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“Ale, don’t rush; I’m on my way to the restaurant now and will be there in ten minutes,” he hastily explained after picking up the call.

“You don’t need to come anymore; Xinling and I have already finished eating.” From her voice, it was clear that Song Lele was somewhat dispirited.

“Ah? You’ve already eaten? Lele, I’m really sorry. How about… I treat you guys again tomorrow?” Tang Feng wanted to explain the situation, but it was the kind of thing that couldn’t be explained.

First, Mao Anyi was a public figure, after all, and her image had to be considered.

Secondly, the process of cleansing her system couldn’t be clearly explained.

Although he did it to save someone, in others’ eyes, they might think he was taking advantage of a girl on purpose.

“It’s okay; you must have some more important matters to deal with. I can understand.” There wasn’t a hint of emotion in Song Lele’s voice, and it was unclear if she was speaking her mind or just saying it.

“You… really aren’t mad?”

“Truly.”

“Then you’ve got to make some kind of request, otherwise, I won’t feel right.”

Then, he heard Song Lele chuckle over the phone, “You’re just too… never mind, since you insist I make a request, let me think.”

Tang Feng quietly waited.

A few moments later, Song Lele continued, “Right, Xinling said she really wants to try out the container blind box; if you’re free, you could come along with us.”

“What’s a container blind box?” Tang Feng heard a fresh term and was immediately curious.

“As the name implies. There are a lot of containers abandoned by their owners at the port, and to solve the backlog issue, the port periodically auctions these containers off. No one knows what’s inside beforehand; only after you buy it and open it will you know what you got…”

Song Lele explained it to him.

Tang Feng got the gist of it; it was just a larger version of a blind box.

Only instead of a small box, it was a container, but it did sound thrilling.

“Okay, send me the time and place later; we’ll meet at the port tomorrow.”

After he hung up the phone, he looked back at the hotel.

Now that he no longer needed to rush for Song Lele’s appointment, should he go back and help Miss. Mao adjust her body?

After all, he hadn’t yet had the chance to try out his hands-on methods.

But it was only a thought he dared to entertain.

He had missed the best opportunity to practice his methods, and now that Miss. Mao was awake, the consequences would be severe if he dared to entertain such unrealistic thoughts again.

Why did he feel like there was a bit of a futile effort here?

He hadn’t gained any advantage from Mao Anyi and had missed a date with two beautiful women for nothing.

Sigh, it’s hard being a good guy.

He grabbed a bowl of ramen at a roadside stall, then drove his Cayenne back home.

As he was going upstairs, he encountered Wang Xiaodao coming down.

Their eyes met for a moment before naturally drifting apart.

He continued upstairs while Wang Xiaodao kept descending.

If this were a movie scene, the camera would surely have given each of them a close-up before rotating 360 degrees around them both.

It would portray the face-off between the hero and the villain.

But in reality, they simply passed by each other without incident.

With his recent wealth of real combat experience, he no longer felt the panic he once did when facing Wang Xiaodao.

He now had the strength to take on a hundred enemies; he couldn’t claim to be invincible nationwide, but at least in Zhonghai, he was ranked among the top.

But he didn’t dare to be too arrogant.

This was no longer the age of cold weapons; it didn’t matter whether you were the enemy of a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand, a single burst of gunfire could end everything.

Even if the mighty warlord Xiang Yu lived to this day, he’d probably not be a match for an ordinary armed officer.

Once he got home, he washed up quickly and fell into bed, asleep.

Since he took up Martial Arts Mastery, he could eat and sleep well; he used to have occasional insomnia, but now, as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out like a light.

When he awoke, it was already past nine o’clock the following morning.

He checked his phone and saw a message.

It was from Song Lele, with the time and place.

“Xunshan Port, ten in the morning.”

He looked up the directions to Xunshan Port, which was about half an hour away.

Having already stood up the two beauties yesterday, he would have to get there on time today, come hell or high water.

He jumped out of bed, rushed into the bathroom to clean up, put on a fresh casual suit, and prepared to leave.

As he opened the door, there stood Qin Yanan.

“All dressed up; are you going on another date?” Qin Yanan scrutinized him with a judging look.

“Ahem, I ran into an accident on the way yesterday and missed their meeting, so I have to go again today,” Tang explained briefly.

“Tang, this won’t do. You’ve just started at the store, and every other day you’re wandering off. Isn’t that inappropriate?” Qin Yanan immediately took up a managerial stance and began a stern lecture.

“Didn’t you say that I don’t need to go to the store every day, only to step in when the other appraisers can’t solve a problem?” Tang Feng retorted with conviction.

“I…” Qin Yanan was momentarily speechless; it seemed that she had indeed said that, “I did say so, but you’re just getting started in this industry, and there’s a lot you need to learn…”

Tang Feng interrupted her, “That’s my concern. If I make a mistake later on, you can punish me however you see fit.”

Qin Yanan glared at him angrily, feeling it was humiliating to be a boss to such an extent.

Being confronted by an employee in such a way, it was utterly infuriating.

But she didn’t dare scold him like she would other employees, as even Mr. Zhang had acknowledged his value.

Such a precious gem should be treasured, not provoked; if he got annoyed and quit, she’d have nowhere to cry.

“Then at least drive me to the store before your date; can you do that much?” she relented, which was as much stubbornness as she could muster as a boss.

Tang Feng glanced at the time, realizing it was too late. He handed her the car keys, “You can drive yourself; I’ll take a cab.”

After saying this, he left Mr. Qin standing there and went his way.

Qin Yanan fumed, reaching out into the air as if to grab something.

“Such a guy, all for the opposite sex but no brotherhood.”