“Really?”
Hearing what dad said, Zhao Jinlong was immediately overjoyed, his chubby face covered with a wide smile.
“Of course, it’s true.”
“That Yang is just a player hired by Huang Dazhong, otherwise, why would he agree to the cooperation so readily?”
Zhao Yueshan stroked his double chin, looking like a strategist, and then glanced at his son disapprovingly before scolding him, “You’re over twenty years old. When encountering issues, can’t you be a bit calmer and hide your feelings better? Ever heard of being shrewd?”
“Dad, I was just too anxious earlier.”
“I will definitely pay attention to it in the future.”
Zhao Jinlong nodded again and again, and then he began to fantasize about Huang Dazhong bringing Huang Qing to their doorstep, and turned to his father to say, “Dad, if Qing comes over in a few days, I want to have her stay the night before signing the cooperation contract!”
“Look at how little ambition you have!”
Zhao Yueshan rolled his eyes, but then thinking about Huang Qing’s curvy figure, he was somewhat tempted himself.
Why don’t I give it a try first?
Zhao Yueshan kept two young mistresses on the side, both in their twenties, but neither could compare to Huang Qing in looks or figure!
After spending over a billion, wouldn’t it be fair for him to have a little fun first?
Zhao Yueshan quietly calculated in his heart, and he actually didn’t think much of his son, who reminded him of a gas tank, but he was the only heir he had.
Zhao Jinlong was the only child in the family, and Zhao Yueshan had already set his sights on the third generation, now simply hoping his son would get married soon and start training the next generation.
In his view, Zhao Jinlong was incapable of taking over his empire, so he could only pin his hopes on his grandson.
“Dad, I won’t marry anyone else, just Qing!”
Zhao Jinlong declared solemnly.
“Got it.”
“Just drive carefully!”
Zhao Yueshan waved his hand impatiently, then looked through the car window at the Huang family’s villa once more, muttering to himself, “Huang Dazhong, Huang Dazhong, you just never give up until you’re at the end of your rope. You want to play the acting game, do you?”
“I want to see just how you’re going to keep up this act!”
Inside the villa.
After seeing off the Zhao father and son, Huang Dazhong went back to the tea table: “Mr. Yang, when would it be convenient to sign the contract?”
Without the contract signed, Huang Dazhong’s anxiety wouldn’t subside.
“Anytime is fine.”
What Huang Dazhong didn’t know was that Yang Hao was even more anxious than him, as signing the contract a day earlier would mean completing the task a day sooner.
This time, the cashback amount was three billion! It was the biggest cashback yet, and Yang Hao took it very seriously.
“Should I have my secretary draft the contract?”
Seeing Yang Hao’s agreement, Huang Dazhong immediately struck while the iron was hot.
“No problem!” Yang Hao nodded.
“Qing, you stay with Mr. Yang for a while, I’m going to make a phone call.”
Huang Dazhong greeted and then took his phone to the study.
“Hao, with your 1.5 billion investment, you could actually ask for more shares.”
Once dad was gone, Huang Qing spoke in a low voice.
From her perspective, Yang Hao’s generous and prompt capital injection was naturally because of her, but the favor was too great, potentially taking a lifetime to repay.
Therefore, her comment was completely from the perspective of Yang Hao’s interests.
“I had a rough understanding of Dazhong Commerce and Trade’s situation yesterday, this price is reasonable.”
“Besides, I’m here to help, not to take advantage of others in their time of need.”
Yang Hao said while looking into Huang Qing’s eyes.
His latter statement caught Huang Qing off guard, as Miss Color was someone who valued loyalty and kindness, and Yang Hao’s words had a sort of domineering CEO vibe, yet were also heartwarming.
“Thank you, Hao,” Huang Qing said with a serious expression of gratitude, and then added, “From today on, I’m your person.”
Upon hearing this, Yang Hao smiled and waved his hand, “This is just a normal business cooperation, there are no strings attached!”
“This…”
Yang Hao’s statement hit Huang Qing’s soft interior, hidden beneath a tough exterior, once again.
She was the kind of person who would repay kindness a hundredfold.
You can imagine Miss Color’s emotional state at that moment.
Just then, the roar of a car engine came from the villa’s courtyard, and a red Ferrari 488 stopped inside.
Following closely, a young man with shoulder-length hair dyed yellow got out of the car and jogged into the house: “Dad, did we finalize the deal with the Zhao family?”
The young man with yellow hair called out to the living room as he changed his shoes in the entryway.
However, he received no response.
When he entered the living room, he saw Huang Qing and Yang Hao sitting by the tea table.
“Sis, you’re back.”
This young man with yellow hair was Huang Qing’s younger brother, named Huang Ji. He was born on an auspicious day, and some master directly gave him the name Huang Ji.
“This is… brother-in-law?”
Huang Ji sized up Yang Hao while asking.
His question wasn’t surprising, as Yang Hao had unconsciously placed his hand on Huang Qing’s thigh while speaking.
Huang Ji noticed this detail at a glance, and thought their relationship was not ordinary.
“My boss, Hao,” Huang Qing introduced sternly.
“Haojue Club and Red Romantic Foot Bath City both belong to him!”
