Chapter 186 The 186th Day of Not Running Away...
Wen Qunshu and the others learned about this when they came to have dinner.
Upon hearing that there was a pervert in the neighborhood, the monk immediately said, "Then we should call the police."
Chen Bozheng said, "We've already called the police, but the person was wearing a mask, so it might be difficult to catch him. Strangely enough, he disappeared in no time."
"Could it be one of our neighbors?" Wen Qunshu slapped his thigh and said, "If that's the case, we have to find out who it is. It's unacceptable for someone to live so close to us."
"They don't seem like neighbors."
Chen Bo thought for a moment and shook his head: "Anyway, I've never seen him before. His figure is unfamiliar, and I can't recognize his voice."
Wen Qunshu and others trusted Chen Bozheng's words.
Chen Bo is good at judging people. Although he doesn't claim to have a photographic memory, he knows most of his neighbors, and even those he hasn't spoken to are familiar to him.
If it were someone he knew, he couldn't possibly not recognize them.
“Then she must be from somewhere else,” the monk said. “By the way, is that girl from our area?”
"No, not exactly," Chen Bozheng said, shaking his head.
The monk looked surprised and muttered, "What a coincidence."
It's quite a coincidence.
But it wasn't impossible for such a thing to happen, so Chen Bozheng didn't think much of it until the next day when he was dealing with work matters with Hua Lingfeng and the others in the community, when Zhao Henghe came over.
Zhao Heng came with the girl.
Unlike her disheveled state yesterday, the girl was wearing a duffle coat and high-heeled boots today, looking completely different from yesterday, but she still clung to Zhao Henghe's hand affectionately.
"Mr. Zhao, what brings you here?"
A hint of surprise and astonishment flashed across Chen Bozheng's eyes.
Hua Lingfeng exclaimed in surprise, "Zhao Henghe, it's you!"
Chen Bo looked at Hua Lingfeng with a questioning look in his eyes, "You two know each other?" Hua Lingfeng gave him a look and held up three fingers.
Chen Bozheng had a pretty good idea of what was going on; these were three generations of descendants.
Zhao Henghe smiled and looked at Hua Lingfeng: "Lingfeng, I heard that you went into business with someone, but I didn't expect it to be with President Chen. What a coincidence."
He said to Chen Bozheng, "Mr. Chen, I came uninvited. I hope I haven't disturbed you."
"No, we're not that busy right now." Chen Bo snapped his fingers, signaling someone to bring tea sets to Zhao Heng and the other two.
Even though the guest came uninvited, we should still be polite.
Zhao Heng said, "If President Chen wants to make tea, that's perfect. I just happened to bring a few pounds of tea leaves with me today, Da Hong Pao, the best stuff."
He looked at Xu Jingrou.
Xu Jingrou shyly picked up a bag of tea and handed it to Chen Bozheng.
Chen Bo politely declined, saying, "I can't accept this. You're welcome to come as a guest; there's no need for such formalities."
"Yes, yes," Zhao Heng said. "These tea leaves would be wasted if they stayed with me. It's such a coincidence that we've all come together today, so let's try them together and see what we think."
You can't hit someone who's smiling.
Chen Bozheng couldn't refuse, so he took the tea. Hua Lingfeng glanced at the packaging, his eyes widening, and exclaimed, "This is a special supply?!"
Zhao Henghe smiled and said, "My parents don't like tea, so I don't know if it's specially supplied, but it's from home."
Hua Lingfeng really wanted to call him a pretentious show-off, but he held back.
Chen Bozheng didn't stand on ceremony with him at this moment. He opened a packet of tea, brewed some, and then looked at Zhao Heng and Xu Jingrou, "You two are here today as guests? How about I show you around our property?"
The aroma of tea filled the air, and amber-colored tea splashed onto the tea tray.
Zhao Heng lit a cigarette and smiled, "It's not just for that. I don't like owing favors. It's like this: I heard you're going to bid for land recently. The competition in Beijing's real estate market is fierce this year. I'm afraid you don't have enough cash on hand."
Chen Bozheng wasn't particularly surprised that Zhao Henghe was well-informed.
People have come all this way, yet they still can't find out this little bit of information.
He said calmly, "The money isn't enough. What, Mr. Zhao, would you like to generously contribute?"
Zhao Heng shrugged. "Well, my family's been keeping a close eye on me lately. They won't let me do business anymore and want me to settle down and live a quiet life, so I can't really help you. But I know a friend at the bank. Here's his phone number. You can talk to him about the loan."
He took out a pen, grabbed a piece of paper, wrote down a phone number on it, and handed it to Chen Bozheng.
Chen Bozheng didn't take the teacups. Instead, he poured several cups of tea, placed them in front of everyone, and said calmly, "President Zhao, the tea is ready. Let's drink some tea first."
Zhao Henghe's eyes flashed, and he smiled, saying, "Yes, this tea is very fragrant; I'm even a little thirsty."
He capped the pen, put it back in his pocket, picked up his teacup, took a sip, closed his eyes, and savored it. "Truly excellent tea, Mr. Chen, Ling Feng, what do you say?"
Hua Lingfeng thought to himself, "Tea that costs 300 yuan a tael must be good tea, even if it's not."
This is a special Da Hong Pao tea; only a very small number of people across the country can drink tea leaves from this one Da Hong Pao tea tree.
