349: Chapter 349: One Hundred Million in Hand 349: Chapter 349: One Hundred Million in Hand There is a type of woman who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside, like Zhang Xiaoxi.
The first time Tangyu met her, he felt she was rather distant, as if she was rejecting others from a thousand miles away.
But once you get to know her, you’ll feel that she’s actually pretty warm.
Then there’s the type who is cold both outside and inside, like Huangfu Jing, and another, Song Qingyu.
No matter how well you know them, they’re still very cold.
After finishing his work, Tangyu didn’t have the cheek to stay and disturb Huangfu Jing and Zhang Xiaoxi’s conversation, so he directly took his leave and returned to the company.
Upon entering the company, Tangyu bumped into Liu Shanshan.
Seeing Tangyu, Liu Shanshan’s face showed a hint of embarrassment and said, “Tangyu, did I say anything out of line to you the night I got drunk?
How come, when I woke up, I felt that Sister Xinxin’s gaze was quite strange?
Did I go crazy from the alcohol?”
“Well, you did go a bit crazy from the drink, but it’s okay.
It only took me half an hour to coax you to sleep,” Tangyu casually told a little lie.
“Oh,” Liu Shanshan’s face turned even redder, and it was a while before she said, “By the way, Sister Xinxin was looking for you just now.”
“Oh, then I should go see Sister Xinxin,” Tangyu nodded and watched Tangyu’s departing figure, and Liu Shanshan showed a bitter smile on her face.
As soon as Tangyu entered Zhao Xinxin’s office, Zhao Xinxin greeted him with a smile, “Busy man, I thought you wouldn’t return to the company today.
You spend even less time here than me.
I’m thinking maybe I should step down and let you take this position; it’s more suitable for you.”
“Haha, Sister Xinxin, are you implying you want to marry me by saying that?” Tangyu also joked.
Zhao Xinxin rolled her eyes at Tangyu unamusedly, “Dream on, Dali Group’s funds have been fully transferred.
This is the contract prepared for Huangfu Jing, and there’s a billion in this card for you to give to Huangfu Jing.
Regarding the contract, our people have already been in touch with Huangfu Jing’s agent, who will handle it entirely.
Since you’re familiar with Huangfu Jing, I’m handing this task over to you.”
“A billion?” Tangyu frowned slightly; he asked for only ninety million, yet Dali Group had given a billion.
“Yes, I was also puzzled.
We clearly agreed on ninety million.
I had even planned to pocket the remaining ten million myself, not expecting Dali Group to send an extra ten million.
Haha, it’s an unusual occurrence indeed.
But who cares, not having to shell out that ten million ourselves is a good thing,” said Zhao Xinxin.
“Yes,” Tangyu nodded, naturally understanding Zhou Hequan’s intentions.
This was an indirect way of pleasing him, hinting that he should keep those things safe.
Such small gestures made Tangyu feel quite cherished.
Tangyu was like that—if someone showed him respect, he would return it.
He was typically one to respond positively to gentle approaches rather than forceful ones.
After leaving Zhao Xinxin’s office, Tangyu smirked and shook his head.
A billion was in his hands, and he had successfully become a billionaire.
However, with Fang Yishui’s financial support, he didn’t need this money for the time being.
But money, after all, is something one can never have too much of.
It would be necessary for Fang Yishui and the others to expand their territory and establish their business empire.
As soon as Tangyu returned to his office area, the place livened up.
Everyone greeted Tangyu warmly and enthusiastically, and Tangyu responded to each one.
“Brother Yu, what a rare visitor!
Come and have a seat,” Wang Dazhuang said, grinning from ear to ear.
Tangyu unapologetically kicked him right away.
Tangyu’s status in the company was indeed somewhat extraordinary.
To say he was an employee, you would never find such an…
ahem, uncommitted one, who virtually never showed up at the office.
Yet, his contributions to the company were immensely respected.
Moreover, Tangyu’s personal charm made everyone hold him in high esteem.
So, it wouldn’t be a stretch to say that, aside from Liu Shanshan, Tangyu was probably the most popular person in the company.
Take, for instance, the project for Dali’s new product, which would greatly increase the annual bonuses and earnings for everyone.
And all this was brought about by Tangyu, hence everyone naturally liked him.
“Hehe, Tangyu bro, don’t be shy, feel free to dig in.
Today, it looks like I can’t avoid your teases or dodge your jests.
You are my God of Wealth now.
If I don’t take good care of you, how can that be right?” Wang Dazhuang said, his tone laced with mischief.
Tangyu couldn’t be bothered with him but before he could relax, another headache approached.
He saw Li Xiang jogging up to his side.
The young girl looked at Tangyu as if he were a toy she was sizing up.
Her hands were behind her back, obviously hiding something.
“Tangyu bro,” Li Xiang called out to Tangyu, imitating Wang Dazhuang’s manner.
For some reason, Tangyu felt a bit reluctant around Li Xiang and always found her presence vexing.
“Uh, is there something you need?”
Pouting, Li Xiang replied with a hint of unhappiness, “Can’t I come over and talk to you if there’s nothing wrong?
Do you dislike me that much?” As soon as she spoke, she looked as though she was about to cry.
Tangyu really couldn’t handle it and hurriedly said, “No, that’s not what I meant.”
“Hehe, I knew you didn’t mean that.
Here, this is for you.” Li Xiang’s mood quickly changed as she broke into a smile, her expression shifting as fast as an actor in a Beijing opera.
When Li Xiang handed him a lunch box, Tangyu was perplexed.
What was this supposed to be?
From the side, Wang Dazhuang watched, his taunting chuckle barely concealed.
If anyone could make Tangyu feel helpless and embarrassed, it was undoubtedly the young girl Li Xiang.
