Mr. Dior - Chap 3
The whole building of Shi Fei is full of various high-tech facilities. For example, this elevator requires the employee’s card to be swiped for it to operate. Every floor where the employee is allowed to go is fixed, which means that an employee cannot go to the floor which is beyond its card’s limitation.
The president’s exclusive elevator only needs the president’s fingerprint to be brushed over in order to gain access to whatever floor in the entire building.
Zhang Chenfei entered into the elevator and naturally pressed the button of the top floor. As an overbearing president, you should have an office with a 360-degree panoramic view and with a floor-to-ceiling glass window, standing at the highest point of the city every day, and overlooking all living things.
“Can’t you remember the floor?” Jiao Qi looked at him strangely, raising his hand and pressing the button indicating a floor in the middle of the building.
As it turns out, he does not have a panoramic office on the top floor. Instead, according to the tradition of the 1990s, the cadre’s office was arranged at the middle level to facilitate communication and it provides a more convenient escape should an accident or disaster occur.
Not at all fashionable!
“Ding!” They have arrived. The three secretaries, two men and a woman, were standing in the doorway carrying their documents with them. When they saw Jiao Qi at the door, they immediately straightened their uniform and stood upright. Their speed of speaking was twice faster than usual.
“President, this is the document to be signed today.”
“President, you have a meeting at 10 o’clock this morning. It will be held in the meeting room at the top floor. I will remind you again at 9:45.”
“President, President Li called just now. He will be coming over at two o’clock in the afternoon.”
The president nodded calmly and took the waist of his young wife into the spacious office: “From today on, you will be working here.”
“Huh?” Jiao Qi raised his eyebrows and cast a sidelong glance at his husband.
“Mother!” The three secretaries couldn’t help but exclaim and the female secretary in high heels almost fell to the ground.
“You will be my personal assistant responsible for serving tea, pouring water, reorganizing the documents, and …” the president paused. Lightly biting his wife’s fair earlobe, and with a voice that only the two of them can hear, he continued, “to relieve the president’s desire.”
President Jiao could not help but shamelessly turn his face red. For a very long time, he had never heard this man speak such obscene words and for a moment, he actually felt a bit nostalgic. He coughed and soon pushed the man away. His cold face turned to the three secretaries and said: “I will move here to work in the near future. But all the documents that will be signed by the President shall be given to me.”
“Yes!” The three secretaries stood neatly and then bowed uniformly at forty-five degrees. Without hesitation, they directly accepted the order.
“President Li’s meeting shall be postponed and inform him to come back tomorrow instead. We will not be in the company this afternoon. If there are any urgent matters, we will handle them this morning.”
“Yes, President Jiao!”
The president watched helplessly at his subordinates following his wife’s orders. After listening to the Madame admonish his employees, he held his wife’s hand and walked towards his office together. His wife did not even ask him, not even the slightest bit, of his opinions and he could not help but extend his hand to ask: “Hey, that… ”
“Click.” The heavy solid wood door gently closed and the interior of the room turned quiet. The president was not able to continue whatever he was about to say as he became absent-minded just like when he heard the sound of the autumn wind sweeping through the leaves.
Something is wrong!
Zhang Chenfei looked back and saw his lovely little wife already swaggering and sitting in the position that was originally meant for the president. Moreover, he skillfully keyed in the power-on password on the keyboard. As the computer’s welcome music filled the air, it was probably true that computers are like the secretaries, they both lack loyalty to their boss.
The president slowly walked to the desk and looked at his wife in a condescending manner: “How do you know my power-on password?”
“What’s so strange about that?” Jiao Qi looked up at him. After all, all their passwords are mutually known to each other.
The president’s look was unpredictable. Suddenly, he tossed his little wife who had flipped his computer and pressed him down on the sofa.
“You’re a corporate spy sent by Wang-shi, aren’t you?” {T/N: 氏 | shì – refers to person’s clan name or the person’s maiden name}
“Ah?” Jiao Qi is somewhat ignorant at what his husband was saying.
