Mr. Dior Chapter 11 Part1

BOOK II: The Subst.i.tute Lover of the Rich and Powerful Boss_Chapter 4.1

It was already past ten o'clock in the morning when the couple had their breakfast, and Zhang Chenfei is already preparing to go to the company as he walked forward to drive the car. He was just about to tell his little subst.i.tute to obediently stay at home when he saw that the guy had already dressed himself up in a suit and directly went to sit in the front pa.s.senger seat.

“What, having experienced serving me once, you don't want to be away from me anymore? And you even want to come with me to the company, hmm?” The president is very pleased with himself. The little subst.i.tute is so clingy and likes to stick to him so much, letting him have an illusion that he was not a subst.i.tute, but Yanyan himself.

“That's not it. I'm going to my company. Every Monday, there's a morning meeting going on.” Jiao Qi is afraid that his lao gong will forget the road going to his company, so he used his smart brain to connect to the car navigation, positioning the location of Bajiao.

‘Does the little subst.i.tute have a job? I don't remember that there was such an opportunity for him to get one.'

This information surprised the president. He thought about it for a moment before saying, “Alright. Looking at the fact that you obediently took the oral contraceptive today, I will allow you to ride in my car.”

‘This is my car…' Jiao Qi turned and just rolled his eyes, as he doesn't feel like arguing with him this time.

The silver Maserati speedily drove out of the villa area. Since the morning rush hour has already pa.s.sed, the whole journey all the way was smooth.

The morning meeting in Bajiao has already begun, so Jiao Qi used his smart brain to watch the live broadcast from Yu Yuan (his secretary) and listen to their report.

Zhang Chenfei couldn't see the content of his lovely little wife's smart brain. Reason why when he saw Jiao Qi in a daze, he thought that it was because he was thinking of a certain someone.

At this, Mr. Dior's eyes dimmed and reminded Jiao Qi. “You are already my man. In the future, you should forget about that poor boy. I don't want Yanyan's subst.i.tute to be thinking of others while pretending to be him.” Outrageously unreasonable words were spoken by president-daren, as if it's just right and proper.

"Huh?" Jiao Qi was confused as he was still watching the video conference when Zhang suddenly spoke to him. When he got his composure back, he then asked, "Poor boy? Who?"

Zhang Chenfei's hand on the steering wheel couldn't help but tighten, as he replied in a cold voice, "Chenfei, the name you accidentally called out yesterday. Don't think that I didn't hear it. As my man, you have to only think of me. If you will let me hear this name again later on, I will make him disappear in this world forever!”

“…” Hearing this, the little subst.i.tute was left speechless. Now, he is even more worried that he might write his name as Dior Zhang when he signs doc.u.ments in the office.

The Bajiao company during Mondays is busy yet orderly.

Employing his fastest speed, Jiao Qi finished all his tasks and business transactions in Bajiao. The lovely little wife doesn't feel rea.s.sured so he decided to go to Shi Fei Technology to see his lao gong.

He was just out of the president's office when a fashionable young man barred his way.

“President Jiao.” A crafty-looking man came up, but one wouldn't be able to see through it due to how the young man dressed up. Looking at him, it turned out to be the TV anchor of the show 'Feeding the Dog with a Good Intention' where there was a recent dispute on the said anchor's contract renewal fee. {T/N: This was briefly mentioned in Chapter 5 Part 1.}

“Is there something?” Jiao Qi did not like this kind of blocking-the-way move. “Talk to my secretary to set an appointment first.” As soon as he finished speaking, Jiao Qi motioned to leave as he lifted his foot to walk away.

The young anchor got choked for a while. As a live broadcast anchor with millions of fans, he was hailed as the number one emperor under the heavens, and even the popularity of Lao-tze (or Lao Zi – a Chinese philosopher, the founder of Taoism) is second to him. Why does he need to make an appointment just see the president?

“I have an urgent matter. There's not enough time to make an appointment, and I will only delay you for two minutes.” Mr. Anchor stretched out his arm that's full of glittering jewelries and blocked the path of Jiao Qi.

Jiao Qi narrowed his eyes and quickly looked at the time. “Fine. Speak.”

This anchor, who is a retired e-sports player and is mainly playing live broadcast games, is named Gou Xin. His popularity is pretty good. As such, Bajiao also wants to keep him, but because other live broadcast platforms also extended an olive branch to him, he is now demanding for a bigger pay.

“I just want to know why my contract was terminated in the middle of discussing about it?”

The director, who was in charge of having the contract signed with Bajiao's Live Broadcast, is the only who could put up a fight with Taiji [1] (aka President Jiao). Previously, he said that his prerequisite in renewing the contract should be discussed with President Jiao. To one's surprise, the result of the discussion is to actually wish him well in his future career prospects! He asked for an additional 30 million yuan on top of the original contract price which is much higher than the price given to other artists in the same line of profession. The management rules here in Bajiao is relatively light so he also does not want to leave.

{T/N: [1] 太极 Tài jí – the Absolute or Supreme Ultimate, the source of all things according to some interpretations of Chinese mythology. }

“I reviewed the data a.n.a.lysis and if we agreed according to the price you requested, the profit margin will drop more than what is antic.i.p.ated.” Jiao Qi expressionlessly answered.

“Impossible! How much money do I make in the platform every year?! Not only that, my popularity is constantly rising! My name was also mentioned as the spokesperson for Shi Fei's new game next year. This single endors.e.m.e.nt is more than…”

“I don't think you have figured it out yet.” Jiao Qi raised his hand slightly, stopping the other party's meaningless and increasingly louder arguments. “Shi Fei Technology is my husband's company. Whoever will be the company's spokesperson, I call the shots.”

At that time, when Director Liang calculated the profit margin, he also included Shi Fei's endors.e.m.e.nt fee, so the result was inaccurate. The bottom line is, both are their family's businesses, and whoever leaves Bajiao cannot be a spokesperson for Shi Fei. Even without these reasons, “Feeding the Dog with Good Intention” is absolutely not worth the price.

“Then how much can you give?” Gou Xin gripped his clenched his fists tightly and looked at the appearance of the young master who lives high and looks down [2]. This look really makes him mad.

{T/N: [2] 居高临下 jū gāo lín xià – It means to live high and look down (idiom); to overlook; to tower above; to occupy the high ground; fig. arrogance based on one's social position.}

He was born in poverty and eventually got mixed in an average professional team. With great difficulty, he became a popular TV anchor and thought that he had finally become a person who is superior to others. But once he's in front of President Jiao's calm and unwavering pair of eyes, he feels that he is a n.o.body.

“Talk to Director Liang regarding the contract matter.” Jiao Qi glanced at the time, “Two minutes have already ended.”

“Excuse me. Please make way. The president's schedule is quite tight.” Yu Yuan twisted his fat body, and slammed the sly fellow while he signaled the security guard who was standing by the elevator. The security guard immediately came forward and pulled the guy who wanted to make trouble away.

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