Richest Rag-picker-Chapter 41: Who Can Give Me a Reasonable Explanation

"Alright, alright. With my kind of money, do you think I’d waste my time teasing you? Anyway, just come back to work tomorrow. Oh, and remember to dress up a little—nothing too casual."

After he finished, he turned to Bai Menghan and said, "Let’s go, Xiao Hanhan. We’re going to be late if we don’t get a move on."

Watching the sports car speed away, Li Qian stood rooted to the spot, completely at a loss.

’Was that rich guy just teasing me? Does he want me to show up tomorrow just so I can be humiliated all over again? Or... does he actually know a big shot at Louis Vuitton?’

As for him saying Louis Vuitton was his family’s company, Li Qian didn’t believe a word of it. It wasn’t that she doubted his wealth; it was mainly that if the company really were his, he would never have gone shopping at a competitor’s store.

Of course, she couldn’t have known that if Fang Chenyi hadn’t gone to Armani to buy things, he never would have acquired a fifty-one percent stake in Louis Vuitton China.

In other words, if she hadn’t stopped Fang Chenyi, he might not have gotten the shares in Louis Vuitton China, either.

And this was a large part of the reason why Fang Chenyi decided to help her out.

Otherwise, plenty of people do good deeds every day. Why didn’t Fang Chenyi help them?

After hesitating for a moment, Li Qian clenched her jaw. She decided to trust him, just this once. After all, someone of his status probably wouldn’t bother toying with her. ’And even if he is,’ she thought, ’what’s the harm?’

As for Fang Chenyi, once the sports car had driven off, Bai Menghan hesitated for a moment before finally asking her question.

"Chenyi, what was that all about, telling her to come back to work tomorrow?"

With one hand on the steering wheel, he handed his phone to Bai Menghan with the other, then explained with a hint of resignation,

"Sigh... I just told you, didn’t I? Louis Vuitton is my family’s. Why does nobody believe me when I tell the truth? Here, I can’t use my phone while driving. Help me make a call—the first one in the call log. And put it on speakerphone for me."

Hearing his words, Bai Menghan took the phone. She glanced at the heavily worn device, then at the multi-million-dollar supercar she was sitting in. She really couldn’t figure out what kind of person Fang Chenyi was.

’Call him extravagant? This phone looks like it’s been used for years, and it’s a low-to-mid-range domestic model. On top of that, he was happy for ages just because he found a water bottle to recycle...’

’But call him frugal? Never mind the multi-million-dollar car we’re in or the nearly two million we spent on clothes today. That one bottle of wine alone cost tens of millions. Nothing about that screams frugal...’

"Louis Vuitton isn’t a Chinese brand. Are you a foreigner or something?"

She asked, somewhat exasperated, as she unlocked Fang Chenyi’s phone. It was obvious that Bai Menghan didn’t really believe what he was saying.

Fang Chenyi shook his head but didn’t bother explaining further. He just waited for the call to connect.

BEEP.

The phone had barely rung once before it was answered. A woman’s voice, speaking somewhat stiff Chinese, came through the speaker. "Oh, my dear Chairman, I’m so very pleased to receive your call again after just a dozen or so minutes. It is truly my honor."

Hearing the voice, which clearly didn’t belong to a Huaxia person, Bai Menghan was taken aback. Her beautiful, wide eyes turned to Fang Chenyi in confusion, especially after hearing the woman call him "my dear." At the same time, her delicate ears perked up.

"Ahem, Selena, in Huaxia, you can’t just call people ’dear’ like that. It can cause misunderstandings."

Sensing Bai Menghan’s subtle reaction beside him, Fang Chenyi didn’t want her to get the wrong idea, so he said this directly to Selena. Of course, he was really saying it for Bai Menghan’s benefit.

"Oh, my dear Chairman, I really don’t mind if people misunderstand our relationship. Because I think you’re very handsome. My Prince Charming kind of handsome."

"Okay, okay, stop! Stop!"

Hearing her words get more and more outrageous, Fang Chenyi quickly cut her off. ’They say Western women are forward,’ he grumbled to himself. ’Seeing it firsthand today, I can confirm it’s true...’

’But I have a wife now.’

After cutting off whatever else Selena was about to say, Fang Chenyi didn’t dare waste any more time on pleasantries. God knows what other crazy things this foreign woman might come out with.

So he got straight to the point. "Alright, let’s talk business. I visited our store at the Baida mall in Qinhuang Island, Hebei today, and the manager there left a very bad impression on me. I’m starting to seriously doubt your management skills. If you can’t manage things properly, I don’t mind shaking up the entire company. Oh, and by the way, there’s a sales intern at that store named Li Qian who is quite good. Alright, that’s all I’m going to say. You all can reflect on this yourselves."

After saying his piece, before Selena could even respond, Fang Chenyi reached out and pressed the end-call button on the phone’s screen, which was still in Bai Menghan’s hand.

"Chenyi, the person you were talking to was...???"

From the few short sentences of the phone call, Bai Menghan seemed to have guessed something, but she didn’t dare to be certain.

"Uh, don’t get the wrong idea. She’s just a subordinate of mine. We’ve never even met."

Although Fang Chenyi wasn’t really worried about Bai Menghan misunderstanding, he still offered an explanation.

Bai Menghan hadn’t expected Fang Chenyi to actually explain himself to her. A wave of sweetness washed over her heart. ’After all, it means he cares about my feelings.’ But she wasn’t that petty of a person, anyway.

Bai Menghan knew that for an outstanding and handsome man like Fang Chenyi, the only winning strategy was to use her own charm to capture his heart.

"Hmph, so you think I’m that petty? I wasn’t asking about that. I wanted to ask if the person you were talking to was really from Louis Vuitton? In other words, does Louis Vuitton really belong to your family??"

He reached out and gently tapped Bai Menghan on her delicate little nose before saying, slightly exasperated, "I’ve told you several times already, haven’t I? Would I lie to you? Of course it’s mine. To be precise, Louis Vuitton China is mine."

...

Meanwhile, in the headquarters conference room of Louis Vuitton China, after the Chairman’s call ended, Selena, who was sitting at the head of the table, instantly dropped her cheerful expression. Her face became extremely stern as she addressed her subordinates. "Fuck. Didn’t I already give orders for all the stores to be on their absolute best behavior?? Can someone tell me why..."

[To be continued...]