“It was indeed a pretense! The fact that your father owed me a debt was only a pretense!” The president tightly pursed up his lips. “Earlier, I have already told you that you cannot bear the price of betraying me!” After speaking, he suddenly tore away his lovely little wife’s shirt and an exquisite shirt button flew out.
“Bastard, this is the new Dior I just bought!” The little wife endlessly struggled with a frightened expression.
“President, the meeting is about to begin …
… ” The secretary pushed the door open and his jaw almost fell to the ground at the sight in front of him. Then, just like a tortoise that has been scalded by the boiling water, he instantly shrank back. “Bang!” He shut the door and pretended that he never appeared inside the room.
Due to the disruption of the secretary, the president was not able to proceed. He could only change the power-on password face-to-face: “The password has been changed. You better behave and don’t think about scheming with the computer anymore.”
“0826?” Jiao Qi gracefully buttoned up his clothes as he asked.
“How do you know?” The president looked up in shock.
“Nonsense, that’s my birthday.”
” … ”
Jiao Qi closely followed Zhang Chenfei all morning while staring at him on one side. Surprisingly, he found out that although the president had a cognitive bias in dealing with their personal relationship and emotional issues, he did not have much problems in handling corporate affairs. Knowing this, he could not help but quietly relax.
“Come with me to a place this afternoon.” After lunch, Jiao Qi pulled Zhang Chenfei into the car. He will take him to see a private doctor.
Public hospitals’ medical services are relatively superficial so the rich people normally have their private doctors. Most of these private doctors have left the hospital to open their own clinics. Their fees are very high but their corresponding medical skills are quite superb.
“Where to?” Throwing off the hand that’s tightly grasping his, Zhang Chenfei put on a smile yet not a smile and stopped three steps away from the car. His attitude is extremely uncooperative.
Obviously, if Jiao Qi can’t give him a sufficient reason, he will turn his face away in the next second.
“To settle a debt.” Jiao Qi thoughtlessly coaxed him as he was afraid of him creating a ruckus.
Zhang Chenfei sneered and his long arm stretched towards his lovely little wife. He pulled his wife into his bosom and trapped him within his embrace.
His two fingers pinched that exquisite and good-looking chin while moving closely to his ear and muttered nefariously: “I already told you. Before you get pregnant, not even a cent of your father’s debt will be paid.”
The hot air sprayed on his face, causing the little wife’s ear to redden.
“To conceive a child, you must have a jī [1] … cough … at the very least, you must give an advance payment.” Jiao Qi struggled to free himself from his tight embrace. After that, he dragged him into the front passenger seat. Following reason and in order to move the feelings of his husband, he also added: “Prostitutes get paid 200 for one night, and you slept with me last night… twice.”
{T/N: [1] 鸡 | jī – It means fowl or chicken. But here, the meaning is ‘prostitute’ which is a slang term.}
Stepping on the accelerator, the silver Maserati rushes out of the underground garage of Shi Fei.
At first, Zhang Chenfei was feeling unhappy. There was a sense of discomfort knowing that his little wife had calculated everything that happened last night. However, it also makes sense once he thinks about it. The father of his young wife owes so much money. If he does not give an advance payment, his father’s hand might be chopped off or his leg chopped off. He does not want his Jiao Qi to bathe his face with tears every day.
“Well, for the sake of your devotion to me last night, let me give you first an advance payment of 100 million.” Zhang Chenfei picked out a black card and clipped it in between his distinct fingers.
Jiao Qi obliquely glanced at him: “That’s very kind of you, Mr. Dior Zhang.”
“No, call me Dior.” Between us, you should not sound so estranged.
” … ”
Caught off guard, the Maserati reeled and nearly knocked against the beggar with a dirty rag on his hand who had forced his way to wash the car on the cross road.
