nucmednet Chapter 848: Are You Stupid?
Chapter 848: Are You Stupid?
Teng Zijing laughed heartily and admitted frankly, "Exactly. We won't leave until we're drunk tonight. I've already arranged a room upstairs, so Mr. Jiang, feel free to drink as much as you want."
The doubt on Jiang Chengyu's face still persisted. Seeing this, Jiang Shuo got down from Teng Zijing's arms, walked over to sit next to him, and explained to Jiang Chengyu in a clear and logical manner:
“Little Daddy, when you were still asleep, that guy Al Robuk was a frequent visitor here.
Many officials had millions of dollars to help Al Robuk, so when Al Robuk was arrested,
Many officials, including Jin Baiwan and the boxers he hired, were dug out, arrested, and the place was sealed off."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Chengyu looked at Teng Zijing with a more inquiring look. He calculated the time with his fingers and couldn't help but sneered:
"Master Jing really has a long-term vision and never misses any business opportunity. Not long after the seizure, you've already spotted the acquisition. I admire your courage."
After saying that, he actually gave Teng Zijing a thumbs up. There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone, but also a hint of recognition.
Teng Zijing picked up his teacup and clinked it with his, a gleam in his eyes: "Business opportunities are always hidden in the storm.
Mr. Jiang, try this tea, it's Mingqian Longjing, picked before the rain this year, and it tastes really good."
Jiang Chengyu and Teng Zijing looked at each other, and as if they had a tacit understanding, they raised their teacups at the same time, and the rims of the cups made a crisp sound when they touched each other.
The two of them tilted their wrists slightly, and the amber tea slid down the rim of the cup into their throats. The fragrance of the tea spread on the tip of their tongues, and the aftertaste was long.
Teng Zijing put down the teacup, and gently stroked the rim of the cup with his fingertips. He caught a trace of the past from Jiang Chengyu's words.
Then he asked, "From what Mr. Jiang said, it seems that he is very familiar with Longan Taikang?"
Jiang Chengyu's gaze fell on the dining table, and a layer of mist appeared between his brows, as if he had penetrated time and returned to the green but passionate years a few years ago.
His fingertips tapped unconsciously on the table, and he spoke slowly, his voice a bit hoarse after settling down:
"Song Shijie, the former president of Zidong International, is familiar to you, right? He once had a son named Song Ziheng, who relied on his family background to act tyrannically and would not tolerate even the slightest grain of sand in his eyes.
Later, he learned that Mu Xiaoji was the son of Mr. Song's first love, and Song Shijie wanted to take Xiaoji back to the Song family.
Song Ziheng, however, saw this as a provocation, believing Xiaoji to be a thorn in his side who was out to steal the family fortune, and he had to get rid of him as soon as possible.
He paused, and the strength of his fingertips unconsciously increased: "I happened to be next to Xiaoji at the time. Song Ziheng tried several times but failed, so he turned to ask Jin Baiwan of Longan Taikang for help.
Jin Baiwan has some influence in the underworld and has a group of underground boxers under his command who specialize in shady activities.
They took advantage of me going to sell Jianxi for Xiaoji and kidnapped Xiaoji and Mu's mother in the park.
He threatened me to go to an underground boxing ring and fight five games in a row, and I had to win every one of them."
Jiang Chengyu curled his lips in self-deprecation: "I was too young at that time, full of drive but not knowing how to hide my shortcomings.
He easily believed Jin Baiwan and thought that if he won the game, he could rescue Xiaoji and Mu's mother.
So he tried his best to help Jin Baiwan win all the games, but he had no intention of fulfilling his promise and refused to tell the whereabouts of Xiaoji and his mother.
Later, Song Shijie reacted quickly and guessed that they would not take the people out of the Song family's sphere of influence, so he found the tied-up mother and son in his own warehouse.
During those two days, in order to find them, I went in and out of Longan Taikang several times, and I was really familiar with every corner of this place."
Teng Zijing's hand holding the teacup paused slightly, his eyes filled with shock. He put down the cup and looked at Jiang Chengyu solemnly:
"So Mr. Jiang has this kind of experience. The bond between life and death, no wonder he looks at you two with such eyes,
There's always a tacit understanding that no one else can break. This kind of friendship, where one's life is entrusted to another, is a beautiful story!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the private room was gently pushed open, and several maids in cheongsams came in one after another, holding carved trays in their hands and placing dishes one by one on the table.
Iced Australian lobster is bright red and tempting, steamed star anchovies are shimmering, there's also amber-colored braised sea cucumber in abalone sauce, and crispy pigeon coated in gold powder...
The whole round table was covered with sumptuous dishes, which were so colorful, fragrant and delicious that it was a feast for the eyes.
