Chapter 127 The 127th Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 127 The 127th Day of Not Running Away...

"Really that honest?"

In the presidential suite of a luxury hotel, Chen Shuangping took off his glasses, wiped them with a cloth, and asked Chen Lili.

Chen Lili, abandoning her previous seductive demeanor in front of others, leaned back lazily in her chair, lighting a cigarette: "I've been watching for two days, and there's absolutely no intention of tampering with anything."

Chen Shuangping clicked his tongue, his brows furrowed, and he lightly pressed his temples. "This is troublesome."

Chen Lili raised her eyebrows curiously: "Old Chen, what exactly does the employer want us to do? I don't think Chen Bozheng is the type to offend people. His group of people are actually quite decent."

Chen Shuangping put on his glasses and glanced at her sideways: "What, are you feeling guilty?"

Chen Lili chuckled: "Guilty? How could I feel guilty? I was just a little curious."

"Curious? What does this have to do with us?" Chen Shuangping looked at Chen Lili with indifference and disdain: "We've been cooperating for so many years, and we've cheated quite a few people. Does that mean they all deserve to die? Let me tell you, if you ruin your employer's business, you'll be in for a world of hurt."

Chen Lili shrugged awkwardly and stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray. "Just kidding. Do you think I'm the kind of person who's always doing good deeds for no reason? If we get caught doing what we did, we'll both be in big trouble."

"That's right."

Chen Shuangping said meaningfully, tapping his fingers lightly on the table and closing the newspaper in his hand: "In this line of work, we have to be mentally prepared and can't be soft-hearted. Buddhism says that you can become a Buddha by laying down your butcher's knife, but the law doesn't say that. Give Chen Bozheng a call and invite him to dinner at Fengzeyuan Restaurant the day after tomorrow. I don't believe that he's really not interested in money."

When Chen Bozheng received the call, Wen Chan was on the other end of the line in the United States. He covered the receiver, asked a few questions in a low voice, and then agreed.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Bo waited for Wen Chan to finish her call before saying, "They couldn't hold back any longer."

Wen Chan's face lit up with interest: "What trick are you up to this time?"

"They invited us to Fengzeyuan Restaurant the day after tomorrow. I guess it's a bribe," Chen Bozheng said. Although he didn't know who Chen Shuangping and his group were, he had a general idea of ​​their modus operandi.

"I'm going back to the US the day after tomorrow. I'll go with you first, and then I'll leave tonight."

Wen Chan thought for a moment and then spoke, her bright eyes filled with a smile.

Chen Bo's heart skipped a beat, and he reached out to grasp Wen Chan's hand. "Is there good news from America?"

Wen Chan nodded: "That's right. Goldman Sachs and Citigroup are locked in a fierce battle at Walmart. Our opportunity has arrived."

A cunning look appeared on her face, like a fox that had spotted its prey falling into its trap.

Chen Bo smiled and held Wen Chan's hand tightly. His hands were covered in thick calluses, and his fingertips were rough. The touch sent a tingling sensation through the area.

Wen Chan lifted her eyelids to look at him, trying to pull her hand away, but he gripped it even tighter.

Chen Bozheng asked, "When will you be back next time?"

Wen Chan said with a mix of helplessness and amusement, "I haven't left yet."

Chen Bozheng said, "I know, but I can't bear to see you go."

What does it mean to turn a hundred feet of steel into a soft touch? Wen Chan had dated before in her past life, but after having a meal with those men, she felt nothing. People in the industry said she was heartless and had no feelings.

But when she was with Chen Bo, Wen Chan couldn't help but soften her heart and couldn't help but laugh. Even when they made eye contact, she felt as if she could smell the fragrance of citrus.

Wen Chan couldn't help but say, "This time when I go back, it might be two or three months before I can come back."

Chen Bozheng couldn't hide his disappointment. "I can come see you."

“No need.” Wen Chan interrupted him: “I’ve discussed it with Zhang Yurong. Yurong plans to return to China to invest and develop in the future.”

Chen Bozheng's dark pupils lit up, and he blurted out, "I've long seen that Miss Zhang is a patriotic businesswoman."

Wen Chan was almost dying of laughter at Chen Bozheng.

When Chen Shuangping and Chen Lili arrived at Fengzeyuan, Chen Bozheng and Wen Chan had already arrived.

"Mr. Chen," the couple stood up to greet him.

Chen Shuangping smiled warmly and gently pressed his hand, which had age spots, down. "Sit down, why are you being so polite?"

"It's my pleasure, Mr. Chen. I'm so sorry, my buddies were too rough and couldn't take good care of your granddaughter."

Chen Bozheng said sincerely, "I have already spoken to them. If Miss Chen is still willing to go, I will find someone else to guide her this time."

Chen Lili smiled broadly, "No need, I've seen a lot already. My grandfather was right, it turns out that doing business is really difficult. What seems like a simple job has many intricacies."

Chen Shuangping patted Chen Lili's hand and said, "You silly child, I'm your grandfather, would I lie to you? Actually, real estate is relatively easy; other physical industries are much harder to do."

"So Grandpa wants to continue working in real estate when he goes back to China, right?" Chen Lili said coquettishly, "I've already learned quite a bit. When I go back to Hainan, Grandpa, you have to give me a chance to practice properly."

