Wang Zhuo knew, of course, that a fake secretary could never be as capable as a real one.

But he also knew that his current situation made it unwise for him to continue chasing fleeting affairs.

Furthermore, Fu Xinran and her childhood sweetheart boyfriend had just gotten back together, and their romance was in that fiery ascent phase; even if he harbored any mischievous thoughts, he'd have nowhere to act on them.

Yet, he forgot a saying: the workings of fate are vast, and worldly affairs are unpredictable; many things happen irrespective of individual will.

It was like how his relationship with Guan Yingying should have remained strictly formal, yet an accidental detour on a night in Taoyuan led them astray; and how his life with An Qi should have had no intersection, but a forgotten key transformed their dynamic into what it was now.

For someone favored by Providence, his life was destined to be vibrant and colorful, the kind others dared not even imagine, let alone envy.

Even if he desired a low profile, a simple existence, it remained unattainable.

It was like X-ray vision; when luck strikes, one cannot evade it.

God favored Wang Zhuo, even if he was merely an imposter priest.

Perhaps this is what they meant by "a man in the jianghu cannot control himself." In this day and age, getting things done requires 'the right connections' or 'knowing the ropes.' After receiving Wang Zhuo's generous tokens, the thousands of media outlets returned and immediately began singing praises, hyping up "Wang Chao Wu Liang" to the skies, suggesting a genuine industrial overhaul was imminent.

In reality, they hadn't even managed to finish drinking the four-bottle case of enhanced beverage.

The momentum-building campaign was in full swing.

The more related reports the public consumed, the more attention they paid to this mysterious new product, especially those whose work, social life, or entertainment revolved around alcohol.

They were filled with anticipation for this new offering.

According to unofficial tallies, there were hundreds of thousands across the nation who earned a living by accompanying people while drinking, and millions whose lives and work were closely tied to alcohol.

The former desperately wished for an indestructible body and an enormous capacity for drink; the latter overwhelmingly hoped that the future would unfold exactly as the media described: an industrial revolution about to erupt, leading to an explosive leap in domestic alcohol market development.

These enticing promotional slogans weren't conjured up by the reporters; they were provided to them under Wang Zhuo's directive by Fu Xinran.

As for the reporters' genuine thoughts? They felt "Wang Chao Wu Liang" could claim to be the twentieth leader of the Ghost Division and they'd still believe it.

After all, bragging wouldn't cost anyone their life, nor would it result in pregnancy; so, everyone joined Wang Chao Wu Liang in the grand exaggeration.

If they talked big, they got rewarded; if the hype crashed, they wouldn't be held accountable.

What was there to lose? Everything was proceeding meticulously yet systematically as the auction bidding event for "Wang Chao Wu Liang" was rapidly approaching.

These past two days, Wang Zhuo noticed Fu Xinran seemed somewhat subdued.

A period? He didn't use his clairvoyance to peek beneath the beautiful secretary's skirt, merely glancing at her handbag.

He found no suspicious items like large bandages or tampons! A secretary and her boss should be intimately allied comrades, Wang Zhuo reasoned, so he boldly inquired, "Xiao Xin, is something weighing on your mind lately?" Fu Xinran was a Crayon Shin-chan fanatic; all her trinkets were related to Shin-chan, even the microphone opening on her phone had a tiny, nail-sized Crayon Shin-chan sticker—the version where he's wiggling his 'elephant.' So, after becoming familiar with her, Wang Zhuo privately started calling her Xiao Xin, which coincidentally sounded like her given name. "Sigh," Fu Xinran let out a weary sigh, managing a wry smile. "Xiao Bai left for Guangxi, carrying a huge suitcase...

Before leaving, he made a grand declaration—saying he was going to conquer a vast territory and return riding auspicious clouds to marry me." Wang Zhuo almost burst out laughing.

This fellow named Ji Guang truly cared for Fu Xinran; his affection was impeccable.

However, his temperament was simply too naive, always pursuing impractical endeavors with childish ideas.

Crayon Shin-chan had a pet dog named Shiro (Xiao Bai in Mandarin), with whom he shared a deep bond.

Since 'Xiao Bai is Xiao Xin's cotton candy,' Ji Guang also acquired the nickname Xiao Bai. "He went to Guangxi to conquer territory?" Wang Zhuo paused, then asked with a smile, "What's he doing there, sounding so full of vigor?" "He said a professor from his university invented some kind of new medicine, and he was being very mysterious, refusing to tell me the details.

He told me that by going now, he'd be a founding member of the company.

Once the company expanded, he’d at least be treated as a five-province distributor or even an international pharmaceutical representative.

He even claimed the professor had already been to the Central Star region and even posed for a photo with the Number One Leader!" "A bright future, then?" Wang Zhuo felt a surge of suspicion and pressed quickly, "Did he take a lot of money with him when he left, and mention investing or anything like that?" "Thud!" Fu Xinran leaned her elbows onto the desk, propped her chin in her hand, and smiled bitterly, "You suspect he was swindled into a pyramid scheme too?" Wang Zhuo pursed his lips and shrugged, "Yes.

Guangxi Province is a crucial link in our conglomerate's copper mining industry.

Although I've only visited three times myself, the company has many staff stationed there, and I'm very clear on the local situation." "Is the situation serious?" Fu Xinran asked. "How to put this..." Wang Zhuo carefully chose his words. "Take the city that the media criticized last year for inaction.

