The gifts naturally varied in tier according to the media outlet’s perceived influence. The first tier comprised portable tablets valued at three thousand yuan, the second tier offered smartphones worth eighteen hundred yuan, and the third tier included MP18 portable players costing a thousand yuan!

At other companies' press conferences, hosts usually provided modest, exquisite gifts—things like tea leaves, Zippo lighters, Swiss Army knives, or local specialties. Wang Chaowuliang’s approach completely defied expectations; watching truckloads of tablet computers being given away left everyone bewildered!

Consequently, some of the more seasoned attendees hesitated to accept. They thought, "What game is this company playing?" Giving gifts is fine if done discreetly; why hand them out so openly in front of everyone? How are we supposed to explain this back at the office?

But soon, staff members approached these hesitant individuals and whispered something in their ears. Immediately, their expressions softened, and they happily accepted the gifts, because Wang Chaowuliang’s people had explained that once the products launched, there would be advertising budgets available. "Just run a few campaigns with us," they'd said, "and how could you possibly fail to explain it then?"

As for the individual bloggers, they were overjoyed by this unexpected surprise! They immediately resolved to update their blogs furiously upon returning, striving to earn the favor of Wang Chaowuliang again, which could lead to an all-expenses-paid trip to Jiangzhou and a hefty gift besides!

Did Wang Zhuo’s actions constitute bribery? He had specifically consulted a lawyer about this, and the reply was that it did not count! However, the lawyer’s advice was cleverly phrased, concluding with an addendum: if the recipients were not members of the media, then it would count as bribery.

The uncrowned kings truly were another privileged class… Wang Zhuo mused, harboring a hint of wicked amusement.

"Those kinds of smiles are the most endearing."

Wang Zhuo pointed at a chubby website editor and chuckled to Fu Xinran, "I bet he’s going to write a mushy, effusive report as soon as he gets back. Do you believe me?"

"I believe it," Fu Xinran replied with a light laugh. "If you gave me a tablet computer, I’d happily be an amateur ghostwriter for someone for a whole month."

"Look at your ambition," Wang Zhuo said, shaking his head with exasperated amusement. "Go see Finance in a moment and claim twelve tablet computers. From today onward, your spare time for the next year belongs to our products."

Gan Shuang, standing nearby, let out a sudden snort of laughter. Fu Xinran blushed and grimaced, "Boss, I also need my off-hours for dating. How about a compromise? I’ll take two computers, and in exchange, I’ll give you sixty days of my spare time over the year?"

Wang Zhuo was so annoyed he scratched his head, chiding her with frustration, "Your goal should be stock options—a future billionaire status, a seaside villa, world travel! Understood, my dear young lady?"

"I know all that," Fu Xinran nodded vigorously. "But before those goals are met, I have one small desire: to own my own tablet computer…"

"Got it," Wang Zhuo sighed helplessly, waving his hand at her. "And one for your boyfriend too, right? Go claim them at Finance right now!"

"Thank you, Boss!" Fu Xinran immediately jumped up happily, gave Gan Shuang a quick greeting, and bustled out.

Watching her leave, Gan Shuang smiled, "Your secretary has quite the personality." Wang Zhuo chuckled, "She’s a secretary, not an assistant."

Over the past few months, Gan Shuang had learned a great deal from Fu Xinran, and the two had formed a very close bond. This closeness had, in turn, made Wang Zhuo and Fu Xinran’s relationship warmer as well—a blend of boss-employee dynamics mixed with the easy familiarity of good friends.

Many companies placed high value on maintaining a formal distance between superiors and subordinates, believing it fostered better management. But Wang Zhuo preferred a work atmosphere filled with human warmth; if everyone maintained a perpetually stern, strictly businesslike demeanor, he wouldn't be able to stand being in the office at all.

It was for this reason that he let Fu Xinran call him 'Boss' instead of 'Mr. Wang' or 'Wang Zhuo,' and playfully insisted she was a secretary, not an assistant. Gan Shuang could only react with helpless amusement to his playful indulgence in this "Boss and Female Secretary" dynamic—everyone else was putting on a serious front, while he preferred to be delightfully unconventional.

"Sister Fu has been working overtime quite a bit lately; rewarding her is only right," Gan Shuang remarked, then held out her hand to Wang Zhuo with a smile. "I’ve also been working for you for over half a year without pay, Mr. Wang. Isn't it time to settle my wages?"

"Why count pennies when we’re family?" Wang Zhuo reached out and pulled her close, taking her hand with his left, while his right hand moved brazenly beneath the hem of her pencil skirt. "What's mine is yours—the entire Wang Chaowuliang belongs half to you."

Gan Shuang tightened her legs, preventing him from reaching too deep, and deliberately huffed, "Don’t write blank checks. Then I want two computers first."

"Isn’t one enough for you?" Wang Zhuo asked. "Besides, the specs on these computers are pretty standard. I’ll buy you a better one later."

"No, I insist on two," Gan Shuang tilted her chin up. "Your secretary gets two!"

"A little jealous," Wang Zhuo sniffed. "Are they having dumplings in the cafeteria for lunch? Why does it smell like vinegar?"

