Zhang Cheng picked up the phone on his desk and dialed a number, while Zhao Daming watched him from the side.

"Mr. Jiang, I'm going to ask you some rather personal questions. You don't have to answer them, but if you do, please don't lie."

Jiang Yuhong on the other end of the phone seemed to chuckle: "Okay, go ahead and ask."

"How old is Mr. Jiang this year?"

"Twenty-seven."

Are you married?

"A groom every night. What, Brother Zhang, are you trying to introduce me to someone?" Jiang Yuhong's laughter rang out.

"I really am planning to do that."

Jiang Yuhong paused for a moment: "Little brother, are you kidding me? Do I, Jiang Yuhong, need you to introduce me to someone? With a snap of my fingers, the girls in Shanghai who want to marry me could line up from the Huangpu River to the Suzhou Creek."

"President Jiang, please don't be hasty, let me explain."

"Alright, let me hear what you're up to."

"When you came to Funing last time, was it to acquire the cannery?"

"That's right, the project negotiations are almost complete, and we're just waiting for the treasury bonds to be issued so that the funds can be recovered."

"Would Mr. Jiang like to acquire the cannery at an even lower price?"

Jiang Yuhong was silent for a few seconds: "What exactly are you trying to say? One minute you're introducing me to someone, the next you're talking about a cannery."

"Has Mr. Jiang heard that Funing County has been upgraded to a prefecture-level city?"

"Um."

"So what do you think of Secretary Liu as a person?"

Jiang Yuhong fell silent again, then said with a hint of amusement, "Zhang Cheng, you're something else today. Just get to the point, what's the matter?"

"Secretary Liu's only daughter, Liu Miaomiao, is studying at Fudan University. I think she and President Jiang are a good match."

"Pfft," Jiang Yuhong seemed to choke, "Zhang Cheng, are you drunk? My future wife will either be the daughter of someone in the system or the apple of the eye of a business family. Don't you think it's abrupt to suddenly ask me to pursue Secretary Liu's daughter?"

“I didn’t ask you to marry her right now. Isn’t she at Fudan University? Mr. Jiang can get to know her first. Liu Miaomiao is Secretary Liu’s only daughter, and there aren’t many only daughters these days. You yourself said that your future wife has an extraordinary background, so why not choose an only daughter? That way, your family will support you wholeheartedly. Besides, Liu Miaomiao is studying economics, which is the same profession as you.”

On the other end of the phone, Jiang Yuhong's breathing could be clearly heard. After a moment, he asked, "Are you in trouble?"

“What trouble could I possibly have in Funing? I genuinely believe that a girl like Liu Miaomiao is worthy of you, Mr. Jiang.”

Shanghai, top floor of Yu Hong Department Store. Jiang Yu Hong leaned back in his executive chair, his fingers lightly tapping the table.

He's twenty-seven this year, and his family is really pressuring him to get started. Those ordinary women and their family backgrounds offer little help to his current business scale.

The only daughter of the municipal party secretary, who studied economics... If this relationship were to work out, it would greatly benefit the expansion of his business empire and even the consolidation of his family's status.

He smiled and said, "Since Brother Zhang is so kind, I can't refuse you. How about this, I'll go to Fudan University tomorrow and meet this Miss Liu."

Jiang Yuhong didn't know Liu Miaomiao had a boyfriend, and even if he did, he wouldn't care. In the business world, there are no walls that can't be broken down, only insufficient profits and insufficient means.

It can’t hurt to give it a try.

Zhang Cheng put down the phone and gave Zhao Daming an "OK" sign.

With Jiang Yuhong's methods and financial resources, how could that good-for-nothing Zhong Te possibly be a match for him?

Zhao Daming looked at him and shook his head: "Brother, that's a pretty underhanded move. What if Secretary Liu finds out..."

Zhang Cheng grinned: "I'm helping Liu Miaomiao find true happiness. Brother, I'll be going now."

Be careful.

...

Nothing was said that night.

The next morning, Zhou Yuanhang arranged to meet Zhang Cheng at the Guoyun Hotel.

Inside the private room, Zhou Yuanhang's expression was complicated.

"Click." The door opened.

Zhang Cheng, wearing a black cotton-padded coat, with his hands tucked into his sleeves and a smile on his face, walked in.

"Mr. Zhou, are you having cash flow problems? I'll go to the credit union in a bit and get you another 50,000."

Zhou Yuanhang opened his mouth, then gave a wry smile: "Mr. Zhang, the city... hasn't told you yet?"

Zhang Cheng raised an eyebrow. "Secretary Liu is starting to make his move?" he asked. "What did you say?"

“This morning, the power supply bureau notified me that the electricity extension project for the rural area has been transferred directly to me. The remaining 500,000 yuan for the project has also been deposited into my account.”

Zhang Cheng's face darkened. Ruthless enough, cutting off the source of the problem.

So what if we signed a contract? The people can't fight against the officials.

He quickly regained his composure: "Mr. Zhang, I really didn't do this behind the scenes. I don't know how the power supply bureau could..." Zhou Yuanhang hurriedly explained, not wanting to offend this young man who had considerable influence.

"It's alright." Zhang Cheng waved his hand. "Then wait a bit, I'll transfer the remaining 50,000 yuan of the project payment to you. In the future, when the village needs workers, I hope Boss Zhou will take good care of my fellow villagers."

"Definitely, definitely!" Zhou Yuanhang didn't expect Zhang Cheng to be so easy to talk to, and nodded repeatedly.

He raised his glass: "Mr. Zhang, let me toast you!"

After the meal, the two went to the credit union together. Zhang Cheng transferred 50,000 yuan to Zhou Yuanhang.

"Mr. Zhou, I'm planning to buy another apartment in the western part of the city."

Zhou Yuanhang was taken aback. Buy a whole building? Not just one unit?

After taking over the rural power grid project, his financial pressure eased significantly, and he wasn't in a hurry to sell the apartments. Prices were changing almost daily; he felt he'd lost money selling them to Zhang Cheng for 1,500 yuan a unit. Now, three months later, the price had risen to 2,500 to 3,500 yuan a unit.

He frowned slightly and pondered for a moment: "Mr. Zhang, not a single unit in that building has been sold yet. If you are really interested, I'll give you 23,000 yuan at cost price. Consider it... making friends."

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