Maximize Interest, My Money Grows Infinitely-Chapter 44 - Slap and a Sweet Date
Chapter 44: Chapter 44: Slap and a Sweet Date
Chapter 44 -44: Slap and a Sweet Date
“I, Yu Bing, hereby assure Chen Cheng that as long as it’s within my authorized range…”
“I am Tong Jialu, and I guarantee Chen Cheng.
Whether it’s business-related or private…”
When this third identical oath resounded, Chen Cheng momentarily didn’t know whether to look at the two people before him or at them through his phone.
Yu Bing just stood there quietly, her hands hanging loosely by her sides, her slender legs pressed tightly together without any gap.
Her cold, calamitous face showed no hint of a smile, as if there was nothing in this world that could shake her inner pride.
Meanwhile, Tong Jialu was shivering all over.
Her fair skin was covered in goosebumps under the warm light.
Her ten toes, painted in light purple nail polish, clung tightly to the carpet, and her gaze towards Chen Cheng was fragile and helpless.
“Have you taken enough pictures?”
“Brother Cheng, can I…”
Chen Cheng held up his phone, stepped back two steps, and said lightly, “Turn around.”
The two sisters obediently did so.
“Are you satisfied now?” Yu Bing asked coldly.
Chen Cheng nodded.
Tong Jialu immediately squatted down, frantically grabbing the clothes on the floor to pull over herself.
In contrast, Yu Bing slowly put on each garment, seemingly unconcerned about the scorching gaze close at hand.
Chen Cheng put away the phone, “Director Xia, you seem particularly able to keep your composure?”
Yu Bing sat on the sofa, flexing her arched feet, and slowly pulled up the stockings wrapped around her ankles, “Didn’t you just see everything?”
Realizing this, Tong Jialu’s movements also slowed down as she rebuttoned a misaligned button.
After the two were fully dressed again, Yu Bing took out a powder puff and gently covered the tear stains on Tong Jialu’s face.
“Mr.
Chen, we are ready,” she said to Chen Cheng.
Chen Cheng walked towards the door, “Let’s go.”
…
Exiting the reception room and taking about seven or eight meters to the left, they reached the club’s restaurant.
Following the waiter’s lead, the three of them entered a classically decorated private room.
“Is everything settled?” Jin Baogen asked as he saw Chen Cheng come in.
Chen Cheng nodded in acknowledgment.
“Sit.”
Seeing this, Li Zhida immediately stood up, bowed, and pulled out a chair for Chen Cheng, “Mr.
Chen, please.”
Jin Baogen pointed to a spot beside him, “Mr.
Chen, please sit here.”
Chen Cheng looked at the head seat, felt a sinking feeling in his heart, and walked over.
Jin Baogen’s gaze then shifted to Yu Bing and Tong Jialu, “Ladies, please sit next to Mr.
Chen.”
The seating arrangement at the meal changed.
Jin Baogen and Chen Cheng sat at the head of the table, followed by the Xia sisters, and Li Zhida to Jin’s right.
Fang Yisong, however, became the gatekeeper of this dining table.
“Today was rather sudden, just a simple homemade meal, please feel free,” Jin Baogen raised his wine glass, “Let’s drink this cup and then we’ll discuss this deal.”
Everyone raised their small wine glasses in front of them.
After the rich soy aroma dissipated in their mouths, Chen Cheng heard something utterly beyond his understanding.
“Lao Li, that bridging capital, following our usual sharing ratio, you can get 0.1% benefit, right?” Jin Baogen asked.
Li Zhida nodded, “Yes, Mr.
Jin.”
“This time, I hope you can give 0.05% of your share to Director Fang,” Jin Baogen calmly stated, “Of course, I will personally compensate you for this loss.”
“Mr.
Jin, you are too kind.
I’ve already made quite a sum following you all these years.” Li Zhida said with a smile and a wave of his hand.
Jin Baogen: “In the business world, it’s necessary to keep accounts clear.
