The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

David was even more efficient than Chen Zhi had anticipated.

Just three days later, Taylor Swift's team confirmed the trip, with a group of twelve flying from Los Angeles to Beijing, with the flight scheduled to land at 2 p.m. on Thursday.

When Chen Zhi received the confirmation email from David, he was sitting on his bed in room 404, eating an apple.

The email included a 14-page checklist of reception procedures, covering everything from airport pick-up vehicle specifications and hotel suite standards to meeting room tea and refreshment brands, with each item marked "Taylor Team's Mandatory Requirements".

The more Chen Zhi read, the uglier his expression became.

Article 1: A business vehicle must be provided for airport pick-up.

He glanced at his mode of transportation, Didi Chuxing.

Article 2: A fixed driver will be provided throughout the trip, and the standard attire will be a dark suit.

He glanced again at his wrinkled hooded sweatshirt.

Article 3...

Chen Zhi threw the apple core into the trash can, lay on his back on the bed, and stared blankly at the upper bunk for three seconds.

He, the CEO of a company with a valuation of 4.5 billion US dollars, couldn't even afford a small business vehicle.

It's not that I can't afford it, it's that I really didn't buy it.

The reason is embarrassing to admit: he has three girlfriends, and he can't leave any of their things in the car. He even has to change the scent of the car air freshener every time. Chen Zhi took a taxi for a year just to avoid this fatal loophole.

But not anymore.

You can't expect a top global singer to sit in the back seat of a Didi Chuxing car, listening to the driver play "I Can't Afford to Get Hurt" while they sign a contract, can you?

Chen Zhi rolled over and took out his phone.

I scrolled down to "Pei Ningxue" in my contacts.

I hesitated for half a second, then dialed.

I answered the phone after it rang twice.

"explain."

Pei Ningxue's voice had a slight nasal tone, probably because she was dizzy from staring at reports in the office.

"Um... Sis, there's something I want to discuss with you."

"When you call me 'sister,' it's usually not a good thing."

Chen Zhigan chuckled: "Taylor's team is arriving in Beijing the day after tomorrow, and I need to pick them up from the airport. Could I borrow your Phantom for a couple of days, including the driver?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

It's been quiet for quite a while.

"President Pei? Are you still there?"

"I'm here." Pei Ningxue's voice turned soft. "Chen Zhi, are you serious?"

"What do you mean by being serious? It's just borrowing a car—"

"You're going to take my car to pick up other women."

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Chen Zhi's forehead.

"She's no other woman; she's our spokesperson, whom we hired at a cost of tens of millions of US dollars to open up overseas markets. It's purely a business arrangement."

"Purely business activity." Pei Ningxue repeated these words. "You take your CFO's car and your CFO's driver to pick up the world's hottest female celebrity, and then use that female celebrity to help your other girlfriend win a championship."

"Tell me straight, which part of this has absolutely nothing to do with me?"

Chen Zhi opened his mouth, only to find that he couldn't refute it.

"Shall I rent one?"

"Rent?" Pei Ningxue's voice rose several decibels. "You, a person worth billions, are going to rent a car from a rental company to pick up an international superstar? If word gets out, do you think it's you who's embarrassing yourself, or Deep Space Technology?"

Chen Zhi: "..."

"The car is yours." Pei Ningxue paused, "The driver is yours too."

Chen Zhi breathed a sigh of relief: "Thanks—"

"Shut up, you haven't finished."

Chen Zhi shut up obediently.

"First, add another entry to your debt book. Second, after picking up the person, that car must be at the Wanliu Academy building that very night, with both the person and the car present. Try missing either one."

"receive."

"third--"

"besides?"

"Buying a car for the company, this week, is an executive recommendation from the CFO, not a request from your girlfriend. For a company valued at 15 billion US dollars, the CEO taking Didi (ride-hailing service) is embarrassing, even if you don't find it shameful."

Chen Zhixin thought that what was said made sense. If a prestigious company like Deep Space Technology didn't even have an official car, the capital circle would laugh at them.

"Okay, I'll get it done this week."

"Okay." Pei Ningxue's tone softened. "I'll send you the driver's number on WeChat later. Old Zhao has been with our family for almost ten years. He's very disciplined, so you can use him without worry."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Zhi lay on the bed and sighed for a while.

I have to say, hiring this CFO was definitely worthwhile. He earns a monthly salary of three thousand yuan, doesn't need the five social insurances and one housing fund, does the work worth five million yuan a year, and even pays out of pocket for a Rolls-Royce Phantom as an official car.

Every time I make her angry, a few kisses and hugs are all it takes to make her happy again.

Is there any better deal in the world?

……

Thursday at 1:20 PM.

Chen Zhi stood outside the international arrivals exit of Daxing Airport. The black cashmere coat he was wearing was something Pei Ningxue had insisted on giving him last week, saying that "to represent the company's image, you can't dress like a refugee."

