Chapter Seventeen: Turned to Ashes at a Glance

  Qin Luoshui finished introducing Song Shuyu and carefully led the way in front.

  Song Shuyu followed him, politely pulling open a smile, casually nodding, and didn't know who he was facing, perhaps he wasn't looking at anyone, yet making those people feel like everyone was in his eyes.

  Walked all the way to the innermost private room, sat down, lowered his head, and casually picked up chopsticks to eat a few bites of food to fill his stomach.

  Qin Luoshui stood by, watching those people clinking their cups together and making a toast.

  This is where Song Shu Yu's ancestors originated from, and there were also those who came to pay their respects or had connections with the family. He didn't put on airs, but instead was straightforward and friendly in his interactions.

  Qin Luoshui briefed him on the situation and took advantage of a gap to go out and greet the reporters outside, after all, there were still two people left, who dared to neglect them.

  Song Shuyu did not intend to rush through this matter. He responded to their enthusiasm, after all, military supplies were no trivial matter.

  Seeing everyone's vigilance had been withdrawn, the timing was just right, a smile was retracted, and the words were thrown out without any mercy.

  "I ask everyone to take care of this matter personally, as it is a legitimate business that benefits A city and brings blessings to the people. If anyone makes a mistake in their link, there's no need for a military trial; I'll just have them dismissed directly. Of course, if everything goes smoothly, this lucrative position will be yours in the future."

  Having said what he wanted to say, he put down his chopsticks and calmly said: "I'm a bit tired!"

  He finished speaking and raised his eyes to a cup of white wine in front of him, took a swig, then put down the cup and stood up.

  Others also stood up one after another, raised their cups and drained them in one gulp.

  "Song has left, you may take your leave!"

  He said, casually twisting his slightly sore neck, and turned to leave abruptly. Such inexplicable gatherings with almost all unfamiliar faces, he had experienced several times and was numb to them, but coping with them was necessary.

  Someone had already kindly opened the door to the quiet rest area inside the private room for him, avoiding the noisy and lively hall.

  Those people all smiled and followed him out, reluctant to part with him.

  Outside the private room is a quiet and peaceful corridor paved with crimson Persian carpet, revealing a hint of understated luxury.

  Song Shuoye walked out of the VIP room with a steady pace, followed by the attendants who kept a one-meter distance behind him.

  He slightly furrowed his brow in thought, was it necessary to be so passionate?

  On second thought, it can be understood that a large sum of long-term orders is absolutely a big cake for the depressed business in City A.

  People behind him are just like him, and they are very familiar with his eyebrows and eyes.

  But there's no way out, I have to grit my teeth and follow through.

  They spent a lot of effort just to see him for a moment, and in the end they only had a meal that lasted over ten minutes. They didn't even have a chance to say what they wanted to say. Even now, following behind him on this short walk, trying to get familiar with him, isn't that an opportunity?

  After all, troops are supported by the country, and the demand for high-end goods is huge, with huge profits!

  The dim light shone on the group of dignified business elites behind him, with a hint of dark irony.

  At the end of the corridor, he turned a corner and stopped, dazed for a moment.

  On the wall opposite the spacious corridor, six three-dimensional and beautiful modern lady paintings are inlaid in a row.

  He narrowed his eyes dangerously, Qin Luoshui, this guy's tricks are really many!

  These six two-meter-high paintings inlaid on the wall at equal distances, one foot off the ground, have elegant carvings on their frames, but inside are not paintings, but beautiful women as lovely as flowers.

  The dim yellow spotlight shone from above, illuminating several women standing in a picture frame-like window, each with a different posture, their bodies wrapped only in plain white jackets, short skirts or tube dresses, their skin emitting a faint ivory glow under the light, that appearance, not just vivid and lifelike.

  Song Shuyu withdrew his gaze and turned his head to scrutinize one by one the smiling faces behind him.

  That cold gaze, as sharp as electricity, swept over everyone, and almost everyone's body exuded a faint chill.

  He turned around and stepped into the corridor with his eyes fixed straight ahead.

  Suddenly, a low and husky voice with a hint of laziness came through: "When someone arrives, call me for a moment, lean against the wall and take a nap. Who came up with this stupid idea? We've been posing for half a day, I'm sore all over."

  This sound, like a sigh of relief, broke the silence, with a hint of resentment and sharpness, yet made those who only heard the voice but not see the person behind it, sweat profusely.

  Song Shuwei originally didn't want to bother with it, but in a flash of inspiration, he suddenly felt his heartstrings vibrate: why did this voice sound so familiar?

  Very familiar!

  Familiarity breeds contempt.

  "Who sent this damned hoof, so utterly without eyes!"

  Not just one person secretly cursed, but more importantly, praying that it wasn't the gift they gave.

  The girl's courage is commendable for showing up in such a bold manner, but this setting is extremely inappropriate.

  The five women standing there, their expressions became somewhat less calm, some were gloating, some were smiling charmingly, and some were as cold as ice. The subtle and silent struggle between the women had already begun...

  Song Shuyu raised his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet.

  He walked past them one by one, expressionless, following the direction of the sound, and stood directly in front of the last painting, which was farthest from the corridor he had just come from.

  The woman in this painting is obviously the one who just spoke.

  She stood in the window, her back against one side of the frame, her slender waist curved into an elegant arc, her short hair was black and messy, with ends that were uneven like feathers, covering half of her cheek.

  She lowered her eyes, as if she were meditating with her eyes closed.

  Under the dim spotlight, her row of long eyelashes curled up and looked so charming that it made people's hearts itch.

  A small nose like a white jade, delicate enough to make people want to pinch it.

  With lips of a faint orange-red color, crystal-like luster, slightly pouting.

  Black hair, white cheeks, eyelashes like a flash of wings, delicate mouth and nose, she's a sweet little woman.

  It seemed as if she felt like a prey being stared at, or the surrounding environment was quiet to the point of being abnormal. The woman's mind trembled and she turned her head sideways, opening her long eyelashes that resembled butterfly wings.

  Song Shuyu's heart was as if it had been tightly grasped, his pupils involuntarily dilating.

  Those narrow and long phoenix eyes, the hazy water vapor seemed to wrap around past events, like a deep pool of ink, wanting to engulf his consciousness.

  Her eyes met his, and her small face was full of astonishment. What kind of iron-blooded soldier is this!

  Her delicate lips trembled unintentionally, and her eyes turned gray!

  A cool liquid like alcohol poured into her body from his eyes, the kind of excitement that was about to be ignited by a match, made her have an illusion - her hair flying, the moon as the background, and the sound of quiet music.

  ……

  Zhang Pangzi, standing at the edge of the crowd behind him, cautiously peeked out and recognized that it was actually Sang Hong. He couldn't help but secretly curse his luck. He had found the little woman who could make A City's Qin Luo water nod in approval, and he was even lucky to have stumbled upon a pie that fell from the sky, only to discover that it was an iron plate that would smash him to death.

  He sensed that something was wrong with his instincts, and it's said that many high-ranking officials in the army are extremely sensitive and can be enraged by even slight disrespect, bringing unpredictable disasters.

  His face was red with anger and he almost cried out, looking up at the woman standing in the frame, his voice trembling: "Shang Hong, come down quickly, meet the leader!"