To alleviate her family’s financial crisis, Huang Qing sold the Foot Bath City to Yang Hao and devoted herself to working all out after returning to the Haojue Club.
Therefore, Yang Hao was now a man with ownership in both the club and the foot bath city.
“Nice to meet you, Hao!”
The moment Huang Ji heard the other man was his sister’s boss, he hurriedly greeted him, yet his gaze occasionally shifted to watch Yang Hao’s hand on his sister’s thigh.
He thought, even if he’s the boss, this doesn’t seem like any regular boss!
“Sis, I ran into Zhao Jinlong yesterday, and that guy told me to call him brother-in-law!”
“Are you really going to marry that gas tank??”
Huang Ji walked over to the tea station and sat down to ask.
“Absolutely not!”
Huang Qing denied stoutly.
“I thought as much!”
“Even if our family has declined, you wouldn’t stoop to marry that gas tank!”
Huang Ji breathed a sigh of relief, then asked again, “So, did Dad and Zhao Yueshan come to an agreement?”
“They did not!”
Huang Qing shook her head.
“What?”
“Does that mean we’re still going bankrupt?”
Huang Ji’s pale face displayed a look of utter despair, and then he pointed at the Ferrari 488 parked in the yard, saying, “I asked a friend who sells used cars today; he said I could get about three million for this one right now.”
“That’s just a drop in the bucket!”
Huang Qing rolled her eyes and complained, “If you hadn’t wasted so much of our wealth, we might not be in such a difficult spot right now.”
“Sis, stop stabbing me in the heart!”
Huang Ji sighed, then turned to Yang Hao with a grin, “Mr. Yang, would you be interested in investing in our family company?”
“One hundred million for 50% of the shares!”
Huang Ji recalled his father mentioning he wanted to finance one hundred million using a 50% stake in the company.
*Slap!* Just as he finished speaking, someone slapped him hard on the head.
“What the f*ck!”
“Who is it?”
Huang Ji turned instinctively, ready to curse out loud, but he saw the dark, brooding face of his father.
“Uh, Dad, how come you don’t make a sound when you walk.”
Huang Ji swallowed the curse that had almost escaped his lips.
But Huang Dazhong didn’t bother with his prodigal son; instead, he said to Yang Hao, “Mr. Yang, the contract is on its way, please wait a moment.”
“Hmm!”
Yang Hao nodded, then teased good-humoredly, “Going by Young Master Huang’s words, it seems I’ve overpaid!”
“This spendthrift of mine doesn’t understand business at all!”
“All he does is chase after girls; never anything serious!” Huang Dazhong glared at his son fiercely.
Only after hearing his father’s words did Huang Ji realize his father and Mr. Yang had already come to an agreement, and the price was even higher than what he had suggested.
He scratched his head awkwardly, cursing inwardly: Damn it, I really have no talent for business! But this “brother-in-law” seems pretty awesome. I could cling to his coattails!
About twenty minutes later, a striking woman in her early thirties arrived at the Huang Family villa. She was Huang Dazhong’s secretary and also one of his mistresses kept on the side.
For someone like Huang Dazhong, it was rarer not to have women on the side.
The secretaries of bosses like him were typically insiders.
That’s why there’s a saying, “When there’s work, the secretary does it; when there’s no work, do the secretary.”
And quite a few secretaries didn’t stay on the job for long before going home to be on maternity leave.
In this day and age, as long as you have money, neither women nor children are a problem.
A news report once stated that a boss from Yue province had 9 wives and 32 children!
And that was only the number that had come to light; who knows how many more there were in secret!
After all, the law has clearly stipulated that children born out of wedlock are entitled to the same treatment as those born within marriage.
With legal backing, such scenarios are only bound to increase.
Consequently, the number of single men also increases.
But we Hua Country men have always been clever; if we can’t find wives at home, we look abroad where many foreign women don’t demand a dowry — they’re willing to marry without a house or car.
The cost-performance ratio is off the charts! As a result, the proportion of men marrying from abroad has been increasing in recent years.
There have even emerged numerous transnational marriage agencies, proclaiming the slogan to “combat overpriced under-performance!!”
Yang Hao read through the contract, found no pitfalls, and promptly signed his name.
Then he called his financial team to arrange the transfer.
While Yang Hao’s mobile banking came with super authorization, transactions were capped at twenty million per transaction; for amounts over a hundred million, the financial team still needed to visit the bank.
However, the process did not take very long; within an hour, 150 million had arrived in the Dazhong Commerce and Trade company account.
All was settled.
Huang Dazhong’s suspensions were finally put to rest.
By the time they had finished drinking with Yang Hao, it had grown dark. Huang Qing had deliberately avoided drinking so she could drive Yang Hao later.
Accordingly, Huang Qing took the driver’s seat of the Wenjie M9, while Yang Hao sit in the passenger seat.
“Hao, where to?”
Huang Qing asked, after fastening her seatbelt.
“Binjiang Park.”
Yang Hao listed a location offhand — it was a good spot for car meetups and dancing, a vibe that Yang Hao rather enjoyed.
He’d previously gone with Wang Xueru, but this time he planned to take Miss Color to experience it.