Top-tier Unruly Master

Wang Enming for a moment truly doubted if he had heard wrong.

The plainly dressed young man in his early twenties before him was actually the General Manager of the Dancheng Branch Company.

That was the Qin's Group, backed by one of the Huaxia Country's Four Great Families, and it was also one of Huaxia's top fifty enterprises. If one did not see it with their own eyes, who would believe that a young man in his early twenties could be the General Manager of a branch company?

At this moment, Wang Enming was shocked, as was Zhen Xiang, who stood beside him, so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth.

Zhen Xiang also found it difficult to accept this reality. She really had no way to equate Ding Fan with the General Manager of the Qin's Group branch company. It should be known that even Dancheng's mayor had to be very polite to the General Manager of the branch company.

At this time, Zhen Xiang suddenly came to understand something.

It was about her flowers. She finally realized why the branch company had given her all the flower business. She had no connections, was just starting out, and didn't have much experience. Zhen Xiang had been confused about this.

Latter on, her shrewd father and cousin both thought it was because some big shot in the Qin's Group had taken a liking to her. Now it seemed that was not the case at all. The main reason was because Ding Fan had been silently helping her from behind.

"Manager Ding, it's truly a case of 'a monk hits the bell—a bystander understands the sound,' a family not recognizing its own. Look at this misunderstanding we've made," Wang Enming quickly changed his attitude, adopting an ingratiating expression.

Although Wang Enming had the support of the Yanjing Royal Family, after all, that was just a matter of mutual benefit, and he had to pay a substantial fee to the Royal Family every year. In the end, he was not a direct descendant; Wang Enming was simply seeking the Yanjing Royal Family's protection with money.

So how could Wang Enming dare to offend Ding Fan? That was a direct descendant of the Qin family. If he offended them and the Qin family really got angry, it was possible that they could flatten his pharmaceutical factory.

At that time, the Yanjing Royal Family certainly wouldn't tear their face with the Qin family over a small Fenghuang Pharmaceutical Factory.

Wang Enming's face was now a patchwork of green and purple, but he managed to squeeze out an obsequious smile, which was extremely disgusting to look at.

"If you think about Zhen Xiang again, I will never forgive you!" Ding Fan's tone was calm, but it did not hide his murderous intent at all.

After hearing Ding Fan's words, Wang Enming awkwardly laughed. He had been hit by Ding Fan, he was now actively trying to please him, but the other party simply didn't appreciate his gesture. With so many people watching, even with his thick skin, Wang Enming felt burning embarrassment.

In the meantime, Ding Fan didn't care about Wang Enming's reaction. He took Zhen Xiang's hand and walked straight out of the crowd, heading towards the company's gate.

Leaving a dejected Wang Enming behind.

"Take care of yourself," Qin Manshu said, leaving these words behind before she too turned and walked away.

Wang Enming felt suffocated. He was usually the one bullying others, but today he was the one being bullied. Even though he had had his face slapped, he still had to put on a smiling face, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

Wang Enming watched Ding Fan's retreating figure. His eyes shifted. "Ding Fan..."

...

Ding Fan, holding Zhen Xiang's hand, had already entered the branch company's door.

"What's going on?!" Just as the two had just walked through the company doors, the voice of Zhen Xiang's cousin could be heard from the side.

Zhen Xiang looked up to see her cousin and father staring at her and Ding Fan with astonished faces.

Zhen Xiang immediately realized her hand was still being held by Ding Fan. She blushed and hurriedly withdrew her hand from Ding Fan's palm.

"Kid, how many times do I have to tell you for you to understand that our Zhen Xiang isn't trivial. From now on, stay away from Zhen Xiang," Zhen Xiang's father said, pulling her over as if afraid she had been taken advantage of.

"You two were even holding hands... What if Director Huang from logistics sees this? Won't that be a disaster?" Zhen Xiang's cousin hurriedly came over.

Seeing the behavior of her father and cousin, Zhen Xiang felt speechless. These two shrewd men were embarrassing her.

"Dad, cousin, if you two continue talking nonsense, I'll ignore you both!" Zhen Xiang stamped her foot as she spoke.

"Alright, alright... we'll stop," seeing Zhen Xiang was genuinely upset, her father didn't dare to tease her anymore, but he looked at Ding Fan with a warning in his eyes.

Ding Fan didn't take it to heart. He could tell that Zhen Xiang's relatives, despite being calculating, genuinely cared for her, which was different from the large families who married purely for interest.

It was the concern of common folk and the warmth of a family... After smiling to himself, Ding Fan turned to leave.

"Kid, you held my daughter's hand and you think you can just walk away?" Zhen Xiang's father said, pointing to a flowerpot beside him. "You're free right now, help me carry these flowerpots to the conference room."