Chen Bozheng said, "The tea is good tea, but I'm the kind of person who doesn't appreciate fine tea. Actually, it doesn't matter much to me what kind of tea I drink. I think jasmine tea that costs two yuan a pound is just fine."
"Mr. Chen is so rich, yet he's still so frugal?"
Zhao Heng joked, "I've heard you earn quite a bit, and your wife is good at making money too. Don't you spend the money you earn?"
“Of course you have to spend the money you earn, but where you spend it is different for everyone.” Chen Bo picked up the piece of paper and handed it to Zhao Henghe without even looking at it: “Mr. Zhao, we don’t need this phone number. Thank you for your kindness.”
Zhao Heng's expression froze slightly.
He glanced at the phone number, then looked at Chen Bozheng: "Mr. Chen, have you thought this through? This is a favor I'm doing for you, as my way of repaying you for saving my girlfriend yesterday. This one phone call is enough for you to get an eight-figure loan from the bank. Aren't you tempted?"
Eight digits?
Hua Lingfeng gasped and couldn't help but glance at Zhao Henghe.
He hadn't had much contact with Zhao Heng, but he'd heard that Zhao was very capable, had connections everywhere, and was well-connected in both the legitimate and underworld circles. He never expected that Zhao Heng would have such extensive connections.
Chen Bozheng said, "To say I'm not tempted would be a lie, but my grandfather told me something when I was little."
"What did you say?" Zhao Henghe's smile faded slightly as he stared at Chen Bozheng.
Chen Bo thought for a moment and then smiled and said, "My grandfather said that greed is like a snake trying to swallow an elephant. If a person is greedy and thinks that he has gotten a great deal, then his bad luck and trouble will not be far away. I always listen to my elders, so thank you for your kindness. As for yesterday's matter, I didn't really help much. I'll wipe the slate clean of any favors or kindnesses."
Zhao Heng squinted at Chen Bozheng.
The office fell silent.
Xu Jingrou swallowed, feeling a little nervous.
She glanced at Chen Bozheng out of the corner of her eye, completely baffled as to why this man was so foolish as to refuse such a good opportunity that was offered to him.
With an eight-figure loan in hand, even if you lend it out yourself, you can make a fortune.
"good!"
Zhao Heng suddenly clapped and cheered.
He said with a smile, "I admire people like Mr. Chen who are capable and ambitious. Mr. Chen, it seems I have been presumptuous and underestimated you."
The kettle on the stove was bubbling and boiling.
The Da Hong Pao tea was kept, but the piece of paper with the phone number was thrown into the trash can, spilled with tea.
Chen Bo was frowning, deep in thought.
Hua Lingfeng watched Zhao Heng and the other two leave from the window. After they got into the car, he turned around and curiously patted Chen Bozheng on the shoulder, asking, "Brother Zheng, how do you know Zhao Heng and that guy?"
"I wouldn't say I know him; I just met him yesterday."
Chen Bo was tidying up the things on the table when he remembered something and asked Hua Lingfeng, "Xiao Hua, do you know anything about Zhao Heng and this person?"
Hua Lingfeng was amused. "I asked you, but you asked me. If you asked me, I really don't know him. I returned to Beijing late, but I often heard about him. He has a high level of education, a master's degree, and graduated from university a long time ago. He knows a lot of people, including that young master Lin."
Hua Lingfeng paused here, then said, "No, it should be said that Young Master Lin is his lackey."
"Lackey?" Chen Bozheng said thoughtfully. "So, if he were to order that Young Master Lin to do something, Young Master Lin would definitely comply."
“That depends on the situation,” Hua Lingfeng said. “Most of those people are just friends who share interests. If there’s something to gain, they’re easy to talk about; if not, it’s hard to say. However, Zhao Heng is known for his ability, intelligence, and money-making skills. From the past to now, he’s probably made over a billion yuan.”
When Hua Lingfeng said this, he shook his head: "But I don't envy him."
"What do you mean by that?" Chen Bo asked curiously.
Hua Lingfeng said, "He likes to take shortcuts in everything he does and makes money. He likes to make quick money and is like draining the pond to catch all the fish. He will never let go until he has eaten the last piece of meat. He doesn't care at all how others will clean up the mess he makes of the market."
What Hua Lingfeng didn't mention was that Zhao Heng and this person had also been involved in smuggling and selling cigarettes and luxury cars. The matter was too complicated, and Hua Lingfeng didn't dare to tell anyone casually, as knowing it wouldn't be a good thing.
Chen Bozheng asked, "So, what do you think about my refusal to take out a loan?"
Hua Lingfeng scratched his head: "Brother Zheng, I do feel a little sorry for him, but I think it makes sense. This doesn't seem like Zhao Henghe's style. We shouldn't take advantage of him; it's better if we owe him a favor."
Young Master Lin was smoking a cigar and drinking in a private room with several girls on his arms. When he heard the door being pushed open with a bang, he was about to curse, but when he looked up and saw who it was, he immediately told everyone else to leave.
He picked up the XO and poured a glass for Zhao Heng: "Young Master Zhao, why do you look so pale? Did you fail to accomplish your goal?"
Zhao Heng nodded, his face dark, took the wine glass, and drank it all in one gulp.
"No way!" Young Master Lin exclaimed incredulously. "An eight-figure loan like that would be fiercely contested nationwide. That guy surnamed Chen really isn't tempted?!"
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