Regent Hotel.
Zhang Jingjing was eating a small Korean-style grilled sausage.
"That scared me to death. He almost heard us."
"Isn’t this the kind of thrill you like?" Wang Haichen said.
"Not like this. We can’t play like this again."
Pouting playfully, Zhang Jingjing lay back down.
"Brother Ming, didn’t you want a turn? You go first."
Wang Haichen said, looking at Pan Yongbin, who was sitting to the side.
The three of them had gone to a bar that night. Wang Haichen had secretly told Zhang Jingjing his idea, but she had refused. In the end, they came up with a compromise: let Pan Yongbin join in.
This way, the problem was solved, and the risk of exposure was eliminated.
"Then I won’t be polite."
"Brother Ming, I just lit my cigarette. How are you already done?"
"That actually got me a little excited. I’ll go again later."
About ten minutes later, the two had finished their "battle."
A master’s duel is always brief and to the point.
Zhang Jingjing went to the bathroom to shower. She was in pretty good shape, not even breaking a sweat.
Pan Yongbin and Wang Haichen sat in chairs, smoking.
"While we have time, let’s tell her about what we discussed at noon," Pan Yongbin said.
Wang Haichen nodded, his gaze drifting toward the bathroom.
"That’s enough. Hurry up and come out, we need to talk to you."
"I’ll be right out."
A few minutes later, Zhang Jingjing emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel.
"What is it?"
"The guy waiting for you at the entrance when you left the company today—your boyfriend knows him?" Wang Haichen asked, crossing his legs.
"You mean Lin Jiang? They’re childhood friends. Grew up together."
Zhang Jingjing looked at Wang Haichen, her expression unconcerned. "Why are you suddenly asking about this?"
"Lin Jiang opened a noodle shop. You know about that, right?"
"I know. We went there for lunch. The food was really good."
Zhang Jingjing didn’t hide anything. She sat on the bed, applying a face mask as she spoke.
"Why are you bringing this up? Do you two know each other?"
"Heh..." Wang Haichen sneered. "Not only do we know each other, but we’re also enemies."
"Huh?"
Zhang Jingjing’s expression changed. "It can’t be that much of a coincidence, can it?"
"It is." Wang Haichen flicked his cigarette ash and looked at Zhang Jingjing. "Do you want to buy a house in Zhonghai?"
"Of course I do." Zhang Jingjing looked at Wang Haichen excitedly. "Are you going to buy me a house in Zhonghai?"
"I can buy you one, but on one condition."
Zhang Jingjing knew there was no such thing as a free lunch.
"Tell me. What’s the condition?"
"Your boyfriend is close to him. I need you to use that relationship to get his recipe for me."
"Oh, that. Don’t even get me started," Zhang Jingjing said.
"At the noodle shop this afternoon, I tried to get him to ask for the recipe so we could open our own shop. But he refused. Said it would be like asking his brother for money. I was so mad I could have died! What a fucking idiot."
"The guy really is a stubborn son of a bitch!"
"Tell me about it. I was about to explode."
"Calm down first. We can’t give up, even if that’s the case."
After a moment of silence, Wang Haichen continued.
"Didn’t you say he’s crazy in love with you? Talk to him again, sweeten the deal a little. He’ll definitely help. As long as you get the recipe, I’ll buy you a house in Zhonghai and give you a promotion."
"Really?!"
Zhang Jingjing’s eyes lit up.
"Of course. I’m a man of my word."
Zhang Jingjing fell silent, her eyes darting around thoughtfully.
’Even if Wang Haichen hadn’t said anything, I was already planning to keep pushing Zhou Jingliang to ask for the recipe.’
’If I can get that recipe, I’m guaranteed to make money. An opportunity this good is right in front of me; there’s no reason to give up.’
"It’s a deal then. I’ll go back tomorrow and talk to him about it."
「The next morning」
Lin Jiang was still half-asleep when Zhou Jingliang got up.
"Where’s the fire?"
"I’m not like you. I have to work today."
Zhou Jingliang said as he got dressed, "You go back to sleep."
"Alright."
Lin Jiang rolled over and went back to sleep, not getting up until after ten.
After leaving the club, he went to his office at Berkeley and summoned Yang Tao’s group of three, as well as He Siyao.
His little pet, He Jing, had dutifully prepared tea.
[Pet #1: He Jing]
[Hunger: 35%]
[Status: Good]
’No wonder the acceleration effect felt weaker when I was ’working’ with Jiang Xiaoqi. Turns out my pet was hungry.’
’But damn, it’s only been a few days. Aren’t you getting hungry a little too fast?’
Seeing that Lin Jiang had guests, He Jing didn’t linger and left.
"Brother Jiang, Uncle He is watching over the factory. Production hasn’t stopped, but the monthly profit is only a hundred-thousand-something yuan. That’s not even as good as our noodle shop."
Yang Tao said,
"Yesterday we visited a few of the villages down the road. Over sixty percent of the cattle farmers have signed contracts with Yong’an. As for Mu Xing, we only signed a contract with one village. All the cattle they raise are sent to Mu Xing."
"And it’s not just Red Star Town. Many cattle farmers in several other nearby counties also send their cattle to them. The only remaining sources are scattered channels, and they aren’t near Zhonghai."
