Not a trace of grease

[Hahaha, that's Assistant Chen for you. How did he even come up with a dirty trick like that?]

[Isn't this a bit of a cheap win for Assistant Chen? Pulling strings behind the scenes?]

[What do you mean, a cheap win? Would a professional beating a rookie be anything to be proud of?]

[A show-off using show-off mode seems pretty fair and reasonable to me.]

[But I have a question. If he hadn't mentioned beginner mode, who would've guessed? Why did he just blurt it right out?]

[Holy crap, could Assistant Chen actually be unable to keep his mouth shut?!]

The Sunset Tour Group only spent half a day at the golf course. After lunch, they boarded the minibus and left the greens.

As the vehicle slowly pulled away, the aunties poked their heads out of the windows.

"Number One, stop posing with your hands in your pockets. Keep being that greasy, and you might never find a wife!"

Suddenly looking uncomfortable, President Chen had no idea where to put his hands. After a long moment, he finally took them out.

"Young man Number Two, your smile is too fake. There's no sincerity in it at all. Watch out, or you'll end up just like Number One, unable to find a wife!"

Luo Ming, who had just been grinning foolishly with his big white teeth on display, abruptly froze. The corners of his mouth slowly pressed into a straight line.

"Young men Numbers Three and Four, don't learn from those two, or you might not find wives either."

Luo Yu and Luo Chenghai hurriedly put some distance between themselves and the people beside them, as though drawing a clear line.

[Hahaha, fuck, those aunties have sharp eyes. It only took half a day for them to figure out the Fourth Young Master would have trouble finding a wife?!]

[Mostly because the grease is just too obvious. Even the aunties, who aren't picky, couldn't stand it!]

[Who says aunties aren't picky? Their tastes are incredibly particular!]

"Chen, don't forget to message me. I'll mail you some local specialties." When the aunties turned to the last person, things gradually returned to normal. "The feedback forms are in the box. Contact me anytime if there's a problem."

"Will do." Chen Bei waved with a smile. "I hope you aunties enjoy the rest of your trip even more."

Once the minibus had left the golf course entirely, Chen Bei beckoned behind him with a finger. "That's a wrap."

The cameraman beside him asked in confusion, "Aren't we announcing the feedback results?"

"At dinner," Chen Bei said. "Let's keep a little suspense for now."

With that, the group took a van back to the villa.

They had barely gotten out when an assistant jogged over. "Assistant Chen, the director wants to see you."

"What about?" Chen Bei raised an eyebrow.

The assistant glanced at the guests behind him, leaned close to Chen Bei, and whispered, "An advertising sponsorship. They specifically asked for you to do it."

"I'm just a supervisor. Isn't that a little inappropriate?" Chen Bei sounded modest, then abruptly changed tack. "Does it pay?"

"Of course!" The assistant winked. "Very generously."

"Let's go!" Chen Bei strode off.

Although their conversation hadn't been loud, those behind them had heard every word.

Luo Chen's lips curled mockingly. "Has Assistant Chen gone crazy for money?"

"Don't they usually get guests to film ads like this? Why would they approach a supervisor?" Qin Yufan asked sourly, unable to hide the jealousy in his voice.

He turned to Meng Han. "Honestly, I think your image is better suited to advertising than Assistant Chen's."

"What a shame..."

[What's the point of all that snide, divisive crap?]

[If you want the ad, just say so. Why drag someone else into it?!]

[Hanhan, don't let him get in your head. On variety shows, whoever's popular gets the ads!]

Meng Han kept silent. Wanting to get away from someone who gossiped behind people's backs like Qin Yufan, he found an opportunity to head into the villa, only for Luo Chen to block his path. "Do you want to shoot an ad?"

"Want me to find you some opportunities?"

Hearing that, Qin Yufan stared over in shock.

"No, thank you."

Head lowered, Meng Han stepped around Luo Chen to leave, only to have his wrist suddenly seized. "Keep playing hard to get like this, and I'll run out of patience."

"You'd better-"

Meng Han abruptly looked up and cut him off. "You know making things up in your head is an illness, right?"

"If you're sick, get treatment. Don't fucking bother me!"

"Moron!"

With that, Meng Han forcefully shook off his grip and hurried away.

Luo Chen froze on the spot. A second later, when he recovered, he roared at the figure fleeing in panic, "You actually dared to insult me?"

"Get back here!"

[Hahahahaha, Hanhan finally fought back with his mouth! That felt so good!]

[Yes! That's exactly how you should tell off that greasy CEO! Let him know us omegas aren't to be messed with!]

[Poor Hanhan. He must have been terrified. Why else would he run right after swearing at him?]

[I'm dying! Why should he get back there? Go after him yourself if you're so capable!]

[...]

Having arrived in the monitoring room, Chen Bei still had no idea that the protagonist shou had shown some backbone for once.

He stood before Director Meng, holding an expensively packaged bottle of shampoo, his brows knitted tightly. "Removes oil and dandruff?"

"Twenty-four-hour total protection?"

"Restores you to a fresh, clean, top-tier alpha?"

"Am I suited to this kind of ad?"

Director Meng grinned. "Assistant Chen, of course you are. What domineering CEO doesn't shed a couple pounds of grease in your hands?"

"You're practically their nemesis!"

The assistant gave him a thumbs-up, playing hype man.

Chen Bei tossed the shampoo back. "Not doing it."

He would rather die than wash a domineering CEO's hair.

"This much!" Director Meng hurriedly held up five fingers. "Agree to do it, and we can go even higher!"

"Actually, money doesn't mean much to me." Chen Bei picked the shampoo back up. "I just have a special affection for the service industry."

"Can I wash anyone's hair?" he asked, lifting his gaze.

Seeing an opening, Director Meng struck while the iron was hot. "Ideally, all of them, but if there's not enough time, picking one is fine. Just make sure you remember the slogan."

"Use Green Yang, let your spirits soar."

"Not a trace of grease..."

"Hey, hey, Assistant Chen, don't leave! I'm not finished!"

When Chen Bei returned to the villa, he went into the kitchen, found a bottle of AD calcium milk, and put it to his mouth. Luo Chen stormed over. "Assistant Chen, look what you've turned Meng Han into!"

"He actually dared to insult me in public!"

"When did he ever have the nerve before?"

"When didn't he do exactly what I said?"

Chen Bei looked slightly surprised. "Meng Han insulted you?"

"You think it's unbelievable too, right?" Fuming, Luo Chen folded his arms. "That omega is so damn ungrateful!"

Chen Bei looked gratified. "He finally knows how to deal with an idiot."

"!!!!" Luo Chen said, "Assistant Chen, don't go too far!"

Chen Bei waved him off. "President Chen, I'm on break. I'm heading out."

"Get back here!" Helpless in the kitchen, Luo Chen could only bark orders at thin air. "Assistant Chen, forget about your year-end bonus!"

Chen Bei pressed the button to open the elevator and found a face wearing a wicked, arrogant smile inside. Suddenly reminded of something, he stepped in and asked,

"Ergou, do your pheromones smell like Erguotou?"