Billionaire Biker Boy

Chapter 20.  Just Stay Long Enough for Me to Win Your Heart, Okay?

 

The small, grey BMW 4 Series Coupe glided smoothly into the front area of the Tewa Vegetable Oil factory office, parking without haste. A petite figure, dressed in a vividly colourful graphic T-shirt, faded 3/4 length jeans, and white Nanyang sneakers, hopped out of the car, his eyes lighting up with amazement at the massive soybean silos towering before him.

 

"Wow, this is incredible," Samut exclaimed, his voice filled with awe.

 

"Let's head inside," the driver, who had just turned off the engine and stepped out of the car, suggested. Samut walked over to him and asked, "Does this place have a logistics department?"

 

"Of course. The production volume here is enormous. We also import hundreds of thousands of tons of soybeans from South America. They're shipped on large cargo vessels to the Gulf of Thailand, then transferred to barges for the journey here.

That's why we need a logistics department." 

 

Wonchana delineated. Then he paused and asked. "What did you major in?"

 

"Logistics management. P'Sea started a logistics company over five years ago, and my parents run a cold storage business. I'm just here to gain experience, hehe," The one who came to Bangkok to court someone replied sheepishly. His answer made Wonchana fall silent for a moment.

 

The tall man opened the office door for him. Inside, the atmosphere wasn't icy but pleasantly cold, with good ventilation. The assistant managing director of production greeted them and informed them that the team had arrived and was currently filming around the factory. The team's Alk test results were all clear.

 

Wonchana handed over his own test result as well, since the interview would require him to remove his mask. Even though restrictions had eased, he'd never contracted the virus and wanted to keep it that way. They were then escorted to the lounge to wait. A housekeeper brought them refreshments: fresh coconut water and small mooncakes.

 

"Oh man, my stomach's already about to burst from the pork blood soup and custard bread earlier," Samur muttered, grumbling as he sipped the refreshingly cold coconut water.

 

Wonchana, who had just received a stack of documents from the manager, chuckled.

 

"If you're full, you don't have to eat them."

 

"No way. It'd be such a waste. If we don't eat these yummy things, they’d just throw them away."

 

The larger hand gently ruffled the soft hair on Samut’s head as Wonchana spoke in a kind tone. "But if you eat just to avoid wasting food and end up feeling unwell, it's not worth it. It's like going to a buffet. The real purpose is to enjoy a variety of your favourite dishes, not to eat as much as possible to get your money's worth. I've seen people overeat to feel like they're getting their money's worth, but they end up sick and needing to see a doctor... Do you think that's worth it?"

 

"No," Samut replied, his voice small and dejected.

 

Wonchana affectionately tousled the smaller man's head before turning his attention to the briefing documents summarising the key points for the interview.

 

Samut leaned sideways against the sofa, pretending to scroll on his phone, but his eyes kept sneaking glances at the man who was now deeply engrossed in reading the documents. It was the first time he'd seen him so focused.

 

The tall man, standing over 180 centimetres, wore a short-sleeved, grape-colored mandarin-collar shirt under a grey casual blazer that had been hanging in the car. The sleeves of the blazer extended slightly past his elbows, revealing strong forearm muscles and a luxury watch on his wrist. His slim-fit dark blue jeans hugged his long legs perfectly, ending at suede boots that completed his masculine, commanding appearance.

 

A man with good looks, high capabilities, and wealth, yet he cares about a dumb kid like me? He has a way of speaking that made my heart itch. Even P'Sea and Oat had said that this guy is trying to court me. Not to mention the teasing from his trio of female colleagues.

...is that really possible?

 

Samut couldn't even sort out his own feelings. Although his infatuation with Sirichok seemed to be fading, he still felt too disappointed to want to date anyone. He just wanted to go home to his mother and older brother.

...But this kind-hearted P'Win wants me to stay in Bangkok.

 

Snap.

The sound of fingers snapping in front of him startled Samut.

 

"What are you thinking about?" Wonchana asked, having been watching the smaller man for a while. At first, he thought Samut was staring at him, but upon closer observation, those beautiful eyes seemed lost in thought.

 

'.Are you sleepy?"

 

"No, just daydreaming," Samut replied.

 

"What were you daydreaming about?"

 

The daydreamer scrunched his nose. "I'm not gonna tell you."

 

"How much to get even a little bit out of you?"

This time, Samut glared. "Do you really think I'm that greedy?"

 

Wonchana immediately reached out to hold the smaller hand. Who said that? I just want you to have some income so you'll stay in Bangkok with me for a long time."

 

"But I want to go back to Hat Yai," Samut pouted stubbornly. You've only been working for two days. Are you already giving up?"

 

Samut fell silent. In truth, he was starting to enjoy working here. Everything was great except for matters of the heart. The smaller man decided to be honest

 

"I'm not giving up on work. I like the job."

