"Manager Bai."
Bai Yulan raised his head and saw a shop assistant push the door open and come in. He set down a pitch-black ring. "They're back."
The ring was rusty and chipped, with a pattern that could vaguely be recognized as a four-leaf clover. It seemed to be a cheap piece made of cast iron, but after examining it carefully for a moment, Bai Yulan reverently slipped it onto the ring finger of his right hand and asked, "I understand."
The shop assistant left, and Bai Yulan took out his pocket watch to check the time. It was only four in the afternoon, so he continued working at his desk.
Judging only by his name, many people would assume he was a woman or a delicate man. In truth, they would not be far off: he was indeed a handsome man with rather feminine features. The reason Jing Zhengwei had hired him and skipped the preliminary stage of doing manual labor, assigning him to handle business affairs from the start, was of course not because he was good at arithmetic or skilled with the written word, but because he was good-looking.
Jing Zhengwei naturally had no designs on him. He merely sent him to negotiate business with the heads of other trading companies. Good-looking people were always treated favorably, and good-looking men even more so. Some might think that handsome men were useless to other men, or even aroused their jealousy. That was not entirely wrong, but it depended on the situation.
If a handsome man was your roommate or superior, with a status close to yours yet an advantage over you thanks to his looks, you would naturally feel jealous and resentful. But if that handsome man needed something from you and had a lower status than you,