A Publicity Stunt? Making a Name for Himself

He couldn't even beat a receptionist, let alone her boss, Zhang Yang.

Besides, Lei Hu had already looked into Zhang Yang. The man was extraordinary, and his consulting company was nothing like it appeared to outsiders. Its depths were unfathomable.

"So you know you were wrong. Good. But you're still not sincere enough!"

Lei Hu wasn't kneeling to Zhang Yang, but Zhang Yang stood nearby with a grin. This time, he had to make Lei Hu admit defeat completely. Kneeling wasn't enough. He needed to kowtow.

Lei Hu nodded, set down the shoebox, then planted both hands on the floor and bent forward.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

He kowtowed three times. Each crack of his forehead against the cold floor rang out, shocking everyone.

"Enough!"

Zhang Xin'ai finally spoke. She was usually so ruthless that her opponents never got the chance to kowtow and apologize before they were finished. But Lei Hu had come bearing shoes to say sorry, and she had no experience with that.

Now that she had spoken, she had effectively forgiven Lei Hu.

"Miss Zhang, I bought these shoes to make it up to you. You have to accept them, or it means you haven't forgiven me!"

Brimming with sincerity, Lei Hu picked up the shoes again. He looked ready to put them on her himself, but Zhang Xin'ai would never let him touch her. She wasn't even wearing stockings.

"She'll take them!"

Zhang Xin'ai looked disdainful, so Zhang Yang answered for her and took the shoes.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang. Just say the word if you need anything. I'll be at your service anytime, whatever it takes."

Lei Hu turned on his knees to face Zhang Yang. Clearly, he was asking to become Zhang Yang's follower.

Zhang Yang shook his head and sighed. If Lei Hu