 

"Then keep working for now. As for other matters, I'll support you," Wonchana said, deciding to take a bold step forward.

 

"..Just stay long enough for me to win your heart, okay?"

 

Samut’s eyes widened at the confession. His little heart pounded wildly with excitement. But before he could respond, a knock on the door interrupted them. The manager peeked in and informed them, "The team is ready."

 

Wonchana nodded, then turned to squeeze the smaller hand he held, smiling warmly. "We’ll continue this conversation later, okay? Let me go earn some money for you first. You stay here and wait."

 

Feeling flustered, Samut immediately protested at the last instruction. "But I want to watch!"

 

"Didn't you say you wouldn't be stubborn?"

 

"I'm not being stubborn! I just want to see how you work. Please, P'Win, pleeease...?"

 

The puppy eyes reappeared, and once more Wonchana found himself unable to resist. He'd lost count of how many times he'd given in to this man. So he took the smaller hand and led him outside, giving one last instruction. "If you feel unwell, you have to come back and rest here immediately."

 

"Okay!" Samut nodded enthusiastically.

 

The team had set up the location for Third, a former news anchor turned host, to open the show at the pier along the Tha Chin River. Everyone, including the show's crew, Atcharangkul's team, the host, Wonchana, and even Samut, wore white safety helmets since machinery was actively transferring soybeans from the barge into the silos.

 

The host began the show with Wonchana standing handsomely nearby. His tall, commanding figure stood out prominently. Samut watched from behind the cameras alongside the crew with interest.

 

Modern filming only requires a couple of high-quality compact video cameras. Two main cameramen shot from different angles, and a drone operator captured aerial footage. That was more than enough.

 

Third officially opened the show and introduced the guest. "And today, CEO Attitude Spotlight" brings you an exclusive conversation with Mr Win, Wonchana Atcharangkul, the vice president of Tewa Vegetable Oil. He's one of Thailand's most promising young CEOs... Welcome, Mr Win."

 

Third approached Wonchana, who was standing at the designated spot marked by the crew.

 

"Hello, Mr Third," Wonchana greeted back.

 

Samut watched the interview unfold with fascination. After the initial pleasantries, Wonchana began sharing basic information while leading the host toward the barge unloading soybeans, where workers were shouting instructions.

 

"Soybean cultivation in Thailand has been steadily declining and is already insufficient for domestic consumption. As the largest vegetable oil producer in Southeast Asia, we distribute our products not only locally but also export them to neighbouring countries. This necessitates importing soybeans from South America," Wonchana explained.

 

"Wow, how many tons do you import annually?" Third asked.

 

"Four hundred thousand tons, and the number keeps increasing. We've had to expand our silos to store enough raw materials for the entire year," Wonchana replied.

"Whoa. Why do you need to store so much?"

 

"It's all about management," Wonchana said, signalling the machinery operator to lower the scoop filled with soybeans. He reached in, grabbed a handful, and showed them to Third.

 

“We need to maintain consistent quality, including moisture and temperature levels. Even a minor issue with the soybeans can cause widespread problems in the silos.

Additionally, importing soybeans takes over forty days to travel halfway across the world, and currency fluctuations also play a role. All these factors mean we have to order in bulk, hundreds of thousands of tons, to store here."

 

"How big is the soybean oil consumption market?" the host inquired.

 

Wonchana gestured for the host to step aside so the machinery could continue its work.

 

"It's quite significant, actually. These days, people are becoming much more health-conscious. In truth, our primary customers aren't domestic consumers but industrial clients who purchase in bulk by the tank. Industries such as canned food, salad dressings, mayonnaise, and even baked goods and snacks rely heavily on our oil. This trust in the quality of Atcharangkul's oil comes from the fact that we have our own lab to ensure our oil is of the highest quality and as healthy as possible."

 

"That's truly impressive. I've heard that you're planning to take the company public. Is that correct?" the host continued.

 

Wonchana turned to one of the cameras and offered a warm, confident smile. "That's right. The time has come. Since we've experienced setbacks in the past, we didn't rush to go public, even though we were ready four years ago. The COVID situation didn't directly affect us much either, as people still need to eat and use essential products."

 

Samut stood, watching his employer with admiration, and lifted his phone to capture the moment on camera.

...P'Win is so cool.

 

As they strolled into the factory's serene garden, the host steered the conversation toward a more personal topic.

 

"You're a young executive with such a visionary outlook, and on top of that, you're incredibly handsome. I hope you don't mind if I ask a personal question for the ladies watching our show. Do you currently... have someone special in your life?"

 

The team had already received permission to include this question in the script. Wonchana chuckled softly and responded clearly, his sharp, captivating eyes glancing toward one of the cameras.

...The one where someone was holding up their phone to film him.

 

“At the moment, I'm in the process of courting them."