71: Chapter 71 Dumplings Made Just for a Bit of Vinegar

Under everyone's urging, Chen Hao and Shayiva walked toward the golf course.

Stepping onto the grass, the soft sensation was like a carpet, covering the entire mountain with specialized golf turf; the construction cost must have been substantial.

Shayiva, carrying her golf bag, casually handed it to Chen Hao and asked,

"Do you know how to play golf?"

Chen Hao modestly replied,

"No, but I can play a round with you."

Shayiva chose the teeing ground, set up the golf ball, aimed, and swung in one fluid motion. However, her accuracy wasn't great; the landing spot was far from the hole. At her skill level, it would take at least a dozen strokes to sink the ball.

Shayiva tossed the club back to Chen Hao, and as they walked toward the golf ball, she said,

"This private gathering today was actually arranged for you. You should be mentally prepared."

Chen Hao gave a wry smile.

"It won't be that grand, right? Isn't CEO Wei still negotiating investment for a movie with the director?"

Shayiva said,

"There's a popular online saying: 'I made dumplings just for a taste of vinegar.' You will understand by evening."

Chen Hao turned his head to look at Wei Xinglong and the others gradually moving into the distance.

"Does CEO Wei really want me to work for him that badly?"

Shayiva stated frankly,

"CEO Wei said he used to earn money with his life, but now he uses money to buy life. His health is deteriorating, and he can no longer handle high-intensity work like before, so he desperately needs talent like you."

Chen Hao quietly asked,

"Just tell me straight, how much money did Wei Xinglong offer you to poach me?"

Shayiva didn't answer directly but held out her palm.

Chen Hao sucked in a cold breath.

"Five million. He's really sparing no expense."

Shayiva sneered lightly, making no move to correct the amount.

"It's a pity I failed. Whoever succeeds in poaching you gets to claim this bounty."

Shayiva stopped beside the golf ball, signaling Chen Hao to come and take his shot.

Just as Chen Hao got into position, Shayiva pressed close, wrapping her arms around Chen Hao from behind, her breath warm against his ear as she spoke softly,

"Whoever earns it, earns it. Can't you just let me earn this money?"

If it were anyone else, Chen Hao might have agreed on the spot. It wasn't that he didn't want to agree to Shayiva's request, but her goddess token was money.

He needed to raise her favorability first, and then try asking for money.

"It's not impossible for you to earn it, but I have one condition."

"Tell me."

Shayiva's body was pressed against Chen Hao's back, the soft touch suddenly jolting him awake—she wasn't wearing a bra.

"After I start working, you give me one hundred yuan every day?"

One hundred yuan a day, in exchange for five million? Anyone would agree to that, right?

But Shayiva's thought process was bizarre, and she snapped,

"If you don't agree, forget it. What's this about one hundred yuan a day? You're really boring."

Chen Hao insisted seriously,

"One hundred yuan a day in exchange for you getting a 5 million bonus. This is a profitable deal; why would you refuse?"

Just as Shayiva was about to explain, her phone suddenly rang. She picked it up to check it.

"The guests are here. I need to go greet them. You can play golf by yourself now."

Shayiva walked a few steps, then suddenly turned back, speaking sharply,

"The reason I won't agree is because once I earn enough money, I'm going back home. So I won't waste time with you at all. Don't even think about binding me to stay by your side forever."

She turned and walked away, swaying her hips. Chen Hao watched her back disappear, let out a helpless wry smile, then aimed and swung. The golf ball traced a parabola and landed not far from the hole.

When Chen Hao reached the end, he gently tapped the ball, and it went in.

When Chen Hao strolled back leisurely, the pavilion was deserted. Even the golf carts were gone. Chen Hao smiled wryly; they had forgotten about him.

Since he had nothing else to do, he wandered on the grass, strolling back to the manor at a relaxed pace.

From a distance, he suddenly saw several women running onto the golf course—a collection of beauties, plump and slender.

From afar, some were wearing ancient costumes, others modern attire, striking various poses for their assistants or Managers to take commemorative photos.

As Chen Hao walked closer, system prompts continuously appeared. There were a total of four women, all with estimated looks above 9.5 points.

Walking even closer, Chen Hao realized these women were all movie stars, including well-known top idols. There was even an acquaintance among them: Yu Yaowei.

As Chen Hao walked through the manor grounds, he kept observing these Female Celebrities. He had to admit, they had the figure and the face.

The most crucial thing was that their clothing was truly revealing.

Whether in ancient costumes or modern evening gowns, most showed cleavage and plunging necklines, with slits opening up to their rear ends, and none wore underpants. Yu Yaowei, in particular, was wearing a thong.

"What are you looking at? Stare again and I'll gouge your eyes out!"

Yu Yaowei's Manager, Sister Li, pointed at Chen Hao in the distance and started cursing, telling him to scram and stop being an eyesore.

Chen Hao walked away with a wry smile, looking around everywhere, trying to find Zhu Shasha's figure.

Since she was Yu Yaowei's assistant, Zhu Shasha was very likely at the golf course if Yu Yaowei was there.

The moment Chen Hao walked into the mountain villa's main door and pushed it open, he froze instantly.

The scene inside was infinitely beautiful.

Five or six beauties were changing into revealing maid outfits.

"Ah!"

One woman was the first to spot Chen Hao at the doorway and shrieked.

The other women also reacted, quickly covering their vital areas with their arms, pointing at Chen Hao, and yelling at him to get out immediately.

Coincidentally, Zhu Shasha was among them. She quickly pulled on a maid outfit, rushed to the door, pushed Chen Hao back out onto the golf course, closed the door, and questioned him in a hushed voice,

"Why are you here?"

"I'm here for the party."

Zhu Shasha didn't seem to hear what Chen Hao said; she glanced left and right nervously,

"Is this the kind of party you're allowed to attend? Hurry up and leave before anyone notices. The farther the better."

"No, I'm really here for the party."

As Chen Hao was explaining, the door opened. Several women, led by a black-clad Bodyguard, pointed at Chen Hao and complained.

"It's him! He was peeping at us while we were changing!"

Zhu Shasha quickly explained,

"It's a misunderstanding, I know this person. He didn't do it on purpose."

The women still wanted to press the issue, but when the black-clad Bodyguards saw that the peeper was Chen Hao, they couldn't interfere. After all, Chen Hao was a distinguished guest, not one of their underlings.

"This is indeed a misunderstanding. Getting looked at once won't make you lose flesh. Don't be so dramatic. Let's go, let's go."

The Bodyguards actively smoothed things over for Chen Hao. The complaining women could only swallow their anger and return to continue changing and dressing up.

Zhu Shasha was stunned for a long moment. When she looked at Chen Hao again, she had an expression of sudden realization.

"Oh, I get it. You snuck in here to be a Bodyguard for the big shots?"

What on earth was this interpretation!

Actually, Zhu Shasha couldn't be entirely blamed for the misunderstanding.

Chen Hao was wearing the black suit he had worn to the conference yesterday. At the golf manor, everyone except the black-clad Bodyguards wore casual golf attire. Thus, Zhu Shasha mistook Chen Hao for security personnel.