She held Chen Shuangping's hand and acted coquettishly.

Chen Shuangping acted like a doting grandfather, saying, "Okay, okay, Grandpa will definitely give you a chance to train."

Chen Bo was somewhat surprised. When he saw the waiter come over to take the order, he gestured for him to give the menu to Chen Shuangping. "Mr. Chen, let my wife and I treat you to this meal today. Please order whatever you like, don't be shy."

"I can't accept this," Chen Shuangping said. "As an elder, how can I let you younger generation pay for it?"

"It's only right. You took out hundreds of thousands of yuan before, so it's no big deal for us to treat you to a meal this time." Wen Chan always knows how to rub salt in the wound; her words were always cutting.

Thinking of the 500,000 yuan that had been donated, both Chen Shuangping and his grandson looked grim.

Chen Shuangping casually ordered a few dishes and mumbled, "Actually, 500,000 isn't much. When we were in Thailand, my family did charity work and donated money to temples for incense oil. I don't even know how much we donated."

“Yes, my grandfather said that once you earn money, you have to spend it to help others so that you can become richer and richer,” Chen Lili echoed.

The waiters nearby were already dumbfounded, their faces full of envy.

Wen Chan said in a serious tone, "As expected of Mr. Chen, his vision is truly grand. In that case, how about we donate again..."

"Cough cough cough."

Chen Bo coughed a few times, pressed his lips to his mouth, and turned his head to give Wen Chan a look that said it was time to stop while he was ahead.

Stop teasing people all the time, or you'll drive them away.

Wen Chan pursed her lips, suppressing a laugh, and picked up her teacup: "I'm not very good at speaking, Mr. Chen, please bear with me. You said you're going to Hainan to do real estate, when are you going?"

Chen Shuangping secretly breathed a sigh of relief, picked up his glass, and reluctantly clinked glasses with her: "Of course, as soon as possible. That's how business is; you can't drag things out. Zheng, don't you think so?"

“That makes sense,” Chen Bozheng nodded. He glanced at Chen Lili as she was about to light a cigarette, his gaze subtle. Chen Lili’s movement froze in mid-air. She lowered her head and listlessly took the cigarette down. Only then did Chen Bozheng look away. “However, one must be cautious when doing business. Hainan is quite complicated now. Will you have someone to take care of you if you go there?”

Chen Shuangping waved his hand: "Of course. If I didn't have connections, I wouldn't dare to plunge into that area. A friend of mine gave me some inside information. There's a piece of land there worth over 20 million. As long as we get the permits, we can make millions by reselling it. I have that kind of money on hand, but my expenses have been too high lately, and I don't have enough. I need to get someone to transfer it from Thailand, which will take some time. But opportunities don't wait for anyone, so I thought, Zheng, it's fate that we're grandfather and grandson. You're in real estate, and so am I. Why don't we partner up and get this land?"

Chen Bo was stroking the rim of the rough pottery teacup when he thought for a moment, "How big is the chip on your side?"

Chen Shuangping said, "It's not a big deal, just a shortfall of five million."

Wen Chan couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Chen, isn't five million a lot?"

Chen Shuangping smiled elegantly and said, "Five million is a huge sum for others, and they may not be able to earn that much money in their entire lives. But for A-Zheng, is it really such a difficult thing?"

He turned his head to Chen Bozheng and said, "Azheng, if you can't come up with this money, you can come up with a little less, and I'll count it as your share."

Chen Bo hesitated, his hand resting on his knee, "Isn't this a bit inappropriate? Wouldn't I be taking advantage of you?"

Chen Shuangping sighed, "You silly child, you're my only grandson, and Lili is my only granddaughter. If I don't help you, who will? When you become successful and rich, you can help your cousin too."

“Yes, Zheng Ge, my grandpa said you will definitely be very successful in the future,” Chen Lili blinked. “My grandpa rarely thinks so highly of someone. In fact, many people wanted to cooperate with my grandpa on this business, but my grandpa didn’t even consider them.”

Chen Bozheng's face showed a look of gratitude.

Then he decisively shook his head: "I'm really sorry, I don't have any money on me right now."

Chen Shuangping's pupils contracted. He gave a dry laugh, took a sip of tea to cover his embarrassment, and then several thoughts raced through his mind before he looked up: "A-Zheng, are you kidding me? You're broke?"

"He really has no money left."

Wen Chan said, "He gave me all his money."

Chen Shuangping looked at Chen Bozheng in disbelief, his expression as if he had seen a ghost. "You gave the money to your wife?"

"Yes, that's right." Chen Bozheng nodded. "Is there a problem?"

This is a huge problem.

Chen Shuangping seriously doubted whether Chen Bozheng was a normal man. What man would give his wife the money to manage after earning millions?

Let alone millions, even hundreds of thousands, very few people would be willing to do it.

After all, it's completely different when money is in your own hands versus when it's in someone else's.

He had investigated Chen Bozheng and knew that he was very upright in his relationships with women, but he never expected that he could go to such lengths.

Chen Shuangping looked at Wen Chan, "Grand-niece-in-law..."

“Hey,” Wen Chan raised her hand, making a pause gesture, “I’m planning to use A-Zheng’s money to invest in stocks in the US, so you don’t need to try to persuade me to change my mind.”