“What did you say?” Yu Jiu and Chen Tao were both startled, and immediately began sizing up Zheng Chuan seriously.
“You two are well-informed. Don’t tell me you haven’t heard about the newly appointed Secretary Zheng?” Zheng Chuan said calmly.
“The reason I have these clients is because I have inside information. I know Secretary Zheng brought in a project—building a small commodity city in response to the development of e-commerce.”
“It’s to support individual merchants and create a commodity hub similar to Yiwu.”
“My high-quality clients are exactly these merchant associations. They need startup capital.”
“Are you telling the truth?” Chen Tao looked at Zheng Chuan uncertainly. The aura of a privileged second-generation on Zheng Chuan was just too strong—it had both of them fooled.
“This information hasn’t spread yet. Yu Jiu, don’t you have contacts in government agencies? Just make a call and you’ll know.”
Yu Jiu’s expression kept changing. He took out his phone and stepped outside.
Zheng Chuan was overjoyed inwardly. He had absolutely no relation to the leader surnamed Zheng. They just happened to share the same surname. But the leader indeed brought in a related project, which was expected to launch in a few days. His guess had hit the mark.
Sure enough, a moment later Yu Jiu returned with a flattering smile on his face, “Oh dear, Young Master Zheng, I didn’t recognize you just now.”
“You’ve confirmed it?” Zheng Chuan smiled slightly.
“It’s confirmed. I truly apologize if I offended you earlier.” Yu Jiu was extremely respectful, smiling obsequiously. “Since it’s backed by Young Master Zheng, then there’s no problem at all.”
“I’m also honored to have this connection with you, Young Master Zheng. From now on in Tianhai, I’ll rely on your support.”
“Of course, of course. I’ll call my uncle sometime so we can all have a meal together,” Zheng Chuan put down his cup. “Boss Yu, your tea is pretty good.”
“I also have a tin of good tea to give you, Boss Yu.”
As he spoke, Zheng Chuan took out a tin of tea and placed it on the table.
The packaging was simple, wrapped in good-quality tea paper. Yu Jiu’s eyes instantly locked on the red “Special Supply” marking on the label, and he straightened up respectfully. “Thank you, Young Master Zheng. I won’t be polite, then.”
“How many clients do you have? I’ll have our finance department calculate it and transfer your referral fees right away.”
Without changing his expression, Zheng Chuan placed a slip of paper with a bank account number on the table.
“The first batch is 300 people. Considering your cash flow situation, Boss Yu, a loan amount of 30,000 to 50,000 yuan per person is fine.”
Yu Jiu understood immediately and instructed the finance team to wire the money. He praised, “Thank you for thinking about me, Young Master Zheng. I have over 20 million yuan in my account right now.”
“As long as the clients show up, I’ll release all the funds.”
“Then thank you, Boss Yu. I have a few people who need special priority. Approve their loans first. The rest will arrive this afternoon,” Zheng Chuan smiled slightly. Visit novelping dot com for the full chapter.
After Zheng Chuan left, Chen Tao hurriedly asked, “Brother-in-law, is he really connected to Secretary Zheng?”
“Can’t be fake. I made the call just now. Someone from the city confirmed there’s indeed such a project, and even asked me where I got the news,” Yu Jiu couldn’t hide the excitement on his face.
“No matter how tough we act normally, in the eyes of those in power, we’re just street thugs.”
“Now that we’ve got a line to Zheng Chuan, we’ve tied ourselves to the new leader. Heh, what does Shen Nan have to compete with me now?”
“Congrats, Brother-in-law. I’ll go make preparations. As soon as his people arrive, I’ll release the funds.”
“Go ahead. Don’t leave a single cent in the account—loan it all out. Increase the interest to 2.5%. Also, think of a way to get another 10 million yuan ready in the account.”
“We need to show our strength so that Young Master Zheng will think highly of us.”
“Brother Chuan, we really don’t need to repay this money?” Ah Fei looked at the 300,000 yuan in the account, still in disbelief.
“No need. Just come to me if anything happens,” Zheng Chuan waved his hand. “Use the money to build your business.”
“And I won’t take any cut from your company. Just treat it as me investing in your auto repair business.”
“Thank you, Brother Chuan. I’ll definitely work hard!” Ah Fei laughed like a pig squealing—Boss Yu was such a good person.
That afternoon, several hundred people rushed to Fugui Lending for loans.
Business at Fugui Lending suddenly multiplied.
Yu Jiu was grinning ear to ear. In just one afternoon, he had loaned out all 20 million yuan from the account.
He even called Zheng Chuan and confidently said that with his financial strength, more capital would come in within two days.
“I trust your capabilities, Boss Yu. My uncle is also pleased with this. Keep up the good work,” Zheng Chuan continued bluffing over the phone.
“Please reassure Secretary Zheng that I’ll always follow his lead,” Yu Jiu was overjoyed.
He had connected with a high-ranking leader—how could he not be thrilled?
After hanging up, Zheng Chuan laughed smugly.
He had overestimated Yu Jiu’s intelligence. Human nature really was easy to manipulate.
Yu Jiu really wasn’t a bad guy after all. Zheng Chuan was grinning uncontrollably.
He was even a little curious to see Yu Jiu’s face when he learned the truth.
“Zheng Chuan, why are you grinning like an idiot at your phone?” At that moment, Shen Li walked over.
“Shen Li, you’re here?” Zheng Chuan was pleasantly surprised. He quickly checked her arm. “How’s your injury? Any better?”
“Much better. It’s basically fine now,” Shen Li said. “Come on, I’m treating you to a meal today.”
“Really, there’s no need to be so polite,” Zheng Chuan chuckled sheepishly.
“I have to. You saved my life, after all,” Shen Li said earnestly.
They went to a high-end Western restaurant in Tianhai, located in a skyscraper across from Ruyi Lake.
From there, they had a panoramic view of the entire lake—the scenery was stunning.
“You didn’t have to go all out. Just a casual place would’ve been fine,” Zheng Chuan rubbed his hands, but didn’t hold back at all when ordering.
Sirloin steak, grilled cod, and Shen Li’s favorite tiramisu.
“Sir, would you like your steak medium or medium-well?” the tall waitress asked politely, though her attitude carried an air of superiority.
“Well-done,” Zheng Chuan answered without hesitation.
“I’m sorry, but we only do up to medium-well,” the waitress replied with a disdainful look, as if ordering a well-done steak was something to be ashamed of.
“My friend has a weak stomach and can’t eat anything raw,” Zheng Chuan closed the menu. “If your chef can’t do it, I’ll teach him how.”
“Also, your English translations on the menu are all wrong. If you want to be high-end, at least get the menu right.”
The waitress’s face turned red and purple from embarrassment. She realized she’d run into someone she couldn’t mess with and quickly retreated with the menu.
“Zheng Chuan, you’re really something. This is the first time I’ve seen someone order a well-done steak in a Western restaurant,” Shen Li’s eyes sparkled as she looked at him.
She felt Zheng Chuan was truly genuine.
“Normal people. A lot of folks think eating well-done steak is uncultured, but Chinese ancestors always cooked their food thoroughly.”
“Eating raw is something only uncivilized savages did.”
Shen Li laughed behind her hand. “What you said makes a lot of sense.”
“By the way, why did you save me that day?”