The ultimate master in the city

The building is fourteen or fifteen stories high, with a very grand exterior. There seems to be a courtyard at the back, and several rows of cars are neatly parked in the parking lot in front, with seven or eight well-dressed security guards directing the passing vehicles.

The building's main entrance was very spacious and bright, and men and women in business attire were going in from time to time. The three girls greeted people and went in as well.

Zhou Fengchen tilted his head and looked the building up and down, thinking to himself, "This is my father's shop? I've never been here before. It looks very impressive. Were those three girls working for him? Will it be too awkward going in later?"

After thinking for a while, he bypassed the security guard, touched his nose, and walked inside. He was almost blinded by the light once he entered the main gate; the lobby floor was as shiny as a mirror. A group of men and women were preparing to take the elevator; their suits and business attire were so beautiful. And the four girls at the reception desk had such heartwarming smiles.

He had no idea how conspicuous he looked, like a country bumpkin in the city, and how disheveled his wet clothes and messy hair were.

The four ladies at the reception desk looked over with surprise, and the twenty or thirty employees who were about to take the elevator also cast curious glances at them. The three girls who bought the buns opened their mouths in an "O" shape when they saw this.

The girl with the wet bottom frowned and pointed at him: "Are you out of your mind? What are you doing following me?"

Upon hearing this, the group of people nearby were even more surprised and asked what was going on.

The girl with the wet bottom said angrily, "I don't know what this person does. He was following us closely, bumped into us, and now he's come in again."

This immediately caused several male employees to erupt in anger, shouting, "Dude, get out of here! Or we'll get rough!"

Zhou Fengchen waved his hand, "Don't get excited, everyone! And that young lady, I really have no interest in following you. I'm here to find someone."

The girl with the wet bottom snapped, "Who are you looking for? Who do you think you're looking for here? If you don't leave, I'll call security!"

This is really difficult. Zhou Fengchen simply ignored her and walked to the reception desk. "I'm here to see my father. His surname is Chen!"

The four hostesses exchanged glances, and one of them asked, "Who is your father?"

Zhou Fengchen slapped his forehead, feeling dizzy with anger. He thought to himself, "What a stupid thing to say! I really don't know my dad's name. If I just say he's the boss here, will I embarrass him?"

The girl with the wet bottom scoffed, "That's hilarious! Is your dad a security guard or a cook here? Make a phone call and come meet him!"

Zhou Fengchen's temper flared up. "Damn it! You woman, have nothing better to do? Why are you arguing with me? My dad's the boss here, are you satisfied now?"

"Pfft!" Almost everyone burst into laughter, with the girl with the wet bottom laughing the loudest. "Your dad's the boss here? Haha, are you crazy? I've never heard of a boss like you..."

Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped, and the group of people around him also fell silent. The four ladies at the reception desk also sat up straight.

Zhou Fengchen found it strange and turned around to see a woman in her forties walking in. She was wearing glasses, carrying a briefcase, and looked very elegant.

When the woman arrived, the group of girls with wet buttocks said fearfully, "Hello, Director Sun."

"Hmm." The woman nodded with a straight face, glancing at Zhou Fengchen subconsciously before taking a closer look. She paused, then quickly put on a smiling face. "Oh, isn't this young master? What brings you here?"

"Uh..." The group of girls with wet butts were instantly stunned, and the four hostesses stared wide-eyed as if they had seen a ghost.

Zhou Fengchen looked at the woman in front of him, who was called "Director Sun," and felt that she looked somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her before. He asked in surprise, "Who are you?"

The middle-aged woman adjusted her glasses and said with a smile, "My surname is Sun. We met at your birthday party last time."

"Oh..." Zhou Fengchen still couldn't remember, but it should be someone who gave him a red envelope on his birthday. Just as he was about to say a few polite words, the phone suddenly rang. It was Chen's father calling.