Behind him was a black Rolls-Royce Phantom with a Beijing license plate (京A). Old Zhao was dressed in a sharp black suit and white gloves, his back straight, the standard image of a private driver.

Chen Zhi glanced at his watch; there were still forty minutes until the flight landed.

Dai Da-mai sent a message: "Boss, the meeting room is set up."

Chen Zhi replied with an OK.

Twenty minutes later, the electronic screen in the arrival hall showed that the flight had landed.

Chen Zhi straightened his coat and walked to the position directly opposite the exit passage.

David was the first to come out.

This guy was 1.8 meters tall, with blond hair and blue eyes, wearing a well-tailored gray suit. As soon as he saw Chen Zhi from afar, he opened his arms and rushed over.

"Boss! My Boss!"

David put his arm around Chen Zhi.

"Alright, alright, let go. Don't let people think we're having an affair." Chen Zhi patted his back.

David let go of him and lowered his voice to speak in Chinese. This guy had been working on Wall Street for ten years, but his Chinese was more fluent than some international students:

"Taylor's people come out immediately. Her agent is Jeffrey, a real old fox. Don't talk about money when you meet today. What they care about most is just how powerful Moss is. You have to demonstrate your technical capabilities first and make them feel that partnering with Deep Space Technology is a win-win situation."

Chen Zhi nodded.

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people walked out of the passage.

Leading the group were two burly bodyguards, followed by four or five staff members in suits.

Then there's Taylor Swift herself.

Standing at 1.8 meters tall, with long golden hair draped over his shoulders, wearing retro sunglasses and a camel-colored trench coat, he looked incredibly good even after just getting off a plane that had been flying for over ten hours.

The middle-aged man next to her is probably her agent, Jeffrey.

He had gray hair, was lean, and had an expression that carried the polite but distant air of a seasoned business negotiator.

Chen Zhi stepped forward and extended his right hand.

"Ms. Swift, welcome to Beijing. I am Chen Zhi, CEO of Deep Space Technology."

Taylor took off her sunglasses and glanced at him.

You could tell she was a little surprised; she probably hadn't expected that the CEO of this AI company, valued at $15 billion, would look like a college student.

In fact, he is indeed a college student.

"You're younger than I expected." Taylor shook his hand and smiled.

"I often hear that," Chen Zhi replied with a smile, turning to the side and gesturing for them to enter.

Old Zhao had already opened the rear door of the Phantom.

Taylor's agent, Jeffrey, glanced at the car, nodded slightly, and seemed satisfied.

The convoy departed from the airport and headed straight for the ICC.

On the way, Chen Zhi and Jeffrey discussed some general topics, mainly the general structure of the endorsement contract and Moss's global promotion plan. Taylor herself was quite easygoing and even asked a few technical questions about Moss, such as "Can it really write its own songs?"

Chen Zhi said he could, but the songs he wrote lacked human soul, so we still need true artists like you.

Taylor was amused.

Jeffrey stood by without much expression, but Chen Zhi noticed that he took out his phone and sent a message to someone, and the word "good" could be vaguely seen on the screen.

……

It was exactly 4 p.m.

20th floor of the IAPM Center.

The moment the elevator doors opened, the two girls at the front desk saw the tall, blonde woman walking behind Chen Zhi, and their professional smiles turned into blank stares.

One of them trembled slightly but made no sound.

Taylor waved to them in a friendly manner.

Both receptionists simultaneously exclaimed "Ah!" and covered their mouths.

Chen Zhi led Taylor's team through the open-plan office area toward the conference room.

Along the way, the expressions on the faces of the employees on both sides of the workstations were quite interesting—

First, I glanced up casually.

Then freeze.

Rub your eyes again.

Then he hurriedly picked up his phone and frantically typed in the work group.

As Chen Zhi passed by the technical department's workstations, a programmer wearing thick-rimmed glasses tugged at the sleeve of his colleague next to him.

"Old Zhang, am I hallucinating from working so much overtime...? Why do I feel like that was Taylor Swift walking past just now?"

Old Zhang didn't even look up, still typing away: "Last time you were working overtime, you said you saw JJ Lin making coffee in the break room."

"No, this time it's for real, you fucking look up!"

Old Zhang looked up impatiently and glanced in the direction his colleague was pointing.

Holy crap.

"I told you it was a real person!"

"Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap—" Old Zhang jumped up from his workstation. "This is the spokesperson that General Manager Chen hired?!"

The news spread like wildfire throughout the office area.

Within ten seconds, Deep Space Technology's internal group chat exploded.

[Tech Team 1 - Xiao Wang: No, can anyone tell me why Taylor is in our company?]

[Operations - A-Jie: One person at the front desk has already fainted; now only one person is on duty.]

[Finance - Lisa: President Pei approved a budget for an overseas spokesperson before, I thought it was going to be some kind of YouTube influencer...]