Ning Yuan waved her hand with a smile: "Oh, Miss Vivian, there's no need to rush. Young Master Ning only said he would consider it, but he didn't agree to invest in a small role like mine."
Vivian and her senior business associates instinctively looked at Ning Bingyu, only to find him with a cold expression.
Their expressions instantly turned a little awkward.
Ugh, what a bummer!
When they get nervous, they forget that their young master dislikes making definitive statements!
Ning Bingyu put down his cup and gently pushed up his sunglasses. "We have other matters to attend to, so we'll take our leave first. Miss Ning, may your business prosper."
Vivian quickly took a red envelope from her briefcase and placed it on the table.
Ning Bingyu said calmly, "I know there's no custom of giving opening bonuses in mainland China, but..."
"Thank you, young master! We are so grateful! May you be rich! May your wealth come from all directions!!"
Before he could finish speaking, Ning Yuan had already swiftly stuffed the red envelope into her pocket and clasped her hands in gratitude.
Everyone at the table only saw a flash of red before their eyes, and then the red envelope was gone: "..."
Is this the legendary "money-grabbing hand"?!
Ning Bingyu couldn't finish his sentence, which he had originally intended to use to politely persuade her to accept the red envelope: "But..."
Rong Zhaonan propped his forehead up, his shoulders trembling slightly: "Pfft..."
Ning Bingyu took a deep breath, maintaining his gentlemanly demeanor, and smiled: "Miss Ningning has a very unique personality, it's amazing!"
Ning Yuan smiled broadly, her eyes crinkling: "Thank you, everyone thinks so!"
Ning Bingyu: I wasn't really praising you!
Forget it, if he stays with this girl any longer, he's afraid he won't be able to keep up his gentlemanly facade.
He stood up, looked at Rong Zhaonan who had been suppressing his laughter, and raised an eyebrow: "Anan, I'll go first."
Ning Yuan also stood up, smiling brightly: "Then my brother will see everyone off, I won't. There are still many guests coming."
At this moment, Ning Bingyu probably didn't want to see this difficult woman either.
Rong Zhaonan put down his long, crossed legs, stood up, and saw them out of the coffee shop.
"Young Master Ning, I won't go back with you. Ningning is quite busy today, and some friends are coming over."
Ning Bingyu looked at his smiling face, gently pushed up his brown sunglasses, and suddenly asked—
"It's rare to see you smile, Anan. I wonder if you're happier seeing your girlfriend smile or your sister smile?"
Rong Zhaonan was in a good mood and casually said, "I'm happy."
He now knows that in Hong Kong, people call their partner "girlfriend".
Ning Bingyu smiled slightly, and another male aide immediately came up and handed a tote bag to Rong Zhaonan.
Rong Zhaonan took it and raised an eyebrow slightly: "What's this?"
Ning Bingyu casually lit a cigar: "It was transported to Shanghai by train yesterday. Open it and take a look. It won't violate your rules."
Rong Zhaonan paused briefly, then reached out and took it.
Seeing this, the male aide led Vivian and the others to the roadside to wait for the car, leaving the space to Ning Bingyu and Rong Zhaonan.
Rong Zhaonan calmly opened the handbag, wanting to see what he was up to.
But as soon as he opened the bag, he saw what was inside and immediately slammed it shut, staring at Ning Bingyu with a stiff expression: "You..."
Ning Bingyu patted him on the shoulder with a half-smile: "I know your rules. I'll give you a small gift, a cheap videotape, so that you can learn about the development of the Hong Kong film industry."
Rong Zhaonan's handsome, fair face flushed red instantly, and he looked completely at a loss for words: "..."
It was rare to see him lose his composure, and Ning Bingyu was in a great mood—this was exactly the effect he wanted!
Even when Mount Tai collapsed before him, this young Rong Sir remained unfazed. However, when they worked together, disagreements were inevitable, and he was often a difficult person who gave Ning Bingyu a headache.