The men all looked at Lin Jiang, unsure of what to say next.
In their eyes, this business had no real profit. They didn’t understand why Lin Jiang was doing it.
"How much beef does the shop go through in a day right now?"
"About 130 pounds," Yang Tao said.
Lin Jiang did a quick calculation. If the other two shops opened, even with a slight impact on customer traffic, they would conservatively need over 300 pounds of beef. If he opened even more branches and a barbecue restaurant, the required quantity would be hard to estimate.
’Time to start preparing now.’
"I remember there’s an empty plot of land at the factory. Have Uncle He find someone to clear it out so we can raise cattle there."
The four of them remained silent, listening.
Lin Jiang fiddled with his computer, printed out the feed formula for the Wagyu beef, and handed the feed portion to Yang Tao.
"Buy everything on this list in the specified quantities. The faster, the better."
"Brother Jiang, is this for feed?"
"Yes. From now on, we’ll use this to feed the cattle."
Seeing the feed list, it finally dawned on them.
’So this feed is Brother Jiang’s real trump card.’
"Got it. I’ll get on it right away."
Lin Jiang nodded, and Yang Tao’s group of three left.
He Siyao lingered behind and stood before Lin Jiang.
"Is there anything else you need me to do?" she asked.
"Have some tea first. We can talk slowly."
"Okay."
He Siyao sat down, casually slipping off her shoes and resting her small, stocking-clad feet on a stool.
"Just having some tea, and you’re already trying to stir up trouble, aren’t you?"
"Hehe. Master, do you like what you see?"
"Not bad."
Lin Jiang gave He Siyao a slap on the butt and said,
"Your uncle will be in charge of the factory. His salary will be doubled. Go ahead and pass that on to Uncle He."
"Huh? Isn’t that a bit much? Maybe you should let Xiaoyang do it. Yan Ming or Jiachun could do it too," He Siyao said.
"I don’t want people saying I only got it through connections."
"I understand your concern, but the highest education level among those three is elementary school. Do you really think they’re suitable for this?" Lin Jiang said.
"Also, this arrangement has nothing to do with our relationship. Don’t overthink it."
Taking a sip of tea, Lin Jiang continued,
"I’m making this arrangement because Uncle He has run a business before, and he’s been working at Mu Xing for the past few years, so he knows this factory well. Besides, I don’t have any other suitable candidates on hand. For me, this is the best choice."
"I understand. Thank you, Master."
"Also, have Uncle He contact the cattle farmers as soon as possible. Have them sign partnership agreements. As long as the price is right, sign them. We need to expand our base first and lay the foundation for the market," Lin Jiang said, leaning back in his chair.
"Although there are still many other sources, buying from the nearby villages will save a lot on transportation costs, giving us a price advantage."
"Understood. I’ll tell my dad right away."
"Okay, go on."
After He Siyao left, Lin Jiang propped his legs up on his desk and sent the rest of the Chinese medicine formula to Xu Lin.
After finishing his business, he flirted with Xu Lin for a bit before putting his phone away.
’The cars I have aren’t enough. I’ll have to go buy a few more.’
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK—
Just as Lin Jiang was about to leave, there was a knock on his office door.
"Come in."
He Jing pushed the door open and entered.
This time, He Jing wasn’t wearing her jacket, having come in just her white blouse, which stretched tautly across her full chest.
The pants she was wearing earlier had also been swapped for a professional-looking skirt, and her legs were now clad in black stockings, looking plump and alluring.
You had to admit, He Jing was very perceptive.
She knew what to wear and when to wear it.
[Pet #1: He Jing]
[Hunger: 40%]
[Status: Good]
’It was 35% just now, and now it’s 40%. Just how hungry are you?’
"President Lin, I came to clear things away."
As she spoke, her smoldering gaze lingered on Lin Jiang.
"In a little while, Huang Youwei will probably be transferred to the corporate side. Everything at the mall will fall on you. Can you handle it?"
"I can," He Jing said, her face beaming.
"Don’t worry, President Lin. No matter how busy I get, I’ll handle my work properly."
"Are you sure you don’t need me to hire another general manager?"
"Well..."
For a moment, He Jing didn’t know what to say.
’If I say there’s no need, it’s like openly saying I want to monopolize power, which is a major workplace taboo.’
"I’ll follow President Lin’s lead."
’Obedient enough, I guess.’
With that, He Jing walked over to the desk and began to clear away the tea set.
But as she did, she intentionally stuck out her rear.
The movement was a bit exaggerated, causing the hem of her blouse to ride up out of her skirt, revealing the black stockings underneath.
’She’s wearing the high-waisted kind today.’
SMACK!
Lin Jiang raised his hand and gave her a solid slap.
"President Lin~"
He Jing stopped what she was doing but didn’t straighten up. She remained bent over the desk, holding her position.
"What’s the meaning of dressing like this?"
"N-No reason. This is just my normal work attire."
"I see. In that case, when Huang Youwei leaves, I’ll hire another general manager to help share your burden."
"President Lin~ I’m not afraid of hard work..." she cooed.
"How are you not afraid of hard work?"
"Then let me show you right now..."
As she spoke, He Jing knelt before Lin Jiang...
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