Chapter 152 Late-Night Takeout Connoisseur
"Bro, why are you sitting on Yingzi's private sofa? She loves that little sofa the most and never lets anyone touch it. You should get up quickly before you make her angry."
Liao Fan walked over, anxiously trying to persuade him. His voice was louder than the sound of Yingzi typing on her keyboard, as if he was afraid she wouldn't hear.
"What does it have to do with you? Why do you talk so much? Can't you see I'm trying to rank up? If I lose this game, are you going to take the blame for me?" Jiang Siming retorted, shutting him down.
A flash of anger crossed Liao Fan's face, but he still wasn't ready to give up. He turned to Li Yingzi and said, "Yingzi, take a look yourself. I can't control your classmate. Not only did he sit on your favorite little sofa, but he's lying down on it, without even taking off his shoes!"
At this moment, Liao Fan resembled a schoolboy tattling to the teacher.
Jiang Siming acted like he didn't hear a thing, and even gracefully took a moment to pick his nose with his right hand.
Without turning around, Li Yingzi replied, "I told him to sit there. Do you have a problem with that?"
"But you normally hate it when anyone touches that sofa," Liao Fan said, his face full of confusion.
He once accidentally sat on it and got scolded by Li Yingzi in front of a whole group of colleagues. She even took the cushions off and replaced them with new ones.
That's when he realized Li Yingzi had a serious cleanliness obsession. Her personal items were strictly off-limits to others.
Yet, for some reason, Jiang Siming didn't seem to be an issue.
"That's because he's not just anyone. Xiao Ming isn't like the others. Do you have any business here? If not, please leave, and make sure to close the door on your way out," Li Yingzi said without turning around, her fingers still rapidly typing away.
Liao Fan was furious. He glanced at Jiang Siming, who was now lying down, and jealousy, resentment, and frustration bubbled inside him.
"No problem, I'll just sit here for a bit and chat with this brother," he said.
Without caring whether Li Yingzi agreed or not, he pulled up a chair and sat next to Jiang Siming, trying to strike up a conversation.Nôv(el)B\\jnn
"Bro, you've got some sharp style. What's your profession?"
"Late-night food delivery taste tester," Jiang Siming responded coolly.
"What? There's such a job?" Liao Fan asked, confused.
"Of course. I'm also a back-to-bed nap artist, the Best Actor in 'Whatever, We'll See,' an exclusive spokesperson for 'I'll Think About It,' and the sole inheritor of the ancient non-material art of being perpetually broke."
Liao Fan: "????"
"Heh, you're a funny guy. So, why are you here to see Yingzi? If it's anything about the securities firm, you can come to me. Yingzi may be a manager, but she's only the deputy. I'm the district general manager here. I can help you with any problems you have," Liao Fan said, trying to steer the conversation away from Jiang Siming's strange job titles.
But to Liao Fan's surprise, Jiang Siming immediately sat up and asked, "Really? You can solve any problem?"
"As long as it's within my capability, no problem," Liao Fan said confidently, patting his chest.
"Do you know any senior traders?" Jiang Siming asked.
"Of course. I know at least twenty top traders in the industry. Five of them are right here in this securities firm. Are you looking for them to handle your stock trades?"
"Then never mind. Just give me their contact information. But how can I be sure these people are truly senior professionals?" Jiang Siming replied with a skeptical expression.
Liao Fan slapped his thigh and said, "You don't trust me? Ask Yingzi if you want. These people are well-known in the industry. She knows all of them."
"Is that so? Well, thank you in advance. How about handing over their business cards?" Jiang Siming said, reaching out his hand.
Liao Fan was about to give them to him when he suddenly stopped himself, realizing he was about to fall into a trap. Why should he help Jiang Siming unconditionally?
"Bro, I can give them to you, but it has to be an equal exchange," Liao Fan said, leaning closer and lowering his voice so only the two of them could hear.
"Tell me some gossip about Yingzi. You're her close friend, so you must know a lot of her secrets. Spill everything—what she likes, what she hates, any embarrassing moments from high school, whether she's ever dated, and so on. The more details, the better."
A little gossip, Liao Fan thought, surely Jiang Siming wouldn't refuse. And once he spilled the beans, Jiang Siming's chances with her would be ruined.
After all, no woman would ever like a man who casually revealed her secrets to others.
As long as he added a few exaggerated words in front of Li Yingzi, Jiang Siming would definitely be blacklisted by her.
Meanwhile, he could learn more about her likes and dislikes, giving him a shortcut to pursuing her.
But who could have expected Jiang Siming to completely defy logic? He loudly called out to Li Yingzi, "Yingzi, he asked me to tell him your gossip and said the more details the better. Can I tell him?"
"If you dare, I'll stab you to death with my pen, you lousy Xiao Ming!" Li Yingzi glared at Jiang Siming.
But it was just a harmless 'warning' to Jiang Siming. She immediately turned back and gave Liao Fan a much more terrifying look.
In Liao Fan's mind, he was screaming all sorts of curses, but he couldn't say a word aloud. He was so angry he could've strangled Jiang Siming.
"Yingzi, you've misunderstood. I was just curious and wanted to know more about you..."
"Cut the crap! Get out, I don't want to see you!" Li Yingzi immediately ordered him to leave.
Liao Fan wanted to salvage the situation, but Li Yingzi was clearly angry, and he had no choice but to reluctantly stand up.
Before leaving, he glared at Jiang Siming with fury and said, "Don't even think about getting any of those people's contact numbers. You won't get a single one!"
"It's fine. Didn't you say Yingzi knows them too? Plus, she's right here." Jiang Siming flashed a bright smile, showing his white teeth. Liao Fan gritted his own in frustration and eventually stormed off in anger.
"Xiao Mingzi, did you do that on purpose?" Li Yingzi asked, half angry, half amused as she locked her gaze on Jiang Siming.
"Of course not. Shouldn't I have told you? If anyone asks in the future, I'll just answer truthfully, okay?"
"You dare!" Li Yingzi raised the pen in her hand, looking fierce.
At that moment, Jiang Siming felt like he was back in high school. This was her signature move, one he often saw when she stood by his desk.
"Come on, hurry up and finish your work. I'm about to fall asleep here, and I'm waiting to eat lobster," Jiang Siming said.
After more than an hour, Li Yingzi finally finished her report. As they walked out of the office, they found Liao Fan still waiting outside.
Jiang Siming was impressed. This guy's persistence really was something.
But this kind of desperate, clingy approach to courting a girl only made them dislike him more. Experience tales at empire
Wasn't this a perfect example?
"Liao Fan, here's the report you wanted. You can discuss it with your clients. Xiao Ming, let's go," Li Yingzi said with a cold expression.
Liao Fan realized that if he didn't make some kind of move now, his relationship with Li Yingzi would probably enter the ice age after today.
He quickly pulled out a large bouquet of roses he had just bought and ran to Li Yingzi, dropping to one knee, attempting to turn a passive situation into an active one!