He said meaningfully, "Our Shaw Brothers films have a large distribution volume and high box office, which helps to enhance the relationship between boyfriends and girlfriends."
Rong Zhaonan seemed frozen in place, as if he were holding a bomb instead of a videotape of Hong Kong erotic films!
"When did you look at my notebook..." Rong Zhaonan asked in a muffled voice, his face alternating between red and white.
No wonder Ning Bingyu suddenly asked him about girlfriends!
Ning Bingyu, as if they had become "close friends," put his arm around his shoulder—
"In the notebook you left on the table in the room, it says that you need Shaw Brothers erotic films and... well, certain special items. I saw it by accident when I was collecting materials that day."
Ning Bingyu exhaled smoke with a half-smile: "I thought Ah Nan didn't have a girlfriend, tsk... If you need something like this, you should ask me, a government official from Hong Kong."
That day, I had an argument with Rong Zhaonan in his room about whether or not to disassemble certain products.
In her anger, she threw the documents on the table and Rong Zhaonan's notebook, which were on the table, onto the floor.
Rong Zhaonan remained unmoved like a scumbag, calmly telling him to calm down before simply leaving for the suite.
After calming down, he picked up the documents and notebook.
I accidentally saw words on the first page of the notebook that had been thrown open—"Need Shaw Brothers erotic films and some... um, sex toys."
Ning Bingyu then realized that it was Rong Zhaonan's... well, his personal belongings.
Rong Zhaonan's face was ashen, but he couldn't utter a single word.
Ning Bingyu was in an exceptionally good mood, acting as if they were all men and understood everything, and said very considerately—
"I've already had the latest Japanese media player and color TV placed in your hotel room. If you need anything else, just let me know."
In the late 1970s, the advent of home videotapes in Japan ushered in a new era, replacing old-fashioned hand-cranked or electric film cameras.
Nowadays, wealthy families in Hong Kong are all stylishly equipped with complete sets of Japanese players and color TVs, so they can watch videotapes at home.
You don't need to squeeze into the movie theater with ordinary people.
Rong Zhaonan gritted his teeth and whispered, "Young Master Ning..."
"Oh, the player and the color TV aren't for you. The videotapes aren't expensive, but this set of playback equipment costs about six thousand yuan. It's one of the gifts I'm donating to the mainland. Remember to hand it over when you're done using it."
Ning Bingyu took a puff of his cigar, smiled slightly, then patted him on the shoulder and turned to get into the car that had come to pick them up.
Rong Zhaonan was left standing alone by the roadside, like a wooden stake that had been frozen in place.
Ning Bingyu sat in the car, in a pleasant mood.
As a shrewd and calculating businessman, he was repeatedly humiliated by these two siblings.
If he doesn't get his revenge, he'll have wasted his chance as the future head of the Ning family!
Vivian noticed that her boss's smile had become much more genuine, and he seemed to be in a very good mood.
She coughed lightly: "Young Master, we have not been directly involved in the production of beverages and food in Hong Kong or overseas, but we are one of the major shareholders of the Chen Qu family."
Ning Bingyu's gaze swept across the window and he saw Ning Yuan come out of the door and greet several policemen in white shirts and blue pants familiarly.
That Ningning is quite capable and has a wide circle of friends.
He could see clearly that the police greeted the girl named Ningning first, not Rong Zhaonan.
This means that the police officers were after Ningning, and had nothing to do with Rong Zhaonan.
Vivian continued, "If the young master is interested in getting involved in the mainland beverage industry, we just discussed it and we can ask Director Ou to help us contact the senior executives of major beverage companies..."
Ning Bingyu said calmly, "Have you said enough?"
Vivian had been with him for many years and immediately sensed something was wrong. She quickly changed the subject: "Young Master... we subordinates are just worried that the Northern girl has too sharp a tongue."
"Northern girl" is a nickname given to mainland girls by the Hong Kong government in recent years, although it is not as offensive as the term "gold digger".
But it also carried a hint of disdain, calling mainland girls "country bumpkins."
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