novelraw Chapter 0147 A Special Client
Chapter 0147 A Special Client
Monday morning, 9:00 AM.
Limitless Building.
The pace of the CBD during the morning rush hour is so fast it's suffocating.
The revolving door kept turning, swallowing up and spitting out countless elites dressed in business attire with hurried expressions.
Wen Ning stood downstairs at the foot of the building.
She looked up at the towering glass building that seemed to reach into the clouds.
The sunlight reflected off the curtain wall, making it somewhat dazzling.
The last time she stood here, she was an "assistant" forcibly brought here by Jiang Ci, wearing a turtleneck sweater that wrapped her up tightly, filled with fear and the urge to escape.
And this time...
She was a partner who came by invitation.
Wen Ning took a deep breath.
Today she wore a light apricot trench coat over a black fitted knit dress and comfortable ankle boots.
He was holding a drawing board and a folder.
Her makeup was light and elegant, and her long hair was casually draped over her shoulders.
No longer timid and hesitant, nor deliberately concealing anything.
She straightened her back and stepped inside.
"Hello, I am Wen Ning."
She walked to the front desk, handed over her ID card, and spoke calmly and confidently.
"I've arranged to sign the contract with President Jiang at 9:30."
The receptionist paused for a moment.
She was a long-time employee, so she naturally recognized the "boss's wife" who had once caused a sensation in the company.
But Wen Ning today gives off a completely different vibe.
The composure and confidence emanating from her made her stand up instinctively and accept the documents with both hands.
"Hello, Ms. Wen."
The receptionist was respectful but not gossipy.
"President Jiang is already waiting for you in the conference room. Please come this way."
……
This time, Wen Ning did not take the president's private elevator that could only be activated by a fingerprint.
She took the passenger elevator.
As she watched the numbers jump up and down, her heart raced.
But not out of fear.
It was more of an excitement about heading to the battlefield.
"bite--"
We've reached the top floor.
The meeting room door was open.
There were a few people sitting inside.
Besides Jiang Ci, there was Zhang Annian, as well as several project managers.
Wen Ning walked to the door and gently knocked.
"Knock knock".
All eyes turned to them.
In the main seat.
Jiang Ci was listening to his subordinate's report, twirling a fountain pen in his hand.
He paused when he heard the knock on the door.
Raise your head.
Eyes facing each other.
The obsessive desire to devour her was gone from his eyes, as was the cautious humility he once possessed.
Instead, there is appreciation.
There is also a kind of restrained, deeply hidden tenderness.
"Miss Wen."
Jiang Ci put down his pen.
He stood up.
This action prompted all the senior executives in the conference room to stand up.
This is the highest courtesy we can show to our partners.
He walked around the conference table and strode to the door.
He didn't directly take her hand or forcefully pull her to his side like before.
He stopped a meter in front of her.
Extend your right hand.
Dry palms, long and slender fingers.
"welcome."
His voice was deep and magnetic, with a businesslike and proper tone.
"Thank you for taking on this project."
Wen Ning looked at that hand.
I looked again at his face, which, though stern, was full of respect.
She smiled.
That was a smile of relief.
"Mr. Jiang, you're too kind."
She reached out and took his hand.
"Since it's a good project, I have no reason to refuse it."
Hands clasped together.
Wen Ning could feel the warmth of his palm.
It's hot.
He held it tightly, yet with great restraint.
He only paused for three seconds before restraining himself and letting go.
There was no crossing of the boundary.
There was no ambiguity.
They were like two truly equal business partners.
"Please sit down."
Jiang Ci politely stepped aside and led her to a seat.
The position is the first one on his left.
That's the position of a core advisor.
……
The meeting began.
Zhang Annian was responsible for explaining the project background.
"This time, our Limitless project will launch an AI art creation assistance system called 'Muse'."
"It is not just a tool, but also requires an understanding of the soul of art to give it aesthetic logic."
"Therefore, we need a real painter to serve as the art mentor for 'Muse'."
Wen Ning listened very attentively.
She listened while taking notes in her notebook.
He occasionally asked a few questions, and they all hit the nail on the head.
"Algorithms can generate images, but they lack emotional coherence."
Wen Ning pointed to the example image on the screen, her tone professional.
"For example, the handling of light and shadow in this image is too focused on physical accuracy, which has resulted in a loss of artistic tension. I think this needs adjustment..."
Her demeanor at work is completely different from her usual gentle and sweet self.
With focused eyes, he spoke fluently and eloquently.
He radiates a kind of light called "talent".
Jiang Ci sat in the main seat.
He held a pen in his hand, seemingly taking notes, but his gaze never left Wen Ning's profile.
He watched as she confidently refuted the technical director's point of view.
Watching her explain her ideas using professional terminology.
I looked at her eyes, which were slightly bright as she got excited while talking.
This is her.
This is the real her.
She was neither the canary he had caged, nor the penitent who had trampled herself into the mud to save him.
She is Wen Ning.
Wen Ning is a talented, thoughtful, and independent painter.
Jiang Ci's heart began to pound violently at that moment.
It was even faster than when I first met her in the library.
It was even more satisfying than when I found her in the rainy night.
He loved not only her appearance, but also her kindness.
I love her even more right now...
The way their very souls seemed to glow.
"it is good."
When Wen Ning finished giving his last piece of advice.
Jiang Ci spoke.
He looked at her, a proud smile playing on his lips.
"Teacher Wen is absolutely right."
He changed the way he addressed her directly.
The title "Teacher Wen" elevated her to the highest status.
"The technical department revised it according to Professor Wen's suggestions."
"In this project, Professor Wen has veto power over everything regarding aesthetics."
The entire audience erupted in uproar.
But no one dared to object.
Wen Ning's speech just now truly impressed these science and engineering students.
"Thank you for your trust, Mr. Jiang."
Wen Ning pursed her lips shyly, her cheeks slightly flushed.
"Just call me Wen Ning... I don't deserve to be called Teacher Wen."
"In any professional field, those who are skilled are teachers."
Jiang Ci looked at her, his eyes deep.
"You are qualified."
……
End of the meeting.
After signing the contract.
Wen Ning packed her things and prepared to leave.
"I'll head back now. I'll bring the first draft over next week."
"etc."
Jiang Ci called out to her.
"What's wrong?"
Wen Ning turned around. "Is there still a problem with the contract?"
Jiang Ci shook his head.
He walked up to her.
The formal, businesslike distance dissipated slightly, revealing a touch of personal warmth.
It's noon.
He glanced at his watch.
"As the client, treating the contractor to a simple meal shouldn't be considered a violation of regulations, right?"
He looked at her, his eyes filled with a cautious, tentative gaze.
I was afraid she would refuse.
Wen Ning was taken aback.
Then, she burst out laughing.
"General Manager Jiang."
She held the drawing board and tilted her head to look at him.
What's your budget for treating others?
"I won't eat anything that's too cheap."
Jiang Ci breathed a sigh of relief.
A smile instantly spread across his eyes.
"No upper limit."
He took the drawing board from her hand.
"We'll eat whatever you want."
The two walked out of the conference room side by side.
The silhouettes are harmonious and beautiful.
Zhang Annian, standing at the back, adjusted his glasses and sighed:
"Our Brother Ci... this time he's finally on the right path."
"Is this what they call...a workplace romance?"