The Godly Rich System is looking for a replacement, and I've become a weapon!

They chatted until they got off the bus, where Chen Hu and Song Yuan came up from the back.

"Brother, look at this~"

Chen Hu handed Zhang Yifang an investment gold bar from China Merchants Bank.

He took it and looked at it. Wow, 200 grams, that's quite a lot!

He tossed the gold bar in his hand and threw it back to Chen Hu.

"Take it and play with it!"

Haha, giving him more is useless; he's more confident in his subordinates' loyalty than he is in all of Kaka's abilities.

"You guys have nothing to do tomorrow. Go out and have fun if you want to tonight. The nightclubs in Pengcheng are definitely better than ours. Go out and pick up girls. If you get into trouble, just call me."

Zhang Yifang put the phone receiver to his ear, listening to the new message from Song Zuer, and gave instructions to Chen Hu and Song Yuan.

"Alright, bro! We're not going up there, we're going out to have some fun!"

Song Yuan grinned, showing his big teeth, and Chen Hu nodded vigorously beside him.

"Don't take their car, have the hotel send another one."

Zhang Yifang waved his hand, left a message, and walked towards his private elevator.

"Just got back to the hotel, and I'm planning to go back to my room to wash up and take care of some errands."

Zhang Yifang was replying to messages in the elevator.

Song Zuer pretended to be clueless and replied with a few question marks, then sent a voice message.

"What do you need to do in your room? Do you have some business to take care of at the office?"

Zhang Yifang was speechless. We're all old foxes, why are you playing these ghost stories with me?

Sister, we both smell of birds of a feather flock together, what are you pretending to be all cheesy about!

Alright, one of the greatest virtues of an adult is to see through things but not say them outright. You can play dumb, and I won't take it seriously.

"A tired joke! Even big celebrities watch a lot of short videos?"

"What's wrong with celebrities? Celebrities are human too, and they need their own spiritual nourishment as well."

Song Zuer sent two disdainful emojis, followed by a voice message.

Zhang Yifang immediately replied: "Yes, yes, celebrities are people too. Even a fairy's poop smells bad!"

Song Zuer started with two emojis, sending two vomiting yellow faces.

"Brother Fang, you're disgusting! You still haven't said what you need to do back in your room?"

"Sister, what could a grown man in his thirties like me possibly do in his room in the middle of the night? Of course, it's to have sex!"

Zhang Yifang also followed her example, sending a voice message followed by two pouting emojis.

Song Zuer sent a string of blushing emojis after a while:

"Friend! You're too honest! We just met today..."

Zhang Yifang also raised several question marks:

"Friend! Wasn't it you who asked me?"

Song Zuer sent over a few points:

"Okay! Something's not right, Brother Fang, you're thirty? You don't look it! I thought you were at most five or six years older than me."

Zhang Yifang got off the elevator at this moment, and what came into view were three people wearing red-soled high heels and black stockings, and low-cut tank tops.

They must have heard the elevator going up and arrived at the elevator door ahead of time to wait for Zhang Yifang.

"Welcome home, brother!"

The three of them said in unison.

Then they helped Zhang Yifang change into slippers.

It's vulgar, so damn vulgar, but of course, the temptation is also genuinely tempting.

However, Zhang Yifang frowned and said with dissatisfaction:

"Tsk~ Who told you to change into these outfits? I wanted a dance troupe."

What's even more amazing is that after he finished speaking, the three girls actually brought out two sets of water sleeve dance costumes and classical dance gauze costumes for him to choose from.

Zhang Yifang, with his sharp eyes, spotted several small sets of attack speed-boosting equipment, including a small leather whip.

With this kind of situation, who would care about Song Zuer?

……

Two hours later.

Despite his exceptional physical strength, Zhang Yifang suffered a narrow defeat; even a mighty tiger cannot withstand a pack of wolves.

However, a true man doesn't argue over trivial matters!

