choice but to join in, eating, drinking, and chatting.

Seeing Jiang Qin not playing with her, Feng Nanshu quietly stole his wine to drink, only to find it spicy and started coughing, her little mouth turning red.

“So, is this meal to celebrate the official establishment of your company?”

“Yes, Professor. It’s necessary for this stage of my project’s development to establish the company.”

Professor Yan, holding his glass of wine, became somewhat sentimental: “That’s a good thing, definitely worth celebrating. Come on, let’s have a drink, just the two of us.”

“To you, Professor,” Jiang Qin raised his glass and drained it in one gulp, then his expression slightly froze.

He had already tested the two bottles of wine he bought and knew their taste wasn’t great. But this time, he unexpectedly tasted that same sweet and fragrant flavor, just like the wine at Juxianlou.

“?”

Jiang Qin turned his head towards Feng Nanshu, his eyes narrowing slightly.

His wine glass had been placed on his right side, within Feng Nanshu’s reach. Could the change in taste be related to her?

But at that moment, the little rich lady was intently watching the hotpot, sitting straight with an innocent and cute expression, then scooping up a slice of potato and eating it, looking utterly guileless.

Jiang Qin then turned back to look at Professor Yan, noticing the old man’s eyebrows shoot up after a sip of wine.

Eight hundred for this?

“Professor, how’s the taste of the wine?”

“Well, it’s alright…”

Professor Yan coughed, thinking to himself that he couldn’t just say it tasted bad. He had seen the eight hundred yuan receipt; he had to give some face.

Jiang Qin glanced sideways at his expression, thinking that the wine must be awful, but why did his own taste so good?

He switched to a new glass, poured a little wine to taste, and found the flavor suddenly ordinary.

Damn strange, he thought, does white liquor improve with time? Is there such a thing as ‘waking up’ liquor?

It wasn’t until Jiang Qin, in a moment of enlightenment while chatting with Professor Yan, suddenly turned around that the mystery unraveled.

Feng Nanshu was holding his wine glass, coughing from the spiciness, her little tongue sticking out, truly both naive and playful.

“Little rich lady, what are you doing?”

“I, I was just tasting it.”

Feng Nanshu put the glass back on the table, looking guilty yet defiantly at him: “It doesn’t taste good. I won’t drink it again next time.”

Jiang Qin suddenly realized, the sweet and fragrant flavor wasn’t from the wine, but from Feng Nanshu’s saliva…

So, just how sweet was her little mouth?

Jiang Qin picked up his glass and silently drank for a long time, his emotions fluctuating wildly.

…

On Tuesday, under the bright sunshine, Jiang Qin’s top-floor office began its renovation.

As Wanzhong Mall was constantly undergoing reforms, from the basement to the third floor, there were mature renovation teams stationed, and Jiang Qin discreetly borrowed one of the teams to do some private work for him.

Of course, Jiang Qin intended to pay, as he couldn’t do too many shameless things. He just took advantage of his relationship with He Yijun to get a discount.

This, he thought, is called having a sense of boundary!

“Boss, do you want double-layered frosted glass or single-layered sandblasted glass for your private office?”

“What’s the difference?”

The head of the renovation team explained, “Double-layered frosted glass can have patterns and offers better sound insulation, while single-layered sandblasted glass doesn’t insulate sound much.”

“So, is the double-layered frosted glass more expensive?” Jiang Qin immediately caught the key point.

“Yes, quite a bit more.”

“Alright then, use double-layered frosted for the innermost room, and single-layered sandblasted for the others.”

Jiang Qin planned to use the inner room as his office. Although he had no immediate need for sound insulation, he thought it wise to prepare for any future needs.

(TL: Damn tbh to enjoy this novel to its fullest you really gotta be perspicacious and get all these jokes(?))

Around noon, around lunchtime, all the staff from Room 208 drove to Wanzhong Mall.

Yue Zhu, Jiang Qin’s part-time secretary, was the first to greet them in the lobby. Looking at these fresh-faced youngsters, she felt a bit dazed, finding it hard to believe that this group of college students had developed group buying and supported Wanzhong’s entire pure sales business chain.

It felt as surreal and absurd as being told her eight-year-old nephew had beaten up a ninety-kilogram boxing champion.

Then, the group of more than a dozen people followed Yue Zhu to the top floor and swarmed into the office.

Seeing the spacious flat with its impressive floor-to-ceiling windows, they were all shockingly astounded.

“Boss, did you rent this? How much did it cost?” Su Nai’s mouth fell open in amazement.

Jiang Qin pinched his thumb and index finger together, showing a half-centimeter gap: “Not much, just about this much.”

Su Nai measured it herself: “That’s not very thick. At most fifty hundred-yuan bills. So, you got this huge office for five thousand? Is it a monthly rental?”

“What I meant was my thick skin. It cost me just a few millimeters of skin per hundred square meters.”

“…”

After a moment of careful logical analysis, Su Nai suddenly understood. Damn, the boss had gotten this large office through sheer thick-skinnedness!

Impressive indeed. It seemed true that those with thick skin rule the world.

Unaware of the resource exchange between Jiang Qin and He Yijun, Su Nai still found it impressive.

“Boss, are we going to move our office here later? Won’t it be inconvenient since everyone still has classes?”

“No, you guys will still work from the school for now. This office will be used for something else.”

AN: Requesting for monthly tickets

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