Free Web NovelChapter 32: Chapter 22: BMW Brother Feng Yuan, Big Shot Brother Cheng
The man hesitated for a moment, then finally gritted his teeth. "Fine. I’ll just make the call. You can do the talking yourself in a bit."
He took his phone out of his pocket, dialed a number, and put it on speaker so everyone in the private room could hear.
There was no custom ringback tone, just the standard ringing sound.
Just a second before the call was about to automatically disconnect, it was answered. An annoyed man’s voice came from the other end. "Feng Yuan, didn’t I tell you not to call me unless it’s important? I’m busy!"
"Hey, Big Shot, I was the one who asked Feng Yuan to call you."
He licked his lips and said immediately, "It’s like this. Feng Yuan said he made a fortune following you. I was just wondering if you could let me in on it, too."
He scratched his head in embarrassment after he finished. "I’m supposed to be getting married soon, but we couldn’t agree on the betrothal gift, so I don’t even know when the wedding will be. I just want to earn some money to finally marry my bride-to-be."
The man on the phone scoffed. "Who do you think I am, some small-time shop owner? You think I have to take you on just because you ask?"
He then ’graciously’ explained, "Back when I took Feng Yuan on, it was because I saw that never-give-up attitude in him. Even with only 100,000, he invested with me without a second thought. You want me to guide you? How much capital can you even play with?"
"500,000."
The man chuckled lightly. "Is 500,000 a lot?"
’Looks like it was a good thing Feng Yuan went to this class reunion. In just a short while, he’s already found someone with 500,000 in savings.’
Feng Yuan, as if he couldn’t listen anymore, pleaded, "Brother Cheng, please just help my buddy out. Things aren’t easy for him."
Brother Cheng sighed. "My friend, it’s not that I don’t want to do you a favor. Things are different now. 500,000 is truly not enough to make a splash."
The man glanced around and saw that many people’s eyes were filled with eagerness. He spoke with renewed confidence, "Brother Cheng, while I only have 500,000 myself, I have classmates. If you’re willing to take us on, we can pull together at least 4 million."
At 500,000 per person, they would only need eight people to reach 4 million.
’Easy peasy!’
Brother Cheng challenged, "And you can speak for all your classmates?"
’He couldn’t actually guarantee that. The only reason he had spoken with such conviction was because he was desperate to make money.’
Ever since the negotiations for the betrothal gift fell through, he hadn’t slept a wink. He even dreamed about making money; it was becoming an obsessive-compulsive reaction.
For the sake of making money, he made a split-second decision and said, "Yes!"
Brother Cheng sounded unimpressed. "Alright, then. Transfer the 4 million over first so I can see your capabilities."
The man licked his lips and turned to his classmates for support. "Everyone, what’s the verdict? Are we doing this or not?"
"I’d like to seize this opportunity too, but I don’t have the cash on hand right now. I’ll have to pass this chance on to other classmates who need it more."
"There are almost fifty of us. If we all chip in, it comes out to less than 100,000 per person."
"They always say investments are risky. What if the money just goes down the drain? I’m counting on this money to have a good New Year."
"I have 800,000. The money..."
Before the man could finish, Jiang Li, who couldn’t watch any longer, cut in, "Aren’t you guys even a little suspicious this could be a pig-butchering scam? If you want to invest, my husband owns an investment firm. I can have him help you out."
’As the saying goes, saving a life earns more merit than building a seven-story pagoda. I guess this counts as accumulating good karma for my family.’
Guo Yao pounced as if she had caught her in a mistake. "No wonder you have money for designer bags. I bet you’re embezzling company funds."
Jiang Li’s face turned cold. "Your mouth is for eating, not for spewing shit."
"PFFT—"
A mouthful of soup sprayed from Zhong Mufeng’s mouth, and she immediately started coughing.
Jiang Li was a flurry of activity, pouring water and grabbing tissues.
Meeting Jiang Li’s concerned gaze, Zhong Mufeng explained, "Don’t worry. I’ve had professional training. I don’t usually laugh."
A fond look appeared on Jiang Li’s face. "That’s right. Unless you can’t help it."
Zhong Mufeng chuckled. "Glad you know. No need to point it out."
Let me ask you, what do you do when you have a best friend who just gets you?
You go drinking, of course!
White liquor, beer, red wine—the main event was drinking until they dropped.
But in the state the two of them were in, if no one else was there, they’d probably sleep until the end of time.
The door to the room opened once again. Zhao Sinian, dressed in a navy-blue suit and carrying a bag, walked straight toward Jiang Li. "Xiao Li, don’t be angry anymore. I was wrong. I should have been on your side."