Besides, isn't she wearing a classical dance dress?

The outcome of the second match is still uncertain!

Not urgent.

However, it must be said that dancers do have much better stamina than the average person.

Huh?

It seems that ever since he awakened his system, he's been fighting against professional dancers!

I need to reflect on myself; I've become unbalanced in my studies!

Zhang Yifang, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, was lost in thought.

After finishing his cigarette, Zhang Yifang patted the fragrant peach-shaped buttocks next to him, then got up to take a shower.

Xiangxiang moved aside to make room for him.

You can question Mr. Xu's character, but you can't question his judgment.

These girls are truly top-notch. Not only are they beautiful and technically skilled, but they also always manage to subtly probe his investment intentions without offending him.

They're all experts!

Fortunately, Zhang Yifang had no such intention.

Xiangxiang, Qiaoqiao, and Sisi quickly cleaned up the mess and followed them into the bathroom. In reality, it was a Pyrrhic victory for them.

Zhang Yifang is indeed cheating, and his strength is still quite remarkable.

After they spoke, all three of them felt like they had gotten a free lunch. Isn't this a classic case of taking advantage of others?

Judging from this man's looks, physique, temperament, stamina, and size...

To put it bluntly, even the most expensive model maker isn't as good as him; he has that stubborn, bull-like energy, just like a small forklift.

How did someone like him manage to get rich?

Isn't this a waste of talent?

If he weren't General Manager Zhang, I really can't imagine how much money a guy like him would make in one night if he were sent to a PR brothel to work with a rich woman or to a club as a male model!

……

After taking a quick shower, Zhang Yifang climbed into the bathtub.

The water temperature was just right, and he was enjoying a relaxing bath when he picked up his phone and realized he hadn't replied to Song Zuer's message yet.

He's not a "warm guy," so he won't reply to messages instantly, nor will he worry about the time, whether it's too late, or whether replying will disturb her sleep. He'll just see the message and casually reply:

"A few years older doesn't matter. We're actually the same age. Although I was born earlier, I'll live a long life. The fortune teller said I'll live to be 120."

Surprisingly, Song Zuer replied instantly.

Dodo's baby: "Are you done? That took a long time!"

They withdrew immediately afterward.

On the other side of the water: "Sister, I saw it..."

Zhang Yifang types very fast with one hand.

Don't ask him what he's doing with his other hand. Just put it this way: the shower is not far from the bathtub, and his arm is just long enough.

Dodo's baby: "..."

Dodo's baby: "Can we pretend we didn't see that...?"

On the other side of the water: "I'll think about it!"

Duo Duo's baby: "I'm tired, let's destroy this! Which room are you in? I'll come and jump off the building with you in my arms."

Zhang Yifang chuckled, "That's unnecessary. I'm not short of girls tonight."

By the Water's Edge: "Here to deliver vegetables?"

Dodo's baby: "I threw up!"

Typing...

However, Zhang Yifang typed faster than her.

On the other side of the water: "We'll talk about it later~"

Song Zuer silently deleted the text she had typed. Is it really that amazing?

After thinking about it for a moment, I decided to send two words.

Dodo's baby: "Again?"

However, there was no response for a long time.

Zhang Yifang had no time to pay attention to her; he was busy with other things again. This time, it was a classical dance gauze dress, without an inner layer.

After working tirelessly until 2 a.m., Zhang Yifang finally did the hard work, carrying Xiangxiang, Qiaoqiao, and Sisi back to the master bedroom one by one, and then cuddling them as they fell asleep.

The master bedroom has a 2.7-meter-wide bed, so it's not too cramped.

Presidential suites are great! Putting aside other benefits, they have plenty of beds, and the separation of wet and dry areas is very important. From now on, I will definitely stay in suites when I travel to hotels.

He saw Song Zuer's message, but didn't reply.

I just wanted to lie down with her for a while, not date her, so I just replied to a trivial message.