"The owner of Yihong Winery? How could she possibly sleep with me?" Xiao Yiquan shook his head. "Impossible."
"Why is it impossible?" the woman in red retorted. "Any woman would sleep with a man."
She was right, yet utterly wrong.
Xiao Yiquan didn't bother arguing.
The woman in red seemed to possess X-ray vision, piercing through his thoughts. "Don't think she's some high-and-mighty owner of Yihong Winery. She's just what she is—a real slut."
Her lips were beautifully shaped, exhaling warm breath that was undeniably alluring. Yet the words she spoke carried a sinister edge.
Xiao Yiqian let her ramble on, not caring whether it was true or not.
All he knew was that holding her like this felt surprisingly good.
"You're a decent-looking guy. Dark-skinned, maybe not exactly handsome, but with those thick brows and big eyes. With a little charm, getting Xie Hong into bed wouldn't be hard." The red-dressed woman giggled. "Xie Hong seems pure on the outside, but deep down, she's a total slut. You'll see once you get her in bed."
"Why are you after her? Why do you need that video?" Xiao Yiquan asked.
"Business conflicts," the red-dressed woman shook her head. "You don't need to know the details—it's none of your business. And don't worry, getting that video is just to humiliate her. I won't leak it. I don't care about her money, so it won't affect you at all."
Seeing Xiao Yiquan didn't nod, she said, "Two hundred thousand. Plus I'll hook you up with a three-hundred-thousand commission deal. All you gotta do is get Xie Hong into bed and send me the video."
Five hundred thousand?
Xiao Yiquan's current salary was three thousand two hundred. After deductions for meals and such, his actual take-home pay barely reached three thousand.
Even if he saved every penny, he'd only scrape together a little over thirty thousand a year.
Fifty thousand would take nearly twenty years to save.
Having worked outside for several years, Xiao Yiqian knew deep down that nothing good ever came for free.
Seeing him still hesitate, the woman in red tightened her grip on his knee. "If... if you can get Xie Hong into bed and send me the video, I can give it to you."
Her body pressed tightly against Xiao Yiquan's chest, her lips like fire. In the night's darkness, her eyes seemed to hold a soul-stealing magic.
"I... I'll go check it out the day after tomorrow." Xiao Yiquan agreed.
He truly couldn't hold out any longer.
"Go tomorrow." The red-dressed woman's lips drew near. "Promise me."
"You devil..."
Xiao Yiquan called out in his mind.
The next day, Xiao Yiquan actually gave the colleague who had covered his shift the night before a hundred yuan, so he didn't have to cover the shift after all.
Around nine o'clock, he took the bus and headed for Happy Valley.
He got off at the stop.
Happy Valley was huge, filled with numerous properties. He still had to find Yihong Winery.
Xiao Yiquan walked along the street searching.
Just as he was looking, an electric scooter suddenly turned into an alley beside him.
A white-haired old man ahead of Xiao Yiquan saw the scooter coming and hurriedly dodged.
Being elderly, his legs weren't nimble, and he stumbled, falling to the ground.
Xiao Yiquan rushed to help him up. "Uncle, are you okay?"
The white-haired man grabbed his arm. "You hit me."
"I didn't hit you!" Xiao Yiquan protested. "It was that... you dodged the bike and fell on your own."
He tried to find the electric bike to testify, but it had already sped away.
The white-haired old man clutched his arm tightly: "You hit me! Now I can't move my leg. You have to pay for it."
This was truly a bolt from the blue.
Xiao Yiquan felt both furious and exasperated.
He'd seen the saying online—society's morals have deteriorated; if someone falls, never help them up, lest they blame you—but he believed that was just an extreme outlier. Most people were still reasonable.
He never imagined he'd run into one of those extreme cases.
Just as his anger was boiling over, a voice suddenly chimed in from the side: "Hey, handsome, you can call the police."
It was a woman's voice, clear and pleasant, like a mountain spring.
Xiao Yiqian turned his head, and his eyes lit up.
A woman sat in a white BMW with the window rolled down, leaning her head out halfway.
