Chapter 39 Take your time, answer when you're ready

an accident at most. 。But they insisted she had premeditated murder, saying Jiang Qingran had a recording... She didn't even know what was on the recording Jiang Qingran had in his hands, let alone wh..."What time would you be free to meet... Mr. Yang I have some things to take care of here, let's chat later." The manager glanced at He Hanchuan standing by the door, his heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly hung up the phone.

He swallowed nervously and said cautiously, "Hello, Mr. He."

"He nodded slightly. "I startled you by coming in suddenly, didn't I"

"No, no!" The manager's heart pounded wildly in his chest. He stammered nervously, "I... I didn't expect you to come looking for me. It's... it's a surprise, yes, a surprise!"

"You seem to be in a good mood today," He Hanchuan said casually.

The supervisor swallowed nervously, "It's an honor to meet you, I'm so happy."

"Hm" He Hanchuan raised his eyebrows slightly, a meaningful look in his eyes.

"Apart from that, there's another piece of good news." The manager wiped the sweat off his forehead, his legs feeling weak. "I recently found a treasure at an antique market."

He Hanchuan strode over to the sofa and sat down. "What a stroke of luck! I wonder if I have the honor of seeing your little treasure, just to bask in its good fortune"

"Mr. He, you're too kind. The fact that this jade pendant caught your attention is a testament to its good fortune." Although the manager was extremely reluctant, he still took out the jade pendant and presented it with both hands.

He Hanchuan saw the pendant, his eyes deepened. He twirled the jade pendant in his hand and asked, "A Ming Dynasty pendant would be worth millions. You found it at an antique market You have such good taste. Would you like me to recommend you to the city's art appraisal center Hmm"

"I... I..." Big drops of sweat flowed down the manager's forehead.

He stroked the cool, smooth jade pendant, his voice dropping a few octaves, "No rush, answer when you've thought it through."

The manager's legs went weak, he almost knelt down. His eyes darted around, and finally, gritting his teeth, he said: "This jade pendant was given to me by Yuwang. She wanted me to help her change her work position."

Fearing that He Hanchuan might misunderstand, he spoke rapidly: "But I've worked diligently at the Dreamland Club for ten years, always following the rules and regulations. How could I possibly betray my principles because of a jade pendant I asked the manager, and she agreed before I changed Xiang Wan's position. I absolutely didn't act out of favoritism or break the law!"

At this moment, he was incredibly grateful that he had consulted with his manager beforehand.

"When did Xiang Wan give you the jade pendant"

"This afternoon." The manager replied swiftly.

Ger Hanchuan propped his right elbow on his leg, twirling a jade pendant in his hand, and nonchalantly asked, "Do you know why she changed her job position"

"Cleaners have such a tough life," the supervisor said matter-of-factly. "They're always looked down upon, and their wages aren't high. If I were a princess, I'd meet a generous young master who could give me a lot of money right away, and I wouldn't have to work so hard. Maybe I'd even find a simple rich second-generation guy and become a phoenix soaring to the top – it would be much better than being a cleaner!"

"She said that to you" Helianchuan raised his gaze, his deep eyes fell on him, as if able to see through people's hearts.

The supervisor's heart skipped a beat, his face flushed red as he stammered, "No... I...I just guessed."

Why is Director He so concerned about what happened to A-Wan Does he know her

Then, wouldn't assigning her so many tasks during this period make General He unhappy

Thinking about this, the manager wiped the sweat from his brow.

"That's… that can’t be right. If He Zong really knows A-Wan, he wouldn’t let her work as a princess and cleaner at the Dream Hall. He must be overthinking things."

Ge Hanchuan stared straight at him, until he felt his scalp tingling and his limbs going numb. His mind was blank, when he finally shifted his gaze away and turned to leave.

"Mr. He!" Seeing this, the manager hurriedly chased after him, dragging his limp legs and shouting anxiously.

He stopped and turned to look at him, "Is there something else"

"Mr. He, that..." The manager stared intently at the jade pendant in his hand, pointing with a trembling finger. He wanted to say something but hesitated, his face flushed red with embarrassment.

He Hanchuan fiddled with the jade pendant in his hand, glancing at him indifferently, "Hmm"

"No...it's nothing..." The supervisor spoke as if someone had ripped out his heart. He was unwilling and afraid to ask He Hanchuan for anything, so he could only say insincerely, "It's getting late, be careful on your way back."

Ge Hanchuan nodded almost imperceptibly. Under the gaze of his manager, whose face was a picture of pain, he put away the jade pendant and turned to leave.

"This Xiang Wan, she only brings me trouble!" the manager gritted his teeth and cursed, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, just wait and see how he deals with her!

After He Hanchuan left the room, he walked a few steps forward and turned into the manager's office.

"Mr. He," Someone was reporting to Menglan about the recent procurement situation of the Dream Club, and when they saw him enter, they hurriedly bent down to greet him.

He nodded, motioning for him to leave.

"I happened to have something to tell you, and you just came. What a coincidence." Meng Lan giggled as she stood up, boiling water to make tea, "There are too many cleaning staff at the club, and there aren't enough female public relations staff, so I took the liberty of transferring Xiang Wan to the public relations side."

"Do you need female hostesses at your club Would you like me to recruit some for you" He Hanchuan twirled a jade pendant in his hand, asking softly.

Thinking of how Yua would wear a thigh-high cheongsam and drink with other men, he tightened his grip on the jade pendant, unable to say what was wrong.

Mulan glanced at the jade pendant in his palm, which looked a little familiar. She scoffed, "I was just joking with you. Why are you taking it seriously"

"How did she suddenly come to mind that I should call her back" He Hanchuan walked to his office chair, sat down, and tapped the table unconsciously with his fingers.

Upon seeing this, Menglan raised an eyebrow, a glimmer of interest flashing in her beautiful eyes.

Tapping the table

She couldn't remember how long it had been since she'd seen Mr. He so emotionally expressive.

She glanced again at the jade pendant in his palm, her smile carrying a hint of malice. "Isn't this related to your conflict with Xiang Wan I thought about hitting her vital points, like someone as arrogant as Xiang Wan, making her do manual labor wouldn't be meaningful. It would be better for her to accompany guests and temper her temper."

He Jianchuan stopped tapping on the table, his expression didn't change much, but Meng Lan could tell that her boss was unhappy.

The water was boiled, and as she made tea, she chuckled, "Are you reluctant to leave Truth be told, this Miss Xiang is as beautiful as a flower and has followed you for so many years. If you're hesitant, it wouldn't be surprising…"

"Menglan." He Hanchuan lifted his eyelids and called out her name coolly.

"This is some good tea I got recently. Try some," Menglan said, setting the cup of tea in front of him.

Ge Hanchuan raised his teacup and took a sip. The water was too hot, so he frowned and put the cup back on the table.

"Oh my, you're killing me! Who bewitched you that even drinking tea can burn you" Menglan laughed until tears streamed down her face, the ripples in her sparkling eyes dancing. "I guess if I told you, no one would believe it."

He Hanchuan's face was gloomy, and he glared at her slantingly.

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