Revenge Sevenfold

Fixed price...

Yan blinked. Wait, that wasn't the point. The point was, why is Miss Hui selling it to him?

He was only here to take it back!

Hui Yin had released him from her grip, and now she was studying her nails with a 'mature' aura.

She looked like one of those women at the market that was best at haggling prices, with years of experience under their belt.

"If you only want a picture of it, then that's sixty yuan. But if you want the original, I'm afraid it'll be a bit pricier than that." Hui Yin tsk-ed. "I guess I'll give you a slight discount, since we know each other."

Yan's face had three black lines running over it.

Miss Hui, what do you mean discount, it's supposed to be free in the first place...

However, Hui Yin had lost all reason at this moment. All she could see was money, and it shone like starlight in her eyes.

Ka-cha! Ka-cha!

The '¥' symbol of Chinese yuan popped like a casino slot machine in her eyes, glowing with a resplendent light.

Yan could only swallow his protest and ask nervously, "How much for the original?"

Hui Yin smiled, and held two fingers in front of him. "Two hundred yuan."

Two hundred yuan!

Yan was dumbfounded. Two hundred yuan for a piece of paper? This was basically daylight robbery!

"Miss Hui, I'm only here on CEO and Chairman Lu's orders..." So could you please stop assaulting me like an experienced swindler? Yan was complaining deep inside his heart.

While two hundred yuan was nothing to him considering his salary, Yan felt that if he surely gave up two hundred yuan right now for a sheet of paper, he would be unworthy of being called the assistant of a wealthy businessman.

Although it was precisely the fiancée of that wealthy businessman who was scamming him...

Hui Yin shrugged. "Take it or leave it."

She reached out as if to close the door, and Yan cried out, "Miss Hui, wait!"

Hui Yin stared at him expectantly.

Yan wanted to cry as he took out his wallet and handed over the two hundred yuan. Forget it! Since this was the lady boss anyway, two hundred yuan was nothing in order to gain her favor. Besides, Yan could just tell the boss about this matter and he would be immediately compensated...but this encounter left Yan feeling confused as well.

He knew how ridiculously wealthy his boss was. In fact, his boss might even be the richest man in the world. Yan was sure that if Miss Hui wanted some money, his boss would immediately give it to her.

So why is Miss Hui choosing to live in poverty?

Was it because of pride?

But clearly, she couldn't afford to stay like this any longer. Yan was sure that the boss wouldn't think any less of Miss Hui if she asked him for help. Should he tell the boss about her situation?

Hui Yin pocketed the two hundred yuan, looking happy. She quickly retrieved the contract, passing it to Assistant Yan.

"Thank you for your business," Hui Yin said, and the smile that graced her lips was so radiant that it temporarily blinded Assistant Yan.

Then she closed the door, shamelessly counting the spoils of war.

Yan was left staring at the closed door, struck speechless. He suddenly had a terrifying thought: if Miss Hui entered business and finance, would the Great Dragon King still keep his throne?

After all, the level of Miss Hui's shamelessness could easily rival those ruthless sharks in Wall Street...

...

Nestled on the banks of the Li River in Guangxi Zhuang Autonomous Region, Yangshuo was a small county town that was famous for its breathtaking, landscape scenery.

Surrounded by dramatic karst mountains on each side, it somehow gave the aura of an ancient mystical painting, pure and untouchable.

There was a popular saying that boasted, 'the landscape of Guilin is the most beautiful in the world, but the landscape of Yangshuo is the most beautiful in Guilin'. It has to be said that if one wanted to appreciate the craftsmanship of nature, then one would only need to visit Yangshuo.

At this particular moment, Hui Yin was sitting inside a bus, along with the filming crew for the PV.

Director Sun was chatting on the front with the production assistant, while the rest were either sleeping or taking in the view, snapping photographs to post on Weibo.

Much to Hui Yin's surprise, Liu Jun had joined them just as they were about to depart earlier.

He was now seated at the very back of the bus, alone and sleeping peacefully. His silver hair rustled softly from the gentle breeze blowing through the rolled down windows, giving him a mysterious aura.

Hui Yin smiled as she took in the serene beauty of Yangshuo. Her hair had been tied into a low and loose braid, and some strands had loosened from the tie to frame her face.

Director Sun told them that a generous patron had offered to lend them his manor in Yangshuo for the PV, and since Yangshuo was perfect for <Captive>, he had quickly agreed.