The Young Matriarch

Chapter 313: Chapter 313: Hanhan, see you tomorrow night
 

“The taste isn’t bad, Hanhan. If your company is ever taken over, and you’re swept out the door, you can just sell sweet soup on the street. I’ll come and support your business every day.”

Bai Chuwei, holding a white porcelain bowl, contentedly sipped the sweet soup as its sugary flavor soothingly coated her throat.

Duan Feihan: “…”

Even if he fell on hard times, he wouldn’t resort to selling sweet soup on the streets to make a living.

His reply was on the tip of his tongue, but Duan Feihan suddenly changed his mind, “Alright, since you like it, come over every evening. I’ll save you a bowl.”

Clutching the bowl, Bai Chuwei saw several bright red dates floating in it and stared at Duan Feihan, shocked.

When had this future antagonist learned to climb the proverbial pole like Duan Xingye? He was actually inviting her to come over every evening!

She was just bluffing!

Coming over to a man’s place every night… it kind of sounded like having an affair.

The phone on the dining table vibrated. Bai Chuwei glanced at the message.

Xue Qiu: ‘Ancestor, I’ve already fixed the problem with Salted Fish Video.’

Upon reading this, Bai Chuwei tilted her head back with the white porcelain bowl and downed the rest of the sweet soup. She got up and walked towards the window, then suddenly turned back with a smile: “Then… Feihan, see you tomorrow night.”

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Duan Feihan was momentarily startled, as Bai Chuwei’s lovely figure had already disappeared from the balcony…

She had really agreed?

Come every evening.

Duan Feihan suddenly remembered Duan Xingye’s words—”Uncle Four, one must have thick skin in life.”

“Don’t feel embarrassed. As long as you’re not embarrassed, it’s others who will feel awkward!”

“If there are no opportunities, learn to create them yourself! As long as your thoughts don’t slide downhill, you’ll have more ways to solve problems than problems themselves!”

There was some truth in that.

Duan Feihan looked at the empty bowl on the dining table, his lips curling into a faint smile. He leaned against the table, picked up his phone, and made a call.

There were several hundred employees at Salted Fish Video, over half of whom were working overtime at the company. The IT department was fully staffed.

When the manager saw the call from President Duan, his legs went weak, and he hastily steadied himself against a nearby table, his hands trembling as he held the phone.

It was President Duan again!

He had never seen President Duan so concerned about Salted Fish Video before. Why the constant calls nowadays?

A call from him was never good news.

Recalling that their Salted Fish Video had just crashed, the manager felt tearful as he looked at dozens of similarly anxious bald-headed programmers.

With another issue at Salted Fish Video and President Duan’s known bad temper, he presumed that someone was probably going to be fired, or at the very least, bonuses would be docked.

The manager shakily answered the call, “President Duan, hello.”

Duan Feihan was blunt, “Your backend system crashed again. This time it took nearly half an hour to fix.”

The manager felt as if he’d been punched in the gut; if this wasn’t an accusation, he might as well kick his own head around like a soccer ball!

The programmers were on the verge of tears; if it hadn’t seemed like someone secretly helped fix things, there was no way they could have managed it in half an hour…

Duan Feihan: “Very good.”

The manager felt a chill, thinking he might be demoted and couldn’t help wanting to offer an explanation. But he swallowed his words because—

Duan Feihan’s magnetic voice was clear, “The crash was good, double the bonuses for everyone.”

Manager: “???”

The crash… was good?

What the hell—Had President Duan gone mad from anger and spoke in sarcasm? Was he serious about doubling the bonuses?

Duan Feihan, who never wasted words, hung up the phone.

Duan Feihan looked at the sweet soup porcelain bowl, his lips curving into a slight arc.

Right, if the software hadn’t crashed, Bai Chuwei probably wouldn’t have come over tonight.

The timing was indeed perfect.