Is it because he thinks that he can do "that" with her after marriage?
The next morning, before Grandpa Gu arrived at the Platinum Hotel, Song Yunxi, along with Lin Xiaoran, invited Mu Chen and Jiang Hailang to a small conference room for a meeting.
Song Yunxi handed over several news articles she had collected. "Airplane crowdfunding, interested?"
As Jiang Hailang casually flipped through the documents, he chuckled and asked, "Are you planning to crowdfund to buy a plane?"
He could certainly guess that Song Yunxi's intentions weren't as simple as just buying a plane; otherwise, she wouldn't have invited them to the meeting.
“Yesterday I met a friend who runs an aviation club. His club recently did a crowdfunding campaign for an airplane. I chatted with him for a while and was very inspired.”
The friend Song Yunxi mentioned who runs an aviation club is Wang Ming, whom Xu Jiasheng brought for afternoon tea yesterday afternoon. When she went to greet Xu Jiasheng, they were discussing airplane crowdfunding, so she sat down and listened.
Wang Ming said that this crowdfunding + sharing model for purchasing and using airplanes is a relatively new approach. Initially, he just wanted to try it out, but he didn't expect the enthusiastic response from members after he shared the idea with the club. They raised funds for their first airplane in just one week. Many members who didn't participate in the first round have already signed up for the second round of crowdfunding.
Song Yunxi said, "Actually, we can also innovate on the basis of aircraft crowdfunding. For example, we can create a Platinum Hotels General Aviation Black Card. As long as you pay a certain membership fee, you can become a Platinum Hotels Black Card VIP member. In addition to the existing benefits, the membership will also include 100 hours of flight usage per year."
Jiang Hailang pointed to the membership fee amount on Song Yunxi's proposal: "I understand your desire to make quick money, but are you sure anyone would spend an extra two or three hundred thousand to buy your black card membership for 100 hours of flight time per year?"
“Those who can become VIPs at Platinum Hotels are social elites and successful people from all walks of life. They are not short of money, and they are not crowdfunding because they cannot afford a plane. In fact, they value their social circle and network more.”
As Song Yunxi spoke, she flipped to the back of her proposal and continued, "Therefore, our Black Card VIP members can hold appreciation parties regularly. Gathering all the elites who are usually only seen online and in magazines together, even if it can only be done once a year, is still very meaningful for the members."
Owning a Platinum Inn Black Card is equivalent to possessing the most commercially valuable social platform. With such a gimmick, how could anyone doubt that no one would buy into it?
Jiang Hailang laughed and joked, "Haha, is this the legendary 'selling dog meat under the guise of mutton'?"
"Mr. Lang, please watch your wording. We offer more than just hotel membership cards; we provide a philosophy, a vision, and a completely new solution. I've already asked Ms. Tang from Heyi Consulting, and they sometimes charge millions for a few dozen pages of PowerPoint presentations when creating solutions for others. Besides, we genuinely provide products and services."
Jiang Hailang turned to look at Mu Chen, "You just let her play like this?"
Mu Chen said, "This plan was discussed and came up with by Yunxi and me. I think it's very feasible, so let's give it a try."
Who would have thought that after they finished last night, they would talk about work in bed for half the night?
“I disagree.” Jiang Hailang said, closing the proposal. “According to the rules, the votes for and against are tied, so this matter will be suspended for now.”
Mu Chen looked at Jiang Hailang and smiled. "A tie?"
"There are four people attending the meeting, two against two, isn't that a tie?" Jiang Hailang said, turning to look at Lin Xiaoran.
Lin Xiaoran was diligently taking notes when she suddenly realized that she seemed to have a great connection with this matter.
She looked up at Jiang Hailang, and when Jiang Hailang called her, "Baby, come here," she stood up and, afraid of wasting even half a second, took small steps and ran behind Song Yunxi.
Song Yunxi said happily, "That's great! After our plane is successfully built, we might even be able to build a yacht."
Before Jiang Hailang could retract his outstretched hand, a helpless smile appeared on his face.
Jiang Hailang said, "Alright, I give up. Let's talk about the details. What kind of plane should we buy? You can't just fly a plane whenever you want, right? Do we need any special qualifications? By the way, where will we park the plane after we buy it?"
The rooftop of the Platinum Hotel originally had its own helipad, but it was turned into a rooftop garden during the hotel's renovation a couple of years ago. That's where the Yanzhen Group held their cocktail party last time.
“I did some research, and the aircraft is a small plane worth five or six million yuan. There are many models to choose from at this price point. I have had a preliminary discussion with Mr. Wang of the aviation club. Platinum Hotels can establish a joint venture with his club, with him responsible for aviation licenses and operating licenses. They will also be responsible for aircraft maintenance, parking, and pre-flight approval procedures. Platinum Hotels' black card members only need to apply one week in advance if they need to use the aircraft.”
"What if too many black cards are sold, and everyone wants to use the plane at the same time?
"Our black cards are limited to thirty per year. Furthermore, the membership benefits booklet stipulates that if members apply to use the aircraft at the same time, the order of application will be prioritized. For members who are not selected, we can help coordinate leasing other aircraft from the aviation club at a price below market value, with the price difference covered by Platinum Hotels."
There's no need to worry about the price difference, because when no members are using the plane, Mr. Wang can help with some leasing. The difference we make up for with members can be earned back from other sources. Many business owners lease planes for commercial purposes these days, each time costing at least tens of thousands of yuan.
It seems that Song Yunxi has thought everything through very carefully. Jiang Hailang felt that he had also prepared for most of the questions that other shareholders might raise in advance.
"Then you should prepare a detailed proposal and formally present it at the next conference. I have no problem with that. As long as your black card can be launched, I can sell it. Anyway, gold card, diamond card or black card, it makes no difference to me."