That way, everyone feels secure.”
As soon as Fang Yisong heard he was getting money, and that it was the same amount as President Li from the head office, he quickly stood up, raised his wine glass and said: “Mr.
Jin, I really can’t accept this money…”
“I’m giving it to you, just take it.”
Jin Bao made a gesture with his hand to make him sit back down, “This five ten-thousandths, keep three ten-thousandths for yourself.
Give the remaining two ten-thousandths to Miss Xia and Miss Tong.”
Upon hearing this, the two sisters were both utterly dumbfounded.
Fang Yisong looked at the two beauties sitting beside Chen Cheng, realizing that they were no longer just small-time underlings to him.
On his greasy face was a piled-up smile, “No problem.
Director Xia, Manager Tong, let’s communicate more at work in the future!”
Xia Yubing still had a cold expression, and her look at Fang Yisong carried a bit of disdain.
Tong Jialu was utterly bewildered. frёewebnoѵēl.com
Although she didn’t know how much this bridge funding was, this surprise “promotion bonus” genuinely confused her; she couldn’t understand what kind of trick this hard-found Mr.
Jin was playing.
“This money will go through Mr.
Chen’s account,” Jin Baogen continued arranging work, then paused, thinking of something.
“Director Xia, how long will it take to unfreeze Mr.
Chen’s account?”
This casual inquiry made Xia Yubing suddenly feel like she was sitting on pins and needles.
“What?
Xiao Xia, you froze Mr.
Chen’s account?” Fang Yisong broke out in a sweat.
Xia Yubing struggled to maintain her composure, “Within seven working days.”
Jin Baogen turned to Li Zhida, “Lao Li, can you speed it up?”
Li Zhida asked Xia Yubing, “What was the reason for the freeze?”
“High-risk management.”
“Mr.
Jin, the account will be unfrozen within three days,” Li Zhida responded.
Jin Baogen nodded in satisfaction, “This money will go through Mr.
Chen’s account, but the performance will be credited to Miss Tong.”
Tong Jialu was bewildered and delighted, wanting to say something, but she couldn’t find the words.
“Let’s eat now that we’re done talking.”
Li Zhida seemed already accustomed to this way of communication, and after hearing Jin Bao’s words, he waited for him to start eating before he began, too.
Chen Cheng held his wine glass and asked quietly, “Mr.
Jin, this money…”
“Feeling the pressure?” Jin Baogen asked with a smile.
“A little bit indeed.”
“It’s just three hundred million, relax,” Jin Baogen also raised his glass, “in the future, there will be even bigger projects.”
Chen Cheng was suddenly shocked.
Based on Jin Baogen’s distribution ratio, those at the table like Li Zhida could take 150,000, and Fang Yisong would get 90,000.
Xia Yubing and Tong Jialu could also each take 30,000.
As for himself, though he didn’t get a share percentage, as long as that money passed through his account overnight, that would mean an income of 15 million!
Chen Cheng swallowed hard, Jin Bao saw him zoning out and said with a smile:
“The market only has so much to offer.
We must make sure everyone gets a piece; that’s the only way to sustain the business.”
“Besides, you just gave them a slap, shouldn’t you offer them a date to chew on?” Jin Baogen added.
Chen Cheng held up his wine glass, “Mr.
Jin, I’ve really learned a lot from your second lesson!”
Jin Baogen laughed heartily, “What score would you give yourself for the first lesson?”
Chen Cheng’s gaze glanced at Xia Yubing and Tong Jialu, but his mind visualized the two figures—one black, one gray—the sacred bodies of the innate stockings.
“I’d say at least eighty-five or six,” he said with a smile.
“Ha ha ha, Mr.
Chen, you really set high standards,” Jin Baogen toasted with him, “but it’s good to be that way.”
“Mr.
Jin, you were saying.”
Jin Baogen smirked meaningfully, “Starting low gives more room to climb!”