They shut down over four hundred cells last year—averaging at least one bust per day.

Yet, they still received a public reprimand for poor performance.

Just imagine what that implies." After his analysis, Fu Xinran became anxious. "Could Xiao Bai have been tricked too?" Wang Zhuo smiled reassuringly, "It's also possible I'm overthinking it.

Why don't you try video calling him first, see the environment around him, and then we can analyze further?" Fu Xinran immediately looked dejected. "But he called me last night and said the company has a strict confidentiality policy, so after that last call, he has to turn in his phone." "Then I don't have any better ideas either," Wang Zhuo spread his hands helplessly. "If it really is a pyramid scheme, we can only wait for news.

He'll call back when all his money has been scammed away." Fu Xinran nodded with a wry smile, then added with residual worry, "But could he be in danger?" "Not likely," Wang Zhuo chuckled. "He uses a tablet, an iPhone, and even his branded sportswear costs over three thousand yuan.

People like that, who are clearly high-value targets, will certainly be pampered.

Why would they ever risk harming a single hair on his head?" Fu Xinran considered this and felt it made sense.

Just as her boss said, if it were a pyramid scheme, they wouldn't trouble someone like Xiao Bai who possessed considerable assets.

Moreover, once the money he carried was depleted, there would certainly be follow-up action, giving them time to decide then. "Your Xiao Bai isn't mature enough; letting him get out and gain some experience isn't bad.

He's young; setbacks can be a form of tempering," Wang Zhuo commented calmly.

Fu Xinran agreed with a nod, but she found it strange that such seasoned words came from a twenty-year-old boss.

Xiao Bai, who was twenty-two this year, was suddenly deemed an immature youth in his estimation! With Wang Zhuo’s gentle counsel, Fu Xinran temporarily put her childhood sweetheart Ji Guang aside and devoted herself wholeheartedly to work.

Meanwhile, Ji Guang was currently in a small suburban hotel, listening to the professor’s lecture with rapt, self-forgetful excitement.

Before him lay an open Pandora's Box—a glorious, promising future was laid bare.

Join now, pay the fee quickly! Wang Zhuo believed that experiencing setbacks was a form of tempering—this held truth.

However, he was still only a young man of twenty, and often approached problems too simplistically.

Jade cannot be shaped without carving, but one must be mindful of the method used during the carving.

Taking Ji Guang, this piece of unpolished jade, the current method of refinement was absolutely unsuitable for him...

April first, April Fools’ Day, arrived! "That day, every single white flower in Hong Kong sold out, all because it was the brother's most unforgettable..." Wang Zhuo was surprised to find Qi Fei was a devoted fan of 'The Brother' (Leslie Cheung).

He wondered, had he never noticed her liking for danmei literature before? That day, Wang Zhuo spent his time peacefully on campus.

He received a few harmless practical jokes, two confessions from male students, and the entire class was fooled by a professor, turning a planned test into a self-study session.

That evening, he 'graced' the Wang Chao Dual Beauties.

Afterward, he thought about weaving a scary story to frighten them, but when he looked up at the alarm clock on the bedside table, he realized it was already two in the morning on April second! In the early morning, Wang Zhuo woke up early.

His broad, round bed held his jade-like body sprawled out, with Qi Fei and Guan Yingying still deeply asleep.

Normally, he would certainly have stirred up some mischief—perhaps waking one for a morning kiss, or using them as props for his morning exercise, allowing them to awaken amidst a tide of intense pleasure.

But today was an important day.

Even the habitually carefree Wang Zhuo was solemn, because the "Wang Chao Wu Liang" auction bidding event was scheduled for that afternoon, truly marking the opening curtain of the main performance! He quietly slipped out of bed, went to the living room, did a set of push-ups, stretched his legs, and was exercising with meticulous focus when Guan Yingying emerged from the bedroom wearing a bathrobe, yawning widely. "Morning," she waved casually at Wang Zhuo before heading into the bathroom.

Wang Zhuo continued his workout.

A moment later, she finished and emerged, looking in and out of the bedroom doorway.

She gave Wang Zhuo a sly, crooked finger gesture and whispered softly, "Hurry over." Wang Zhuo approached with suspicion.

She pulled him to the bedside and, with a mischievous glint in her eye, said, "She tricked me yesterday; you need to help me get revenge." Wang Zhuo knew that Qi Fei had indeed played a prank on Guan Yingying.

Hearing she wanted revenge, Wang Zhuo chuckled softly and asked, "How do you plan to retaliate?" "I’ll let her taste my saliva," Guan Yingying said, smiling sweetly, reaching out to gently pry open Qi Fei’s jaw.

Wang Zhuo watched beside them, caught between amusement and exasperation.

Guan Yingying noticed he was slow to act and urged him on, "What are you doing? Hurry up and help me?" "How do I help?" Wang Zhuo was confused, thinking that all she needed to do was flip her onto her back and spit on her. "So dense, do I really need to spell it out for you?" Guan Yingying impatiently pulled him over, tugged down his elastic waistband, and leaned down to meet him.

A moment later, she left him completely drenched, then proudly flashed a victory sign: "Let her eat some 'Saliva Chicken'!"