C7 Young Master Zheng (1/2)

Although there was only a single word difference between a bodyguard and a security guard, the difference was huge. The uniform was a set of black suits, and when it was worn on Zhang Yang's body, for some reason, Zhang Yang looked a lot more spirited than others. Especially those big sunglasses, which made him look extremely cool and handsome.

The bodyguard's task was very leisurely, everyone was different. They usually stayed in the company's resting room during work hours, and only left when they had a task to complete.

Zhang Yang's task was to drive the car to Liu Wanyu's place. Coincidentally, the car with him was the skinny, dark-skinned youth he met when hiring earlier.

The lounge on the first floor of the Qingcheng Building was inside the hall, with the elevator in the middle and the washroom beside. The tea room was beside it, and all white-collar workers would have to take the elevator to walk through the lobby.

”Handsome, are you new?” ”What's your name?” At the entrance of the lounge, a young married woman in blue business attire held her bag and stopped at the entrance of the elevator. She started to chat with Zhang Yang, causing people behind her to complain.

After talking for a long time, the young woman finally passed a fragrant business card to Zhang Yang. ”Handsome, please call me.” The young woman gave him a flirtatious glance before stepping into the elevator.

”Bro, we've gotten lucky.” Zhao Peng, who was also in the lounge, said in admiration. This young man was the skinny, dark-skinned youth who had told Zhang Yang a lot about the inside story before he was hired.

Although he was thin, he came from a veteran's background. After feeding pigs in the army for three years, it was unknown if he actually relied on his older brother's connections to get in. He could be considered a new person.

”I'm not interested, why don't you try?” Without even looking at it, Zhang Yang threw the business card to Zhao Peng. Zhao Peng then sniffed it and pretended to be intoxicated. ”How fragrant. I'm still the manager of the marketing department. It's a pity that he doesn't like me.”

”Smoke.” Zhang Yang threw a stick of Chunghwa to Zhao Peng. Zhao Peng quickly caught it and helped him light it up. Then he lit it up himself and took a deep breath, exclaiming, ”It's the real deal! That woman gave it to you? ”

”Bullshit, laozi bought it myself.” Zhang Yang said disdainfully.

”You two!” Smoking is not allowed during work hours! ”

A middle-aged man aggressively rushed over. This was the captain of the bodyguards.

Zhao Peng was so scared that he hurriedly put out his cigarette. Since he couldn't bear to part with his Chinese smoke, he could only secretly put it in his pocket.

Zhang Yang ignored him and continued puffing. He didn't even spare a glance at the captain.

”Newcomer, don't you understand?” The captain angrily ran over.