Everyone in the office knew this girl had a crush on Tangyu and was earnestly trying to win him over.
Even Li Jie had no idea how to deal with his younger sister, so he just let her be.
In fact, Li Xiang was quite well-liked in the office.
It wasn’t only because she was pretty, but also because she was young and cute.
Everyone treated her as they would their own little sister.
Seeing a young girl’s first awakening to love, doing anything for it, invariably brought a smile to people’s faces.
“Wow, a lovey-dovey lunch box,” Wang Dazhuang exclaimed mockingly.
Though Tangyu had no idea what was inside the box, hearing Wang Dazhuang call it a “lovey-dovey lunch box,” he immediately got the hint and could only offer a wry smile.
What was he supposed to do now?
If he refused, Tangyu really feared that Li Xiang might burst into tears.
Looking at Li Xiang’s eager expression, Tangyu felt a pinch of reluctance and had no choice but to accept it.
“Hurry up and look, I spent several hours making it.
You should eat it now,” urged Li Xiang.
“Uh, I just had breakfast not long ago,” Tangyu said.
“How could that be?
It’s already eleven o’clock.
You had breakfast this late?” Li Xiang doubted as she glanced at her phone.
“Yeah, I got up pretty late,” Tangyu said.
“That’s impossible, you’re lying to me.
I get up very early every day,” Li Xiang protested.
“Alright, I’ll have it for lunch then,” Tangyu conceded.
“No way, I’m eating it now.” Li Xiang said, persistent.
If Tangyu didn’t agree now, her tears were guaranteed to start flowing.
Girls who cry easily always leave men feeling helpless.
Tangyu looked at Wang Dazhuang with pleading eyes, but the guy just gloated and pretended not to see.
Tangyu looked around but couldn’t find Li Jie, and at that moment, he felt completely unsupported.
Li Xiang’s eyes were wide, brimming with unshed tears.
“This is the first time I’ve made a lunch box for someone, even my brother has never had this privilege—”
“Uh, I’ll eat it.” Tangyu had no choice but to agree, or she would definitely end up in floods of tears.
Sigh, it was just that Tangyu really couldn’t bear to see a girl cry; whenever a girl cried, he was sure to go soft.
Tangyu couldn’t care less about what was inside at this point, nor whether it tasted good or not.
Since he didn’t have much of an appetite anyway, he just gobbled down the love-filled lunch box.
Everyone in the office witnessed this scene and couldn’t help but snicker.
“Hehe, how is it, tastes good, right?” Li Xiang asked, delighted.
“Yeah.” Tangyu nodded nonchalantly, but inside he was thinking, Just kill me already, what on earth is this taste?
“Then I’ll make one for you every single day.” Li Xiang said.
Thump—
Tangyu’s legs gave out, and he fell to the ground.
The office erupted into laughter, and Tangyu fled, mortified.
It seemed like coming to the office was no longer an easy option.
As he left the company, Tangyu was pondering where to go next, when a call came in.
Surprisingly, it was from Fang Yishui.
He answered, “Hello Fang Yishui, why are you calling me?”
“Hehe, Master, I haven’t seen you for a few days at the morning practice, have you forgotten about me?” Fang Yishui said.
“Oh, I’ve been kind of busy lately, so I haven’t been going to morning practice.” Tangyu explained.
Indeed, he hadn’t gone for three or four days, no wonder the girl was calling.
“You really are a busy person.
I wonder if the busy you have any time today?” Fang Yishui asked.
“Today, I should have some.” Tangyu replied, uncertain.
“Here’s the thing, my grandfather insists that I invite you to my house for dinner today.
He said if I can’t get you to come, I’m not allowed to have lunch.
What should I do, Master?
You’re available now, right?
Please come to my house for lunch, or else I’ll be starving, and you wouldn’t want to see me hungry, right?” Fang Yishui pleaded.
“Why would that be?
There’s plenty of food outside.”
“I have no money on me.”
“Borrow some.”
“Can’t.”
“Then I’ll treat you to lunch.”
“No, I don’t like eating out.
I prefer eating at home.”
“Alright then, I’ll come to your place for lunch.
Where are you now?” Tangyu eventually gave in.
After all, Elder Fang had made a request before, and this time he had requested again; it would be inappropriate not to go.
“Hehe, where are you?
I’ll come pick you up in my car,” said Fang Yishui.
Tangyu gave her the address, then left the building.
About ten minutes later, a red Mercedes stopped in front of him, and the car window rolled down.
Fang Yishui, behind the wheel of the luxury car, appeared quite different, leaving Tangyu looking at her with new respect.
“Get in, Master,” Fang Yishui said with a smile.
Tangyu quietly withdrew his gaze and got into the car.
“Is it really your grandfather who’s inviting me to dinner?” Tangyu looked at Fang Yishui and asked.
“Of course, why would I lie about that?” Fang Yishui rolled her eyes at Tangyu.
“That’s good to know.
I was afraid I might be foolishly tricked by you.
If you were tricking me to go out to eat, I’d accept that, but if you were tricking me to go back to your house, what would that mean?
I’m not someone to be taken lightly, you know.
So, it’s better to ask and be sure,” Tangyu said.
“…
I’m dizzy.
What’s there to trick about you anyway?
Am I sick or something?
It’s just a meal, and you have so many questions,” Fang Yishui complained.
Tangyu looked at Fang Yishui seriously and said in a very professional tone, “Based on my twenty-plus years of medical experience, you’re not sick.”
Fang Yishui was briefly taken aback, not catching on at first.
It took her a moment to grasp his meaning, and then she glared at him irritably, “You’re the one who’s not sick.
No, actually, you are sick.”