Baosheng's Daily Life as a Tyrannical CEO

In the end, Wang Baosheng compromised and treated her to a meal.

Though he found Ouyang Nanyan's lazy attitude of itching to get off work the moment the time came quite unbearable, she had said one thing right: appropriately rewarding subordinates was also a way of managing them.

More than an hour later.

At the lavishly decorated Zhaoyu Restaurant—Elegant Chef Restaurant, Ouyang Nanyan had eaten and drunk her fill. With a deeply satisfied expression, she covered her stomach and slumped into her chair.

Looking at Wang Baosheng, her gaze was filled with emotion and no small amount of envy. "Junior Baosheng, I truly envy young masters like you who were born with golden keys in your mouths. The spirit food and spirit wine at Zhaoyu Restaurant are certainly of superb quality and exquisite flavor, but they're simply too expensive. If you weren't treating, I normally wouldn't be willing to eat here."

If there had been one unpleasant thing about the meal, it was probably that she had been forced to listen to Wang Baosheng ramble on about all sorts of work philosophies from beginning to end.

Still, for the sake of such delicious food, enduring a few lectures was not impossible.

"Senior Ouyang's income should not be low, should it?" Wang Baosheng frowned slightly. "Besides, the Ouyang Clan has its hands in every kind of industry and has developed extremely rapidly over the past two centuries. With your aptitude, Senior, the clan certainly wouldn't be stingy with supporting you."

Naturally, Wang Baosheng had investigated his right-hand woman thoroughly.

"Cultivation, food, travel, buying Dharma Treasures, clothes, luxury goods—which of those isn't a huge expense?" Ouyang Nanyan said with a smile. "Besides, given my situation, it's better to take less money from home. When the ancestors force me to marry in the