Chapter 186 I understand

Back home, Chen Jingyang happily hugged and kissed Zhang Pengfei, but immediately sensed something was wrong: "Baby, have you been drinking?"

"Hmm." Zhang Pengfei glanced at him. "Didn't you drink too?"

Chen Jingyang's face darkened: "Who were you drinking with? Why didn't you tell me beforehand?"

Zhang Pengfei glanced at him sideways, a faint smile on his face, his voice flat: "What? Do I need to apply to you for permission to drink with someone? Do I have to write you a 1200-word daily report later?"

"No..." Chen Jingyang immediately backed down, "That's not what I meant..."

He chuckled awkwardly, "What I meant was, I want to go for a drink with you."

He frowned, looking aggrieved: "Look at you, you go out drinking with others without taking me along."

"Come on!" Zhang Pengfei laughed. "Nobody." He gestured for Chen Jingyang to look into the kitchen. "Du Mingxuan brought over a fish he caught himself, saying it's especially good for making soup. He asked me to help you get some nourishment. I poured some cooking wine to remove the fishy smell. Your nose is really sharp."

Upon hearing this, Chen Jingyang immediately went to the kitchen and exclaimed, "Such a big fish! Where did they catch it? We should go fishing sometime!"

"I forgot to ask, but Shangfeng wants to invite us to dinner tomorrow. I'll accept for you. Are you free tomorrow?"

"It's alright. Even if I had something to do, I would have to postpone it. I've been wanting to get together with Shang Feng for a while now. I haven't thanked him for what happened last time."

The gathering was held in a small tavern with a lively atmosphere. The owner, a comrade-in-arms of Shang Feng, had reserved a private room for them on the second floor.

Chen Jingyang rarely ate in such bustling, noisy places, so he found it quite novel. He would occasionally glance out the window at the people sitting at the stalls drinking and playing drinking games.

As Shang Feng opened the bottle, he couldn't help but chuckle: "How about we go down too?"

Chen Jingyang shook his head: "No, I specially wore a suit and tie. It would be too out of place for me to squat on one of those small stools."

Actually, Shang Feng was dressed quite formally, after all, it was his first time drinking with Chen Jingyang, and he shouldn't have chosen this place. But Du Mingxuan took the opportunity to "discuss" it with Zhang Pengfei beforehand while delivering the fish, and Zhang Pengfei was "eager" to go there, so they chose this place.

The four glasses clinked together, and Chen Jingyang spoke first: "Shang Feng, Ming Xuan, thank you for what happened last time."

Shang Feng smiled and said, "Jing Yang, you're welcome. Actually, I should be thanking you."

Chen Jingyang was slightly taken aback: "What makes you say that?"

Du Mingxuan couldn't wait: "Can we drink first and then catch up?"

After finishing his drink, Chen Jingyang asked impatiently, "What exactly happened? We've never met before, have we?"

"I've met you before," Shang Feng said with a smile, "but it seems you don't remember."

"When?" Chen Jingyang really had no recollection of it.

"Nine years ago, on Christmas Day, there was a gunfight in the street, and then someone broke into your attic. Remember that?"

Chen Jingyang frowned in thought, then suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "It's you?!"

"That's right. I left in a hurry back then, and I was afraid of scaring you, so I left without saying goodbye. I never thought that I would see you again, and even be able to sit and drink with you."

"Wow!" Chen Jingyang exclaimed involuntarily, "I didn't expect that either!"

He was 17 years old that year, and he was engrossed in studying algorithms at home when he suddenly heard gunshots outside, followed by noises from the attic.

He was startled. There was only one servant in the house besides himself. If that servant suddenly rushed down and attacked him, he would be in danger!

So he quietly took the gun and went up to the attic.

But as soon as he went up, someone pointed a gun at his head, and a faint smell of blood hit his nose.

Although the lights were off in the attic, light from outside seeped in through the windows, so the room wasn't completely dark.

"Chinese?" The answer was in perfect Mandarin.

Chen Jingyang swallowed hard: "Yes, I meant no harm."

"Sorry, I need to rest here for a bit. As long as you don't move around, you'll be safe."

Are the people outside looking for you?

"yes."

The gunshots outside were getting closer and closer, seemingly heading towards his house, and occasionally he could hear a few muffled "fuck" sounds.

"There's a first-aid kit in the cabinet to your left. Stop the bleeding first and let me down. Otherwise, we'll both be in danger when they come in."

The man hesitated for a moment, but then put his gun away.

Chen Jingyang ran down from the attic, turned on all the lights in the yard, and turned on the stereo, quickly blending the quiet little courtyard into the lively atmosphere of Christmas Eve.

As expected, the group of people did not suspect anything and swept past his door.

However, when Chen Jingyang returned, the attic was empty. Upon inspection, he discovered that the person had taken a backpack and some medicine.

"So this is what you look like!" Chen Jingyang chuckled. "Even if I remembered you, I wouldn't recognize you. You were standing behind me the whole time, and I didn't even see your face."

Shang Feng was uncharacteristically a little embarrassed: "We were on a mission at the time, and the situation was rather complicated, so... never mind, come on, let's have another drink!"

Du Mingxuan reminded Shang Feng, "Don't just focus on drinking. Didn't you come to his rescue in an emergency?"

"Oh, right!" Shang Feng asked, "Yesterday Pengfei said that you are short of funds. How much are you short? I have some spare money here. You can take it and use it."

When Du Mingxuan went to deliver the fish yesterday, Chen Jingyang had not yet returned, so they did not know that Chen Jingyang had raised 1 billion.

Just as Zhang Pengfei was about to speak, Chen Jingyang patted his leg, signaling him to wait a moment.

How much spare money do you have?

Shang Feng was surprised that Chen Jingyang would ask such a question, and replied without hesitation, "How much do you need? As long as it's within my ability, I can lend you money or provide a guarantee, no problem."

Money, especially when you need it, is always better to have more.

Chen Jingyang was silent for a moment: "Shang Feng, since I saved you and you saved me, we have a life-or-death bond. I am currently preparing something that I can guarantee you will make a profit. If you trust me, invest all your spare money, however much you have."

"Cough cough cough...!" Du Mingxuan choked on his wine. "Chen Jingyang, he said it was spare money, do you really think it's spare money? It was specially made for you to use, and you really don't hold back, taking as much as you have."

Chen Jingyang didn't reply, but stared at Shang Feng: "Opportunity knocks but once. Shang Feng, however much you invest, I can return more than 10 times to you."

Shang Feng laughed and said, "Alright! I'll give you 1 billion yuan first. You can do whatever you want. It doesn't matter if you make money or not. Spend it as you see fit. If it's not enough, I have more. But one thing: don't put too much pressure on yourself. There's more to life than just making money."

A ripple of emotion stirred within Chen Jingyang.

Only Zhang Pengfei, Chen Meilian, and Lin Zheyan had said this to him.

"Okay!" He picked up his wine glass and said solemnly, "I understand!"