Before Ye Cheng could continue speaking, the door was suddenly kicked open, and the secretary rushed in with several security guards.
"Boss, is someone robbing us?"
Old Wang: ...
Ye Cheng: ...
No wonder Xiaorou arranged this undercover agent; he really was eavesdropping.
"No one's robbing you, you'd better get out of here." Old Wang was speechless.
After saying that, he suddenly remembered something.
"Oh, right, have the finance department transfer 100,000 yuan to him."
The secretary glanced at Ye Cheng, her eyes filled with doubt and confusion, but she still nodded and left.
"Alright, 100,000 yuan, damn it, these few scraps of paper are really expensive." Old Wang looked distressed.
"Take it or leave it. Okay, I've taken the money. Ask me again if you have any questions next time. I'm leaving now." Ye Cheng said, getting up.
Old Wang pointed at him.
"You really are something else, taking the money and then disappearing without a trace."
"Nonsense, do you think I'm talking about feelings with you? I still need to buy a boat." Ye Cheng's voice visibly became excited when he mentioned buying a boat.
"Buy a boat? Don't you already have a fishing boat?"
“Mine is too small. I’m going to get a 24-meter fishing boat. It’s so impressive. You’ve never seen one before. Standing on it makes you feel superior.”
"I've only ever heard of people who drive Rolls-Royces being superior, I've never heard of people who drive beat-up fishing boats being superior."
"Tch, what do you know? Buying a car is just a consumable, what's the use? Buying a boat is an investment. I'm leaving now. If you ever have any questions next time, be sure to ask me. I'll answer a few for you for free, hahaha."
I made 100,000 yuan by drawing a few sheets of paper. That's awesome.
In later generations, only that cryptocurrency tycoon who spent tens of millions to buy bananas could compare.
After coming out, Ye Cheng followed his secretary to the finance department and received 100,000 yuan.
All told, Ye Cheng has 380,000 yuan in savings, 30,000 yuan in debt, and 300,000 yuan in mortgage payments.
With 380,000, Ye Cheng felt he had taken another big step forward in buying the boat.
Damn it, should I talk to Lao Wang about the crypto world, AI, and big data models? Maybe I can get a few hundred thousand more from him, not to mention secondhand ships.
Even the new boat brother can afford it.
Having received the money, Ye Cheng now only wants to go to the shipyard.
I had only taken two steps when a surprised voice came from behind me.
"Ye Cheng, is that you?"
Ye Cheng turned around and saw his class monitor, Wu Bin, looking at him with a surprised expression as he walked over, followed by several young men in shirts.
"Hey, class monitor," Ye Cheng greeted casually.
Wu Bin seemed to have completely forgotten the unpleasantness of the last class reunion, and warmly shook Ye Cheng's hand as he came up.
"Oh dear, old classmate, you didn't even tell me you were coming to our Wang Group. I'm a leader here, so it would be much more convenient for you to get things done."
Haha, so you're here to show off that you're a leader, aren't you?
“Yes, our Section Chief Wu knows a lot of people in the company.” A quick-witted young man behind him immediately offered a well-placed compliment, which made Wu Bin extremely pleased.
"Oh, I'm nothing special, I just came to deliver something to your Old Wang," Ye Cheng said casually.
"Old Wang?" Wu Bin was taken aback. "Do we have someone named Old Wang in our company? Which department is he in?"
Ye Cheng pointed to Old Wang's office at the end of the corridor and said casually,
"Well, that Old Wang."
Wu Bin turned around and saw, "Damn it, you mean our Chairman Wang?"
Old Wang?
You dare call Chairman Wang "Old Wang"?
Just as Wu Bin was about to reprimand Ye Cheng, he suddenly recalled the class reunion that day, and Ye Cheng seemed to know Wang Ke, the nephew of General Manager Wang.
At the time, Wang Ke called him a stinky fishmonger, and Ye Cheng thought it was just a way of looking down on him. But after thinking about it later, he realized that Wang Ke was wrong.
Given Wang Ke's character and upbringing, he shouldn't have spoken to a fishmonger like that.
Unless, he has a good relationship with Ye Cheng.
Then today Ye Cheng said he was coming to deliver something to President Wang, which made Wu Bin even more suspicious.
"Ye Cheng, you know our CEO Wang?" Wu Bin asked tentatively.
"Yes, we sold vegetables together before," Ye Cheng replied, then continued.
"Um, class monitor, I have something to do, I'll be going now."
As he was leaving, Ye Cheng was about to go, but Wu Bin was not about to let him go. He still wanted to find out more about Ye Cheng.
"Don't go, old classmate. You've come all this way, I should at least show you some hospitality. Let's have a meal together before you leave."
Ye Cheng looked at him as if he were an idiot.
"It's only 2 p.m., why are you having dinner? I really have something to do. Let's make dinner plans later."
I'm going to spend money now, don't stop me.
Seeing that Ye Cheng was determined to leave, Wu Bin turned around and winked at the young men, tossed the documents he was holding to them, and then said to Ye Cheng,
"I'm free this afternoon anyway. Where do you want to go? I'll go with you. I know many people in the city, and I might be able to help you if you need anything."
Ye Cheng narrowed his eyes, puzzled as to why Wu Bin had suddenly become so enthusiastic, but it was probably related to Lao Wang.
However, I don't know much about things in the city, so it would be fine if he wanted to come along.
"I need to go to the shipyard, it's a bit far, can you make it?"
"Yes, I can go. I have a car. Take my car."
“I came by motorcycle, I don’t need to ride with you.”
"Oh dear, let's go. It's a rare trip into the city. Do you expect me to let you ride a motorcycle? People who don't know better will think you drive a motorcycle taxi."
Wu Bin grabbed Ye Cheng, making Ye Cheng a little embarrassed.
The car is downstairs, a Xiali that's about 80% new.
The Xiali is made by FAW and is much more economical than the Santana.
"Well, this car of mine cost 50,000 yuan, and I've had it for two years," Wu Bin proudly introduced.
These days, anyone who can afford a car is considered successful. As for Mercedes-Benz and BMW, those are only owned by a small minority.
However, the Xiali is really just a means of transportation. It has little to no aesthetic appeal, no large screen audio-visual equipment, no large refrigerator, and no leather seats.
So Ye Cheng sat down and said casually,
"It's alright, that's how low-end cars are."
Wu Bin almost disengaged the clutch. Damn, even a low-end car is better than your metal-clad one.
Seeing Ye Cheng's calm and composed demeanor, Wu Bin swallowed back the words he wanted to say. Although he was dressed in tattered clothes, his demeanor was almost on par with that of President Wang.
"Do you have air conditioning?" Ye Cheng asked casually.
Yes, but it's just average.
"Then turn it on. I'm not used to not having air conditioning, and there's too much dust." Ye Cheng didn't stand on ceremony at all.
Wu Bin pursed his lips hard, turned on the air conditioner, and thought, "Damn it, you're the boss, aren't you?"
You'd better have some connection with Boss Wang, otherwise... hmph!
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