C19 You Invited Me to Dinner Again

Could the family have come back without my knowledge?

"No, we're going to be neighbors now. I'm moving in here too!"

Chairman Zhao's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this.

This place.

He himself had struggled to purchase it back in the day.

The only vacant spot was highly coveted, with many clamoring to get in.

But the wealthy developer of the area deemed those people unsuitable, never giving them a chance.

And now, Faang Cheng, a newcomer to this turf, had moved in just like that?

Director Zhao was initially taken aback, but he quickly composed himself, his face breaking into a welcoming smile as he extended his hand.

"Faang Cheng, you're truly a young achiever. Buying my building outright really helped me out. Without you, my return home today wouldn't have been nearly as pleasant!"

"Let's celebrate you becoming my neighbor. I'll take you out for dinner tonight!"

Faang Cheng felt a bit awkward when he heard this.

He was eager to see what treasures the system had delivered to his new home.

An invitation to dinner now...

Well...

It's hard to turn down a free meal!

System: I thought you might take a moment to decline the invitation...

"Then I shall graciously accept! Hahaha!"

With that, the two bodyguards discreetly made their exit.

Chairman Zhao ushered Faang Cheng into his car, and they set off toward his estate.

Meanwhile, at the old mobile phone factory, a cry of surprise rang out.

"Ah!"

The bald factory manager was so startled he nearly toppled over again.

Regaining his composure, he scolded with a frown.

"Little sister Fang, I've told you time and again to act with maturity and poise. You can't just lose it every time something happens!"

Fang scratched her head sheepishly, but quickly spun the computer screen around to show the factory manager the news headline.

"That's not the point! Look at this!"

The bald factory manager, squinting due to poor eyesight, took a closer look and gasped.

"Now, Director, you're the one getting all worked up!"

Caught by Little Fang's remark, the factory manager coughed to cover his embarrassment.

"Who would've thought this young man would end up helping us without even realizing it..."

The headline read, "Faang Cheng, the ultimate sales phenomenon! A must-have for everyone!" The story detailed how Faang Cheng inadvertently sparked a buying frenzy when he was caught on a live broadcast claiming that Pineapple brand phones were superior to Apple. His words set off a wave of eager purchases.

A reporter in the news segment browsed the Pineapple phone store with evident envy, reporting, "Truly a prodigy! A store that once barely sold a single unit a month is now miraculously thriving!"

Comments poured in beneath the story like a flood.

"Faang Cheng is forever a legend!"

"Faith in Faang Cheng brings eternal joy!"

"I've made my purchase, have you?"

Yet, amidst the praise, some disparaging remarks surfaced.

"Only fools would follow his lead!"

"It's all staged. I told you he's just selling a product. You wouldn't believe me, but soon the truth will come out. Just wait for the spectacle..."

"Those who bought the phone will regret it. It's trash, and the quality is surely subpar!"

Faang Cheng's fans quickly overran these negative comments. However, the bald factory manager and the Little Fang sisters took the criticism to heart. They exchanged a glance.

"It seems the public has a poor perception of our phones," Little Fang sister said, her voice tinged with defeat.

Upon hearing this, the bald factory manager slammed his hand on the table, his face showing a mix of anger and resolve. "Why speak so negatively? If they say we can't do it, we'll prove them wrong! Our phones may be knockoffs, but their quality is top-notch. Have you ever seen any other full-screen phone that can crack walnuts?!"

Inspired by his words, Little Fang sister's spirits lifted. "You're absolutely right, boss! Let's remind the team to put extra care into their work!"

The bald factory manager nodded firmly, and together they hurried off to the employee area.

"The boss is here!" The workers greeted them, enjoying the day's improved meal, their faces beaming with joy. No threat of layoffs hung over them now. How could they not be elated?

"I have an announcement to make," the bald factory manager said, his expression turning serious. Some workers set down their chicken legs, anticipation hanging in the air as they awaited his words.

What's the matter?

Why the sudden serious look?

Could there be another change, another round of layoffs?

Oh no, please no!

“Ahem! Here's the situation: the market is down on our phones, but this is the battle we must win to turn things around! You all know what I'm getting at, right?”

Those who had been anxious about the bald factory director changing his tune felt a wave of relief.

“What’s the director talking about? We used to give it our all, 100%, but now? We’re giving 200%! Rest assured!”

After one person spoke up,

Everyone rose to their feet,

Their eyes alight with determination.

The bald factory director nodded, pleased.

“If we pull this off, you long-time employees will be handsomely rewarded!”

Though it sounded like a lofty promise, it brought smiles and laughter to everyone.

“What are we waiting for? Let's get to work!”

Watching everyone disperse,

The bald factory director let out a sigh, filled with sentiment.

"That young man may have spoken without realizing it, but it truly moved me—such a wealthy individual still using our phones..."

Xiao Fang, standing by his side, also nodded, sharing the sentiment.

"After we've processed these orders, let's put up a thank-you post!"

The bald factory director suggested.

Xiao Fang had already been on the same page and quickly agreed.

"I'll draft the message! I promise it will be top-notch!"

Meanwhile,

“You want chopsticks?”

Director Zhao looked at Faang Cheng, one eyebrow quirked.

They were eating steak.

Faang Cheng, eschewing knife and fork, had asked for chopsticks.

Challenged, Faang Cheng lifted his chin.

“Yes, chopsticks, please. There’s no rule against them, right? And it's not like I need to put on airs while dining with you, is it?”

Director Zhao was taken aback for only a moment before bursting into hearty laughter.

“You’re quite the character! Butler, fetch Mr. Faang a pair of chopsticks!”

Soon, the butler presented a pair of chopsticks,

Golden, intricately and beautifully patterned.

Goodness gracious.

The lifestyle of the wealthy is indeed different.

Others buy gold as an investment.

The rich use it for utensils.

And Director Zhao watched Faang Cheng from the shadows, intrigued.

Faang Cheng didn't strike me as someone unfamiliar with etiquette. Yet, there he was, expressing a preference for using chopsticks in my presence.