“And even if it doesn’t turn into a long-term stable relationship, a one-night stand would be nice too. Honestly, I’ve been single for twenty-eight years, and sometimes I do think about women.”

“…If you have the guts, go tell her yourself!” Philip Brown was both angry and scared, his whole body trembling. He stared at the workflow in the office system, which had already reached Emily Bennett, and wished he could chop off the hand that had clicked the mouse!

How could he have let such a scoundrel go see Mr. Bennett!

Philip Brown really didn’t want to say another word to this shameless guy, only hoping that on his way to the top-floor president’s office, he’d get beaten up by security for being a pervert and end up looking like Kong Yiji.

But Scott Smith himself patted his chest with full confidence: “Alright, Mr. Brown, just wait for my good news. If this works out, I’ll put in a good word for you so you can work less overtime in the future.” As he spoke, he looked at Philip Brown’s receding hairline with a look of pity. “Working overtime all the time is really bad for your health. Mr. Brown, you don’t have any kids yet, do you?”

“Get lost!”

…

Half a day later.

“Gentlemen, I have successfully infiltrated the enemy ranks.”

In a private room at a café, Mr. Smith strolled in leisurely, then tossed a brand-new work ID onto the table in front of the assembled group, including Benjamin Franklin. Inside the plastic sleeve, Mr. Smith’s hair was greasy and messy, his hairline alarmingly high, his eyes half-open and half-closed with sleep in the corners, his face pale—he looked every bit the junkie. Below the two-inch photo, it read: Senior Engineer, Technology Department, YinXun Corporation, Scott Smith.

“……”

The silence in the room spoke volumes about everyone’s mood. Blake White, who was painstakingly investigating the Wen Group’s management structure, Ray, who had just finished checking the cafeteria staff’s background at YinXun, and Kingston, who had hired a black market dealer to forge a Chinese citizen identity, all stared at Mr. Smith in disbelief.

“What the hell are you doing!?”

“You actually managed to sneak in!?”

Getting into YinXun under the guise of a job applicant wasn’t a complicated idea, but to pull it off in just one day—this information broker’s efficiency was downright terrifying!

It took everyone a moment to process their shock, then the Sakurajima girl asked, “Didn’t you say you could get a photo with Emily Bennett? All you have now is a work ID?”

“A photo? Here you go.” Mr. Smith had anticipated this and whipped out his trump card—a color photo printed from an old Polaroid.

In the photo, Mr. Smith wore a lazy, goofy grin, a stark contrast to his usual shrewd image. Next to him stood the chairman and president of YinXun, Emily Bennett, looking both amused and awkward.

The two stood very close, shoulders touching. Mr. Smith’s right hand flashed a V-sign with negative style points, while his left arm was outrageously draped over Miss Bennett’s shoulder.

Seeing the photo, Ray’s jaw nearly dropped: “You photoshopped this, right?!”

“Are you kidding? I’m not that kind of despicable person!” As he spoke, Mr. Smith carefully pulled a long strand of hair from his sleeve. “Look, I even got a lock of Miss Bennett’s hair. You can smell it and see if it’s really hers!”

After saying that, Mr. Smith carefully put the hair away again.

Ray was dumbfounded: “…I don’t know if it’s really hers, but I do know you’re seriously a pervert!”

Blake White questioned, “As a stranger, you got that close to Emily Bennett—didn’t Wendy Green do anything? Where was he at the time?”

Mr. Smith retorted matter-of-factly, “Where else? Who do you think took the photo?”

“…” Blake White couldn’t help but choke on his own saliva. “You actually had Wendy Green take your picture?!”

“What’s wrong with that? Honestly, as a newly hired high-level talent, is it too much to ask for a photo with the president? And at the time, there were only three of us in the president’s office. If he didn’t take the picture, was I supposed to do a selfie? You guys always put yourselves in the role of assassins by default, but actually, Wendy Green is pretty easy to talk to. So later, I even took a photo with him too…”

Benjamin Franklin asked, “Didn’t all this make Wendy Green suspicious?”

Mr. Smith said, “How could it not? In fact, Wendy Green has never trusted anyone. In Emily Bennett’s office, he scrutinizes everyone with suspicion. It’s just that someone as weak and harmless as me doesn’t trigger his alarm.”

“So this time you got up close with both Emily Bennett and Wendy Green. How did it feel?”

Mr. Smith stroked his chin. “All I can say is, Miss Bennett’s reputation is well-deserved. She’s even more beautiful in person than in photos or videos, and her bust is even bigger than the files say. The handiwork of a super soldier is not to be underestimated.”

“……”

Chapter 8: Model Employee’s Year-End Bonus Skyrockets