“If you don’t want to give money, just say it straight!” The beggar looked at them with contempt, put his hands together and wiped the windshield.
After the rough ride, they have finally arrived at the private clinic.
Partly hidden from people’s view, there stood a small multi-storied white building in the middle of the trees. It was purely of European architecture which looked magnificent and beautiful. It does not look like a clinic at all.
The style of the interior decoration and its external appearance show a high degree of consistency of taking the high-end luxury route. In the parlor, there is a royal blue velvet sofa with a thick carpet of stars. Hanging on the wall is Ruben’s 《The Descent of Christ》frame. Whether it was true or false, the fact remains that the frame is very high-end.
“Mr. Jiao, Dr. Que has already been waiting for you in the consulting room.”
The doctor who opened this clinic, named Que De, is an ethnic Chinese [2]. He grew up in the US. He was a medical genius and received his doctorate at a young age. On a whim, he went back to China and opened a clinic to devote himself to the rich.
{T/N: [2] ethnic Chinese – The term “ethnic Chinese” is more often used to describe people of Chinese descent but are no longer living in China. Read more here.}
Since he will be staying in China, he must get himself a Chinese name.
At that time, the friend who helped him with the preparations for his clinic was a native of Tianjin (a municipality in northeast China). His friend asked him to set the standard pricing for the clinic’s various services. But after he learned of it, his friend’s face wrinkled up like that of dog as he remarked. “You are really lacking virtue. You are really cruel.”
As a result, he was called Que De.
{T/N: 缺 | quē – means lacking or deficient; and 德 | dé – means virtue / morality / ethics / kindness}
Dr. Que De’s clients are the rich and the wealthy. The middle-aged and old people account for more than half of his clients. The middle-aged and elderly people always have some feelings that they cannot easily throw away such as the feeling of gratitude. Hence, around the 《The Descent of Christ》frame, there are also more than a dozen faces of 《The Living Hua Tuo [3]》 and a printed scarlet multicolored silk banner of 《Magical Hands Bring The Dying Back To Life [4]》.
{T/N: [3] 华佗 | Huà Tuó – He was a famous doctor at the end of Han Dyansty.}
{T/N: [4] 妙手回春 | Miào Shǒu Huí Chūn – it means ‘magical hands bring the dying back to life’ (idiom) / miracle cure / brilliant doctor}
This can also be regarded as a merger between China and the West.
“Mr. Zhang, please swipe your smart brain.” The front desk small brother smilingly looked at Zhang Chenfei.
Louis XIII was returned to the factory for repairs, and now Zhangda diao is like a primitive man without his smart brain. The considerate front desk was not baffled by this as he gave him a temporary card. He took out the temporary card and collected the fee through the POS machine.
Seeing the credit card machine, Zhang Chenfei came to understand things clearly. His little wife’s father really didn’t have knowledge and experience. He borrowed money just to actually find a place with no style. When his wife’s father came and asked for money, he didn’t know that while chatting with him, there were hidden daggers behind those smiles. But he wouldn’t be tempted to truss up his father-in-law because that will make his lovely little wife to weep until the sky darkens.
Boring. Not being able to do as he wishes as an overbearing president, he took out his black card with a slightly raised chin and asked: “How much?”
“Two hundred.” Jiao Qi took the black card and handed it to the front desk.
Just two million? What a joke!
“Two million, such a small amount. You ask the secretary to pay for it and let’s end things here.” The president was also very dissatisfied. Just for this trivial matter, he actually asked him to make a trip here.
“It’s two hundred yuan.” Jiao Qi pointed at the amount displayed on the credit card machine and then swiped the card.
The front desk small brother smiled and took out the “200 yuan” from the credit card and gestured to take Zhang Chenfei’s signature.
Zhang Chenfei looked at the amount and stared at it blankly. All of a sudden, in a low voice, he whispered to his lovable little wife: “We did it twice yesterday night. I should give you four hundred.”
“……get lost!”