"Then thank you in advance for your support, Mr. Lang." Song Yunxi said with a smile after expressing her gratitude, and then turned to Lin Xiaoran and said, "Transcribe what we just discussed into meeting minutes, and say that General Manager Mu Chen, Director Jiang Hailang and all staff of the Innovation Department held a formal communication meeting today and unanimously approved the membership black card proposal. Send copies of the meeting minutes and our proposal to the leaders of each department, and formally propose it at the next meeting."
Lin Xiaoran readily agreed: "Okay. I'll get ready when I get back."
Mu Chen and Song Yunxi checked the time and realized it was almost 10 o'clock, the time they had arranged to meet Grandpa Gu. So they left the conference room side by side and went downstairs to pick up Grandpa Gu.
Lin Xiaoran had just packed her things and was about to leave the conference room when Jiang Hailang grabbed her arm.
He closed the conference room door behind him and stood in front of Lin Xiaoran with a wronged expression. "Baby, you don't give me any face at all."
"Mr. Lang, you must distinguish between public and private matters. Besides, I'm helping those who are right, not those who are close to me."
Jiang Hailang smiled and took her hand. "So, you mean I'm closer to you?"
Lin Xiaoran patted Jiang Hailang's shoulder reassuringly. "Of course you're closer to him."
They've kissed so many times, they must be very "close".
Jiang Hailang pinned Lin Xiaoran against the wall and lowered his head to kiss her. Lin Xiaoran, however, pushed him away.
"Stop messing around, I have work to do. If you smudge my lipstick, how am I supposed to face anyone later?" Lin Xiaoran said, turning around to open the door and leave.
Jiang Hailang grabbed her hand again. "Baby, let's go to my house tonight?"
"Okay." Lin Xiaoran turned around and gently kissed Jiang Hailang on the cheek before running out.
Jiang Hailang followed them out of the conference room, just as two hotel staff members passed by in the corridor.
"Hello, Mr. Lang." After greeting each other, the two quickly left.
Having inadvertently stumbled upon a high-level secret, Lin Xiaoran naturally had to flee for her life. She ran out of the conference room with a shy expression, and a second later, Jiang Hailang followed. Anyone could easily imagine what intimate scene had unfolded.
It's not just Jiang Hailang and Lin Xiaoran, but also President Mu and Song Yunxi. Everyone's not blind; there are no secrets in this world. It's just that they won't admit it, so everyone pretends not to know.
*
In the evening, after Jiang Hailang took Lin Xiaoran to a restaurant near his home for dinner, the two walked home hand in hand.
Jiang Hailang took off his coat and threw it on the sofa. He moved closer to Lin Xiaoran, who was holding the remote control and about to turn on the TV. As she pressed the switch, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.
Lin Xiaoran tossed aside the remote control and wrapped her arms around Jiang Hailang's neck. Kissing him was truly addictive; even though they kissed for long periods every day, she never wanted to refuse for a moment longer.
Jiang Hailang pushed Lin Xiaoran down onto the sofa, pressing himself tightly against her. A corner of the TV remote was placed under Lin Xiaoran, and the television automatically changed channels, its lights shimmering even more brightly in the dimly lit living room.
Jiang Hailang's former pride in a certain ability has now become his biggest regret. Every time he kisses Lin Xiaoran, his body reacts within two minutes.
The final solution was the same as always: Jiang Hailang insisted on kissing Lin Xiaoran for a while before getting up and going into the bathroom.
When he came out, Lin Xiaoran had already picked up the game and played two rounds of badminton by herself.
Lin Xiaoran smiled and waved to Jiang Hailang. "President Lang, come and play some games, burn off that boundless energy of yours."
Jiang Hailang stepped forward and hugged Lin Xiaoran, bending down to rest his chin on her shoulder.
"Baby, let's get married?"
Lin Xiaoran's hand, which was about to hug Jiang Hailang, froze in mid-air.
Marriage? It seems she's never even considered it.
It wasn't that she wouldn't marry Jiang Hailang, nor that she didn't love him; she simply hadn't considered it. She had just graduated from university, and they had only been dating for a little over two months.
However, Lin Xiaoran quickly understood Jiang Hailang's meaning. He had always respected her; if she didn't want to do that thing, he would always handle it himself.
But he must have been enduring a lot of hardship, right? Jiang Hailang used to be surrounded by many women, and he probably hadn't done it for this long before, so it's understandable that he wanted to.
So he wants to get married because he thinks that after marriage he can do *that* with her, right?
Lin Xiaoran patted him lightly on the back twice and asked, "Do you want to sleep with me?"
Jiang Hailang said without any pretense or concealment, "I want to sleep with you. But it's not because I want to sleep with you that I want to get married. I've slept with many women before, but I've never thought about marrying them. Only you, I want to be with you forever."
As Jiang Hailang spoke, he tightened his grip on Lin Xiaoran's arm, and his tone was no longer the usual joking and playful one.
After a long silence, Lin Xiaoran finally said, "Let me think about it."
On the way home, Jiang Hailang drove Lin Xiaoran without exchanging a word. Lin Xiaoran kept her eyes fixed on the road ahead through the windshield. Jiang Hailang occasionally glanced at her, but she didn't smile and meet his gaze as she usually did.
The car stopped downstairs at Lin Xiaoran's house. Jiang Hailang knew he had misspoke. After she unbuckled her seatbelt, he quickly grabbed her hand: "Baby, I was wrong today. I was too hasty. If you don't want to get married for the time being, then we won't."
Lin Xiaoran turned to look at Jiang Hailang, who was more serious than ever before. Taking advantage of his pull, she leaned forward and kissed his lips.
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