After answering the phone, Mr. Chen said, "I forgot, it's raining outside. How did you get here? Should I send someone to pick you up?"

Zhou Fengchen said, "No need, I'm downstairs."

Mr. Chen said, "Then come up here and let the greeter show you around."

Zhou Fengchen spoke frankly: "Come down here yourself. I'm not trying to be mean, but all your employees are like lunatics. They're not even as polite as the dishwasher at my little restaurant. They judge people by their appearance and are mean-spirited. I'm afraid I might not be able to resist crippling them and making things difficult for you."

Chen's father paused for three seconds, then cursed, "Wait a minute, I'm coming down."

The father and son were on the phone while a large group of people listened intently. The "Director Sun" turned pale, and the girl with the wet butt and the others looked completely bewildered.

"Director Sun" gritted his teeth, turned around, pointed at the group of people, and cursed: "Look what you've done! I don't care anymore."

He gave Zhou Fengchen an awkward smile and then turned and ran upstairs.

Just then, the elevator doors opened with a "ding," and Mr. Chen, dressed in a suit and tie, walked out with a secretary.

The group of people, including the girl with the wet bottom, quickly stepped aside and respectfully greeted, "President Chen!"

Chen's father remained silent with a cold expression, but when he reached Zhou Fengchen, he put on a smile and scolded, "Son, you didn't even bring an umbrella in the rain! Look how soaked you are!"

Zhou Fengchen found it rather cheesy and interrupted, saying, "I'm used to it. Where's your office? Let's go."

The father and son entered the elevator on their own. Just before the doors closed, Mr. Chen said to his secretary, "Find out what's going on and which departments are involved!"

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Ding!

The elevator doors have closed.

A group of people outside looked worried.

The girl with the wet bottom looked fluctuating between anger and uncertainty. The two girls with her were in tears. "We finally found this job, and now we've angered the boss's son. What are we going to do?"

The male employee who had just lost his temper also looked dejected. "How can the boss's son be so unsophisticated? He has no sense of being a rich kid at all! I was supposed to get a promotion this week, and I was even planning to buy a house. Now it's all ruined, and I might even lose my job. It's so frustrating! Damn it!"

"Yes!" This one sentence resonated with everyone.

Inside the elevator.

Zhou Fengchen felt quite embarrassed. "Dad, please don't investigate. I'm magnanimous enough to understand. It's not worth arguing with them!"

Mr. Chen smiled and said, "You don't understand. In business, what matters is how much profit these employees can bring me. It's not like I'll fire them just because they're my son and they've offended you. But this kind of snobbish attitude needs to be taught a lesson."

"Okay, you're right!" Zhou Fengchen shook his head.

The father and son went up to the sixth floor. In the office, there were thirty or forty desks. The male and female employees first greeted him with "Hello, President Chen," and then looked at Zhou Fengchen with curiosity.

Mr. Chen nodded and, as they walked, introduced the office to Zhou Fengchen, "This is the Human Resources Department. My office is here, and there are more offices on the floors above and below..."

Zhou Fengchen was too lazy to listen to his father's nagging. He met the gazes of the group of people. He didn't know why his father had called him here. If a strange problem suddenly appeared in the office, it could only be caused by someone in such a crowded environment.

Unfortunately, after looking around, they still couldn't find anything, and the group was startled by his gaze.

Upon entering the spacious and luxurious boss's office, the secretary smiled and asked, "Would the young master like tea or coffee?"

Zhou Fengchen looked around and waved his hand: "Plain water, with a tiny bit of sugar."

The secretary was taken aback.

Mr. Chen smiled and pointed to the boss's chair. "Son, don't rush. Sit down first. I'll have someone go out and buy you some clothes. You can take a shower and change later."

"No need." Zhou Fengchen shook his head and asked bluntly, "What's wrong with your office?"

Mr. Chen's smile froze, and he lowered his voice, saying, "I suspect...this place is haunted!"

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