Zhen Xiang paused, she hadn't expected her father to ask Ding Fan to help move the flowers.

Today's press conference for Jiangyuan Pharmaceutical Factory was on the second floor of the conference room, and the flowers there were taken care of by Zhen Xiang and her family.

"Dad, how can you make Brother Fan move flowers!" Zhen Xiang said, frowning.

"What? Is a big guy like him unable to lift a pot of flowers?" Zhen Xiang's father looked Ding Fan up and down as he spoke.

"Exactly, moving a few flower pots won't kill anyone," Zhen Xiang's cousin said.

Ding Fan didn't mind at all. He smiled faintly at Zhen Xiang. "Let me do it. It's no trouble."

"But..."

Just as Zhen Xiang was about to say something, Ding Fan shook his head slightly at her. "It's alright."

Without delay, Ding Fan picked up a flower pot from the ground.

"The person who just arrived is Manager Hu, just appointed yesterday. Be polite when you see him," Zhen Xiang's father whispered to Ding Fan, hurrying over to him with the advice.

At this moment, Ding Fan looked up to see Hu Jin approaching swiftly while looking at a stack of documents.

"Good morning, Manager Hu," Zhen Xiang's cousin said, snapping to attention.

"Good morning, Manager Hu..." Zhen Xiang's father busied himself greeting Hu Jin.

Hu Jin looked up to acknowledge the group with a nod and was about to walk away when, in the blink of an eye, she was startled to see Ding Fan.

Hu Jin doubted her own eyes for a moment and looked up quickly; the man behind Zhen Xiang's father, holding a flower pot, if not Ding Fan, then who?

"Quickly greet Manager Hu..." Seeing Hu Jin staring at Ding Fan, Zhen Xiang's father stood beside Ding Fan and whispered.

"Manager Ding, what are you doing here? What is this about?" asked Hu Jin, unable to believe what she was seeing and ignoring Zhen Xiang's father completely.

Moving flower pots, such a task surely wasn't something a manager of a company would do; announcing it would be a huge joke.

Manager Ding?! On hearing Hu Jin's words, Zhen Xiang's father looked at Ding Fan, momentarily unable to believe it.

It was true that Zhen Xiang's family had heard that the boss of this branch had the surname Ding, but they had never met him in person for such a long time.

Could it be that Ding Fan was the elusive Manager Ding?!

Ding Fan just smiled faintly at Hu Jin. "I saw they were having trouble, so I offered to help!"

Hu Jin frowned slightly. She simply couldn't understand what Ding Fan was thinking; a general manager of a company helping lift flower pots...

However, as soon as Hu Jin saw Zhen Xiang, it seemed as if she figured something out.

After starting to work in Dancheng, Hu Jin had heard about Ding Fan allocating five million to Yan Ruyao, a story that had spread like wildfire within the company; it would have been impossible for her not to know.

At first, Hu Jin had found it odd; Ding Fan always seemed disengaged, so why did he take such a keen interest in the pharmaceutical factory? But after meeting Yan Ruyao, she understood; Yan Ruyao was a great beauty.

It was obvious why Ding Fan would help a great beauty.

And today, Ding Fan helping move flower pots, a seemingly incomprehensible act, was also not hard for Hu Jin to explain in her eyes; Zhen Xiang was as beautiful as a flower, and Ding Fan's actions were clearly to win the heart of a beauty...

The lecher...

Although Hu Jin disdained Ding Fan's actions, after all, he was the general manager of the company, and she couldn't let him really move flower pots; that would tarnish the company's image too much.

Hesitating for a moment, Hu Jin directly called Director Huang of the Logistics Department. Soon after, Director Huang hurried over.

"Is the company short on staff now, making General Manager Ding have to move flower pots himself?" Hu Jin immediately chastised Director Huang upon his arrival.

General Manager Ding!

At this point, both Zhen Xiang's father and her cousin, even if they were the slowest to understand, realized what was happening; Ding Fan was indeed the general manager of this branch!

Zhen Xiang's father and cousin looked at each other, both feeling as if they'd been struck by lightning.

Director Huang, scolded by Hu Jin, hurried to take the flower pot from Ding Fan's hands. "Manager Ding, let me do it..."

"Manager Ding, there are already quite a few people in the conference room on the second floor. Let's leave these tasks to them and go upstairs," Hu Jin said to Ding Fan with slight annoyance.

Ding Fan nodded slightly. "Zhen Xiang, I won't be able to keep you company then. I will go up with Manager Hu first."

After speaking, Ding Fan left with Hu Jin to go upstairs.

"What's the matter with you all, making the general manager move flower pots!" Director Huang looked at Zhen Xiang's father and the others with some speechlessness.

Zhen Xiang's father blinked his eyes and took a while to collect himself. "I truly didn't expect that he was the general manager of your company!"