Chapter 12: Chapter 11: The Golden Triangle

“Huh? Oh. Uncle, I’m sorry, I’m here to look for someone. Do you happen to know someone named Chen Ziyou?” Chen Yuyue barely managed to pull her wandering gaze back and asked the security guard politely.

“This... what is his relation to you?” Seeing that she was just a child of sixteen or seventeen, speaking in a soft and polite manner, he also inquired with a gentle and kind voice.

“He, um, he is my older brother.” Chen Yuyue’s face flushed slightly; lying was not exactly her strength.

“The school is so large, I can’t remember every student's name. How about this: take out your ID and register with me here, then go to the Dean's office to ask the teachers. There you go.” The guard pushed open the security booth with his calloused hands, taking out a registration book and a pen to hand to her.

“Um, Uncle, I don't have an ID card.” Chen Yuyue took the register, speaking with great trepidation. Her heart was trembling. For some reason, she had never felt this guilty even when facing Yu Luoxuan's ruthless eyes.

She had no resistance to kind people. Although she could be cold and heartless, that was only when dealing with enemies and villains. She was a typical case of bullying the wicked and fearing the good; if Yu Luoxuan hadn't treated her so ferociously at the beginning, she wouldn't have thought about poisoning him.

Hearing this, the guard looked up at Chen Yuyue again. He felt she was about the same age as his daughter in high school. The obvious trembling on her delicate face made his heart soften, so he stopped making things difficult and waved his hand. “That’s true, you look like you haven't reached adulthood yet. Just register your name, then go in.”

At the exact moment Chen Yuyue thanked the guard and stepped into the campus, a red sports car that had been idling casually in a corner started its engine and sped away. Had she not been initially shocked by the scene before her and lost in her own thoughts, with her habitually vigilant personality, it would have been impossible for her not to notice the red monster that had not yet departed.

Yu Luoxuan drove like a madman all the way to the headquarters of the Hongxing Group. The luxurious decor and the magnificent, elegant building before him was the Golden Triangle Commercial Office Building, which the former Chairman Yu had commissioned a famous Japanese designer to plan and design with a massive sum of money. It stood tall in the prime location of the bustling commercial center, attracting the eyes of countless ambitious and discerning young people; some even considered being able to work at the Golden Triangle a point of pride.

“Director Yu, please.” The receptionist's eyes sparkled like stars. Seeing the red sports car from afar, she approached him with a dignified and serious manner before Yu Luoxuan could even exit the car, following him all the way to press the button for the CEO's private elevator.

Yu Luoxuan's eyes were frosty. He said little, merely scanning his surroundings with a faint glance before stepping into the elevator. He didn't have much time; there were many matters to handle.

The private elevator moved unobstructed, heading straight for the top floor—his CEO office. Inside, besides a large, luxurious office area, there were vintage mahogany cabinets filled with antiques and jade, and contrasting on the right was an ancient European-style bar, its shelves lined with various classic wine bottles arranged in all sorts of poses.

This blend of Chinese and Western styles made one feel as if they were traveling through time between ancient and modern, or perhaps revolving between the East and the West. Touching the decor and tasting the mellow, strong liquor, one would follow the flow of time to appreciate the shock of historical charm and cultural fusion. “If Zelin returns, have him come to my office immediately.” As soon as Yu Luoxuan sat down, he quickly pressed the "1" key on the telephone.

Ten minutes later, a medium-low female voice, carrying a capable magnetism, came from the other end of the line: “Director Yu, President Xiang has just arrived. Should I let him in now?” She was Yu Luoxuan's only secretary, and there was no other. She knew very well how difficult it was to secure this position—the only one in the Golden Triangle, yet not particularly conspicuous compared to the luxurious surroundings. Therefore, whenever it was working hours, she had to be at her utmost alertness to ensure she made no mistakes.

Yu Luoxuan's first criterion for selecting people was the requirement to keep business and private matters strictly separate. Simply put, one must maintain a clear distinction between public and private life; one must never harbor daydreams of being a "gold digger" or catching a wealthy husband. Even when facing a perfect man like him, one could not have even a shred of distraction or private desire. Of course, to be able to stand before him and await his selection, one's ability was absolutely beyond question; that could be taken for granted.

“Come in.” Yu Luoxuan poured a glass of expensive Romanée-Conti red wine and began to savor it slowly.

As light footsteps gradually approached, Xiang Zelin's light and cheerful voice rang out: “Director Yu, didn't you say you had business today?” He set his folder down casually, walked over to sit beside Yu Luoxuan, and poured himself a glass of red wine.

In contrast to Lin Shuhao's stubbornness and rigor, Xiang Zelin was at the other extreme. His presence always made people feel as if they were being brushed by a spring breeze. No matter how tense the atmosphere, how grim the environment, or how cold the boss, everything seemed to vanish before him, as he was someone habitually prepared for any contingency.

Some people are always prepared; therefore, he did not know what fear was, what a mistake was, and even less so, what failure meant.

A set of casual Korean-style semi-formal suits was enough to perfectly outline his elegant yet sexy physique. His permed chestnut short hair radiated a lazy, charming luster, and the constant hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth complemented the cunning in his eyes, making people lose themselves in him if they let their guard down for even a moment.

His cunning would make you feel it was only natural, and his craftiness would make you unable to defend against it, yet you would accept it willingly.

“How is it?” Yu Luoxuan frowned coldly, a kingly aura instantly sweeping through the room. Did this man insist on being asked before he would report on his work? If one were to say who understood and utilized Xiang Zelin most effectively in this world, it could be none other than Yu Luoxuan; he was his sharpest blade.

“Mm, my intervention always guarantees success. However...” Xiang Zelin pursed his sexy thin lips, intentionally pausing to swallow the mouthful of wine before continuing, “There is one piece of news that isn't bad, but certainly isn't good. There is another company that won the bid at the same time as us. Why don't you guess who it is?”

“Feng Group, Feng Yang.” It was not a question, but an assertion. Yu Luoxuan drained the remaining red wine in his glass and set it down directly. His eyes, cold as glaciers, glared at Xiang Zelin, and in a voice that sounded as if it could freeze him solid, he asked, “Speak. Why would Director Wang do this? Two companies winning the bid... how could he even think of such a thing?”