Chu Fang had initially intended to look at the documents, but then changed his mind. After a moment of contemplation, he said softly, "I'm sorry, I cannot invest."
“I am a businessman, and I seek a return on investment. Ayaton has not shown me the value of my investment.”
Furthermore, as the legal representative and leader of YATeng Yige, responsible for the company's overall direction, you act incredibly naive when dealing with investors. Perhaps it's truly because of Mr. Ming's favor that you were able to climb to the managerial position.
Ma Junjie lowered his head: "I'm sorry."
"No need," Chu Fang said. "Here's a suggestion: if you're looking for investment, try not to tell the truth. Sometimes the truth isn't pleasant to hear."
"...So, this is the secret to your success?"
"no."
Dude, I have a 'cheat code' to my side.
“... ..."
The two put aside their investment topic and chatted about life, entertainment, war, games... Men always find common ground, no matter how big the age gap or how far apart their ideas may be. After all, men always have a youthful heart.
Late into the night, Ma Junjie drank too much and finally passed out.
Perhaps it wasn't because he was drunk, but rather because he was exhausted from running around for Mr. Ming and Yateng Yige these past few days.
Seeing Ma Junjie slumped over the table, Chu Fang shook his head helplessly. After paying the bill, he called the waiter to help him into the car, fastened Ma Junjie's seatbelt, and said, "Driver, Zhonghai Mingyuan, thank you."
Since he was close to Zhonghai Mingyuan, he didn't bother going back to Tanhua Community.
Considering that Ma Junjie was drunk, it wouldn't be appropriate to book a hotel room for him.
A short while later, they arrived outside Zhonghai Mingyuan. While supporting Ma Junjie, he shouted, "Brother Liu, come quickly, I'll continue to help."
Brother Liu and several security guards rushed over and helped Ma Junjie up, allowing Chu Fang to finally breathe a sigh of relief.
When people are drunk, they always feel extremely heavy and sluggish.
Several security guards helped him into the residential area. Brother Liu said with a smile, "Mr. Chu, it's been a long time. Where have you been making your fortune lately?"
"I'm so poor I'm practically selling my pants, and tonight I even ran into someone asking me for money." Chu Fang nodded to Ma Junjie. "That's the guy."
Who is he?
"A man who is unlucky in love and unlucky in his career."
The two chatted as they returned home. After the security guards left, Chu Fang laid Ma Junjie down on the sofa and watched him fall asleep before feeling relieved.
He went to the bathroom to wash up, feeling much refreshed. He turned Ma Junjie over, took a picture, and then sent it to Zhong Tingyue.
[Solo Queue Player in Love: Image.JpG]
[Solo player in a dating game: Not going home tonight.]
[Wang Shu: You two... ...cross-eyed.JpG]
[Solo player in a dating game: You're out of your mind. I'm a guy, and I like women.]
[Wang Shu: You've misunderstood.]
Did I have dirty thoughts? Bullshit! You're 100% the one who had dirty thoughts.
Zhong Tingyue once said that she liked to watch novels and TV series with a slightly 'gay' theme when she was in junior high and high school, and that her brain was definitely not that of a normal person.
Chu Fang then told Zhong Tingyue what had happened that night.
[Solo Dating Player: Ms. Zhong, do you think I should invest?]
[Wang Shu: That's your money. Don't ask me. I'm not a professional investor and I don't understand the ins and outs. Whether you invest or not is your decision.]
[Solo Dating Player: You've been at Yaten Yige for a few years, you should have some understanding of the industry, give me some professional advice.]
[Wang Shu: No way!]
[Solo Queue Player in Love: Speechless.JpG]
The two exchanged a few words before stopping.
Zhong Tingyue stood by the window, gazing at the sky.
She didn't offer her own thoughts or opinions because she knew her ideas would dictate Chu Fang's choices.
... ...
After several days of rain, the sun finally shone in Shanghai again, and golden sunlight streamed into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making people feel refreshed and relaxed.
Ma Junjie slowly opened his eyes, gently tapped his head, feeling a sharp pain as if pricked by needles, and then heard a soft voice: "It's almost noon, you're finally awake, have a glass of milk first."
Ma Junjie took the milk Chu Fang handed him, drank it slowly, and looked around: "Where is this?"
Chu Fang shrugged: "You were drunk last night, so I took you home. Don't worry, nothing happened between us."
After saying that, he went to the kitchen.
After finishing his milk, Ma Junjie slowly stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. What came into view was the Bund, a famous landmark in Shanghai, inhabited by people of high status and wealth, with its riverbanks lined with upscale luxury shops...
After a moment, Ma Junjie slowly withdrew his gaze and looked back at Chu Fang: "Money is indeed a good thing; even the scenery is exceptionally beautiful."
"fine."
"The word 'okay' is full of the air of a rich person."
Wearing an apron and carrying dishes, Chu Fang walked out of the kitchen and said to Ma Junjie, "It's a very low thing to judge a person's character by money. It's as if rich people have nothing to offer besides money."
Ma Junjie smiled but did not answer.
Lunch was ready in a little while. I stir-fried a few simple home-style dishes: stir-fried pork, braised beef with potatoes, and radish soup with two eggs.
The two sat down at the table, and Chu Fang said, "The stir-fried pork is made in Hunan province, it's very spicy, so don't eat it if you can't handle it."
Ma Junjie said, "I'm from Pingxiang, Jiangxi Province."
Upon hearing this, Chu Fang immediately understood: "Oh, then it's alright."
If Chengdu's level of spiciness tolerance is one, then Hunan's level is ten, and Jiangxi, especially Pingxiang, has a level of spiciness tolerance of one hundred.
No, it's incomparable.
Ma Junjie picked up a piece of beef, put it in his mouth, chewed it carefully, raised an eyebrow, and said with surprise, "It's delicious."
"Of course!" Chu Fang paused slightly and straightened his back. "My cooking skills are highly praised by everyone."
"I apologize for what I just said."
"What did you say?"
“Besides money, you have many other merits that I’ve overlooked. In fact, those merits even surpass your wealth.”
Upon hearing this, Chu Fang was overjoyed and gave the other party a thumbs up: "You have good taste."
He's tired of hearing people say he's rich; it doesn't affect him at all. But if someone compliments him on something else, he'll be especially happy.
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