She was around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with delicate features and especially dark, bright eyes that shone like midnight stars.
"She's prettier than both He Xue and Hu Lin," Xiao Yiquan thought to himself.
Hu Lin was the woman in the red dress who had revealed her name to Xiao Yiquan last night when she was about to take advantage of him.
Seeing Xiao Yiquan look over, the BMW woman said, "You can call the police and report him for being a scoundrel."
The white-haired old man grew flustered: "I didn't slander anyone! He hit me!"
"No one hit you," the BMW woman snorted. "The electric bike didn't hit you—you dodged and fell on your own. And this handsome guy definitely didn't hit you either. My car was parked right here just now, and the dashcam recorded everything."
"The dashcam recorded it?" Xiao Yiquan was overjoyed.
"Yes." The BMW woman nodded. "It captured everything. So go ahead and call the police. I'll testify for you. Sue him for making false accusations."
"Who's framing him?"
The white-haired old man, panicked, released his grip. Propping himself up with his hands, he struggled to his feet and limped away.
After taking a few steps, he glanced back at the BMW and spat, "You think a young girl like you can afford a luxury car? Pfft! Slut. You just get all flustered whenever you see a young guy."
The BMW woman suddenly flashed a sly smile. "Actually, you were too close to the curb. The dashcam didn't catch it."
"What?" Xiao Yiquan froze, the white-haired man equally stunned.
"I was just messing with you," she giggled merrily.
Just then, the light turned green. She drove off, leaving only a trail of silver-bell laughter behind.
There was also an elderly man with white hair tousled by the wind.
And Xiao Yiquan.
Xiao Yiquan found Yihong Winery and indeed saw a sign outside recruiting sales representatives.
The interview location was on the third floor. Xiao Yiquan went up and spotted the manager's office.
He knocked on the door.
A woman's voice came from inside: "Come in."
The voice sounded somewhat familiar.
Xiao Yiquan pushed the door open and entered.
A desk stood by the window, a computer on it. A woman sat behind the desk—it was none other than the BMW woman who had helped him earlier.
Seeing him, she looked equally surprised. "You? What brings you here?"
"I'm here to apply for the sales position," Xiao Yiqian said, his face lighting up with delight. "I never expected it to be you."
"What a coincidence," the BMW woman laughed. "What's your name?"
"My name is Xiao Yiquan." Xiao Yiquan handed over his ID card.
The BMW woman glanced at it and nodded. "Alright, I'll process your onboarding."
She helped Xiao Yiquan complete the onboarding and casually introduced the company's business—selling wine. Yihong Winery represented French wines, primarily targeting major hotels, clubs, and nightclubs.
"One hundred thousand yuan: 3% commission. Three hundred thousand: 4%. Five hundred thousand: 5%. One million: up to 7%. Ten million? That's 10%."
The BMW woman smiled as she continued, "If you hit ten million in annual sales, you'd earn a million in commissions. That's why our slogan is: 'One million in one year, ten million in three—a life winner isn't just a dream.'"
Xiao Yiquan chuckled, "I wouldn't dare dream that big."
"People should dare to dream," the BMW woman laughed. "What if it comes true?"
She extended her hand. "I'm Xie Hong. Welcome to Yihong Wines."
She was Xie Hong.
Xiao Yiquan froze for a moment.
After a brief training session, Xiao Yiquan left Yihong Winery with a stack of documents, his mind buzzing.
Xie Hong was beautiful and stylish, radiating a bright, refreshing aura.
The earlier scene with the white-haired elder had left an even deeper impression on Xiao Yiquan: quick-witted, intelligent, and cunning.
A woman like a sprite.
Yet Hu Lin demanded he seduce her into bed, then film Xie Hong and humiliate her!
Was he really supposed to follow Hu Lin's orders?
But then he chuckled to himself.
Xie Hong was perfectly fine—there was no way she'd sleep with him. Impossible.
"Just stick to my business. Don't even think about the rest."
Once he'd sorted it out, he pushed the thought aside.