"Are you giving them to me or not?!" Gan Shuang pressed down on his hand that was sneakily exploring beneath her pencil skirt.

Wang Zhuo’s smile turned mischievous. "Never mind two, I’ll give you twenty—but only if you agree to one condition. And I think you know what that condition is."

A blush immediately spread across Gan Shuang’s face at a visible rate. She shook her head violently like a rattle drum. "No way! I’m not going to play along with your hooligan games here!" Just then, Fu Xinran cheerfully pushed the door open and walked in, carrying two gift bags. She happened to catch the latter half of Gan Shuang’s sentence and saw Wang Zhuo’s hand intimately tucked inside Gan Shuang’s skirt, causing her to freeze with an embarrassed, wry smile.

"My apologies, I didn't see anything, please, continue…"

She swept out of the office like the wind, leaned back against the door, pulled a funny face, and firmly shut the door. After a moment’s thought, she walked toward the adjacent office.

Inside the office, Gan Shuang angrily twisted Wang Zhuo’s arm. "It’s all your fault; you made Sister Fu laugh at me." Wang Zhuo grinned wickedly. "The pesky light bulb is gone, my dear Shuang Shuang. Let me have some pleasure now."

Pleasure your head! Just as Gan Shuang was about to curse him, he gave a gentle tug, causing her to lose her balance and tumble onto him.

She rarely wore high heels. When she stood on her own, it was manageable, but when Wang Zhuo pulled her, she couldn't keep her footing.

As soon as she fell, Wang Zhuo began to grope her. She quickly pleaded, "Stop it! My clothes will wrinkle! I’ll spend time with you tonight, okay?"

Wang Zhuo shook his head with a sly smile. "Tonight won’t do. I like you in this outfit."

"Then… then this afternoon, at your place," Gan Shuang pleaded, while carefully pressing down on the buttons of her blouse, terrified a sudden movement might pop one off.

Wang Zhuo remained unmoved. "You’ll have taken your makeup off by this afternoon. I want to see you with your makeup on."

"Then what exactly do you want?" Now Gan Shuang was in a difficult spot. This office was temporarily rented, and the hotel staff had keys—it wasn't secure!

Wang Zhuo had already considered the same issue. His eyes darted, and he smiled cunningly. "I have an idea. Come with me."

Inside the venue, the media personnel who had collected their gifts began to exit. Every person, regardless of status, passing the venue exit received a delicate gift box from a staff member, containing four bottles of Wang Chaowuliang beverages: two bottles of "Essence Formula" and two bottles of "Concentrate Formula."

The Essence Formula could be drunk as is, with better effects if consumed before drinking alcohol; the Concentrate Formula was portable, containing only one hundred milliliters, suitable for emergency use or for sipping while drinking alcohol.

Judging by the packaging, this trial set was worth at least two hundred yuan. People were somewhat expectant of this trial set because Wang Zhuo’s confidence in his product was so immense.

No one could have predicted that before Wang Chaowuliang officially hit the shelves, as the supply of this trial set dwindled and its notoriety grew, it would even be hyped to prices reaching several thousand yuan per set. Officials or bosses who needed to drink heavily to secure important public relations projects would spare no expense to acquire this set. After all, having this item could practically substitute for a stomach wash or secure a ten-million-yuan order; investing a few thousand or ten thousand in this area was extremely worthwhile!

However, no one could foresee how sought-after this trial set would become—not even Wang Zhuo himself. So, everyone treated it as a little extra from the trip, grabbing it casually as they left. Some people even handed it off to friends or the hotel security guards immediately upon exiting the main door.

The office door was locked. Wang Zhuo leaned back against it, his expression relaxed and blissful. The solution he had devised was indeed effective, and Gan Shuang knew she couldn't fight his superior strength, so she relented.

She had prepared meticulously for days to attend this formal occasion, only for Wang Zhuo to give her absolutely no opportunity to appear in public. All her preparation was meant solely for Wang Zhuo’s appreciation.

She crouched down in front of Wang Zhuo. From his perspective, he could see the severe bun neatly coiled at the nape of her neck, her smooth, full forehead, her distant, gentle eyebrows, her lashes—meticulously drawn, long, and dense—her water-like eyes hinting at unspoken desire, her straight, high nose bridge, the elegant curve of her delicate face, and those full, crimson lips that looked ready to yield…

She dared not undo a single button for fear of a sudden visitor, but Wang Zhuo still found ways to heighten the intimacy. He pulled her pencil skirt up to her waist, and when she crouched before him, he was perfectly positioned to admire the alluring curve of her rear, encased in sheer stockings.

Wang Zhuo had always failed to understand why some men’s underwear featured a front fly opening. Wouldn't men have to undo their belt and pull down their trousers to relieve themselves?

But today, he finally understood. Sometimes, undoing the belt made things inconvenient. In those moments, the zipper of the trousers and the front opening of the briefs proved useful, offering a unique kind of thrill!

Dressed in a suit, Gan Shuang was alluring and captivating. Though completely covered, she presented Wang Zhuo with an entirely new visual delight. Now, Wang Zhuo finally understood why there were so many suggestive stories about bosses and their female secretaries. What could possibly be more enjoyable than secretly savoring the intimate attentions of one's secretary right there in the office?