A Fateful Antidote

In the afternoon, there would be a high-end industry auction. At noon the organizer arranged a buffet.  The staffs that followed Wilfred were invited to an elegant private room. Lorry followed behind and was about to enter when Paul stopped her and said rudely, “Don’t sit inside. Go find a seat in the hall.”

It was Lorry’s first day working with them. It was not convenient for Paul to explain the reason to her. Everyone felt a little uncomfortable. After all, it was rather embarrassing to leave a girl aside while the rest of them were having lunch together.

Everyone was embarrassed for this little girl, but she had no feelings and calmly went to get food.

After a while, Kevin returned from the venue. After negotiation, he brought back the surveillance video, and the process was smooth. He immediately gave the videos to Wilfred.

Wilfred leaned against the chair in the private room. Paul and four or five other high-ranking executives from the Jade Pavilion stood around him.

Kevin was playing the video on the PAD. Wilfred watched the chaotic scene after the meeting. Kevin said as the video continued, “After we left the scene, this person was taken to the police station. According to the perpetrator’s statement, he used to be the boss of a transportation company and had business dealings with our group. However, his contract was restricted for a long time. After some incidents, the company was maliciously taken over two years ago. His wife and child also died in an accident. He even filed a lawsuit. Obviously, he blamed the Spencer family for the malice. So he took advantage of today’s chaos to attack you.”

Wilfred said nothing. He just stared at the video with dark eyes. It was then that Kevin noticed that Wilfred didn’t seem to be paying attention to what he was saying. His gaze was sharp as he stared at the corner of the video where Lorry was sitting. Kevin silenced himself and the crowd turned to watch the video.

In the video, when Wilfred left the stage, the little girl was still sleeping with her head down in a far corner. The whole thing happened in no more than three minutes. Kevin could not even squeeze into the crowd at that time. How did she move to Wilfred’s side in such a short time and kick the bottle away with extreme reflexes and an almost impossible degree of flexibility?

Thinking of this strange question, Wilfred’s heart tightened at the sight of her.

Fortunately, the video replayed the scene.

At 04:38, Wilfred left the stage. The reporters in the front row began to push forward. The girl sitting in the corner raised her head as the crowd gathered around him.

At 04:52, she sensed something was wrong, fixed her eyes on the attacker, and stood up.

At 05:23 the assailant took a bottle out of his shirt. As he unscrewed the cap, the girl suddenly jumped up and kicked the first row of seats at an incomprehensible speed. With the height of the chair, she jumped into the middle of the two men behind Wilfred and turned 180 degrees to lift her leg to kick at the perpetrator’s wrist at the same time.

The men in the private room all gasped. The girl’s movements in the video were clean and neat, without any hesitation. She was like a lion sleeping in the dark, both gentle and fierce.

In the video, Wilfred was surrounded by a crowd of people. Only the staff of Cuiyu Pavilion were behind him. They surrounded a small area and prepared for evacuating. In other words, when the girl jumped up, she knew exactly where to land. She was as accurate as a snooker player. Under the circumstances of only one shot, she calculated speed and power in an instant, with precise awareness and tricky angles.

Wilfred slowly leaned back in his chair and rubbed between his eyebrows. Kevin was stunned, “Why am I suddenly feeling a little panicky? If that person was holding sulfuric acid…”

Paul stared intently at the video. The girl’s movements were both hard and flexible. They were swift as the wind and light as the leaves.

The blood in his body was boiling. He had long heard that Chinese kongfu was vast and deep. But he had never had the chance to fight with someone who had truly studied traditional kongfu. At this moment, he wanted nothing more than to rush out and fight this girl for 300 rounds.

Wilfred slowly looked out of the private room. Lorry was sitting alone at the window. The empty plates on the table in front of her were piled like a mountain. There was also a large plate of fried rice. Her appetite was really good.

She sat quietly in the corner, her thin figure giving a feeling of weakness and frailty, which was completely different from the agile one in the video. If the people in the private room had not seen it with their own eyes, no one would have believed that such a seemingly harmless girl could be so skilled in fighting.

The strange thing was that a small rabbit was a carnivore, and the fragrant lilies were highly poisonous, which was hard for people to understand.

Even Kevin put aside his prejudices and began to take a closer look at this girl who was extremely deceptive in her appearance.

Just then, a waiter came over and asked Lorry to show her certificate of attendance. Since there were two meetings at the Expo Center today, it was found that some people from another meeting were deliberately sneaking in and getting free lunches. So the restaurant manager asked his men to check.

Lorry had come with the people from the Cuiyu Pavilion and didn’t have a certificate. The waiter politely told her that outsiders should be charged for meals. She looked up in shock.

Wilfred looked at Kevin, “Bring her in.”

Kevin wore the red invitation card around his neck. When he appeared, the waiter apologized to Lorry and left.

When Lorry followed Kevin into the private room, the five or six men there stared at her with indescribable eyes, especially Paul, whose wrist was already warming up. If it weren’t for Wilfred’s presence, he could have kicked the table aside and sparred with the real Kongfu practitioner.

Wilfred didn’t look at them. Instead, he was discussing something with a high-ranking executive next to him. When he saw Kevin, he turned to him and said, “Find out the market profit forecast analysis that Minister Qin mentioned at the meeting.

Kevin had been at Wilfred’s side for many years. He was familiar with his habit of getting information whenever he needed it. Therefore, he would record all meetings, large and small. Kevin quickly turned on his computer and plugged in his headphones to review the recording.

Lorry wasn’t sitting at the table. Instead, she sat on the sofa by the door of the private room. Wilfred seemed to need this data urgently. Five minutes later he tilted his head and asked Kevin, “How much longer?”

Kevin broke into a cold sweat as a calm and clear voice came from the corner, “The industry’s gross margin forecast is 51.48% for 2016, 53.24% for 2017, 56.05% for 2018, and 54.21% for 2019. With the scale development, the gross margin will have room to increase. But subject to cost constraints, the development space for the next few years is limited.”

The private room suddenly became eerily quiet. Kevin’s fingers trembled slightly on the touchpad. He felt a layer of goosebumps rise all over his body. Even if she had not been absent-minded during the entire meeting, how could she remember all the data so clearly, down to the decimal point, after hours of meetings and so many speeches?

He blurted out, “Didn’t you… sleep through the whole meeting?”

Lorry raised her eyes with a calm expression, “Who told you I slept?”

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