The leading maid maintained a professional smile and bowed slightly, saying, "Everyone, the dishes are all served. Please enjoy."
After saying that, he led the others out of the private room and closed the door behind him.
Upon seeing this, Teng Zijing's expression disappeared and became more enthusiastic.
He reached out and took a bottle of white wine in a blue and white porcelain bottle from the wine rack next to him. When he unscrewed the bottle cap, the mellow aroma of the wine instantly filled the air.
He filled the glass in front of Jiang Chengyu, poured himself another, and raised his glass, saying, "Let's not talk about the past. Mr. Jiang, I toast you a glass for our fate of 'no fight, no acquaintance'."
Jiang Chengyu raised his hand to clink glasses with him, and the glasses made a crisp sound when they hit each other. They both tilted their heads back and drank it all in one gulp. The spicy wine slid down their throats and ignited a warmth in their stomachs.
On the other side, Deng Zhouyi saw Jiang Shuo busy fiddling with the cutlery, so he smiled and used his serving chopsticks to pick up a lobster and put it into his bowl:
"Jiang Shuo, try this. It's Xingteng Restaurant's signature chilled lobster. The meat is very fresh."
Jiang Shuo looked up and smiled at him, then waved his hand: "Thank you, Assistant Deng. I can do it myself."
After saying that, he picked up the special shrimp peeling tool and focused on dealing with the lobster in the bowl. He seemed to be oblivious to the conversation between Jiang Chengyu and Teng Zijing, and was only immersed in the delicious food in front of him.
After three rounds of drinks, half of the dishes on the table had been tasted, and the atmosphere in the private room gradually became warmer as a few glasses of white wine were consumed.
Teng Zijing put down his chopsticks, wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin, and looked directly at Jiang Chengyu with the sharpness that is unique to businessmen.
He asked directly, "On the phone, Mr. Jiang said he wanted to give me a piece of the cake? Is that what he meant?"
Jiang Chengyu smiled knowingly upon hearing this and nodded slowly, "Yes.
It seems that Jing Ye is never confused when he should be sober, but when he doesn’t want to pay attention, he is a complete mess. Haha…”
After that, he raised his glass and the two of them clinked glasses again, the white wine in the glass collided and produced fine foam.
The food tasted warm and smooth as it entered the throat, slowly flowing down the esophagus and spreading a mellow warmth in the stomach.
Teng Zijing put down his wine glass, a hint of anticipation flashed in his eyes, and his tone was a bit teasing:
"Thanks to Mr. Jiang's favor, I've worked up a good appetite. I just wonder how big a piece of cake Mr. Jiang plans to give me?"
Jiang Chengyu picked up a piece of crispy green vegetables with chopsticks and chewed it slowly. After swallowing it, he uttered a few words concisely: "The entire Haikou area is given to you."
"Clang-"
When Teng Zijing heard this, he was struck by lightning, and the calmness on his face froze instantly.
He couldn't even hold the chopsticks holding a piece of braised pork firmly, and they fell on the smooth table with a "plop", splashing a small stain of sauce.
He stared at Jiang Chengyu in a daze, as if he had not heard clearly what was said, and it took him a while to find his voice.
Teng Zijing glanced at Jiang Chengyu with disbelief in his eyes, as if he was looking at an idiot.
He stuttered and asked, "You...you are not kidding, right? You know, the Haikou area is the core plot with the highest gold content in the entire project, and the location advantage is unique.
Whether it is commercial development or cultural tourism planning, it has immeasurable potential. Jiang Chengyu, you actually said you want to give me this land?
Humph...are you kidding me? You don't seem stupid, do you? Will Mr. Song agree?"
Jiang Chengyu still kept smiling, eating his food slowly and nodding: "No, I'm serious. But..."
"I knew it wasn't that simple!" Teng Zijing interrupted him immediately, as if relieved, or as if he had expected it, and hurriedly asked, "But what?"
Jiang Chengyu put down his chopsticks, picked up the teacup and took a sip to dilute the smell of alcohol in his mouth, then raised his eyes and looked at Teng Zijing.
A bright smile appeared on his face, but his tone was full of unquestionable confidence: "But you have to make an offer. As long as I am satisfied, we can make a deal on the spot."
As soon as the words fell, the private room fell silent, with only the faint sound of Jiang Shuo concentrating on peeling shrimps.
Teng Zijing looked into Jiang Chengyu's deep eyes and knew that he was not joking. He couldn't help but make calculations in his mind.
He knew the value of the Haikou area better than anyone else. Jiang Chengyu suddenly threw out such a big bait, and the price behind it was probably not low.
Upon hearing this, Teng Zijing put down his wine glass, his eyes brightened, and he responded with the decisiveness and generosity of a businessman:
"Since President Jiang is so forthright and willing to share this piece of fat meat in Haikou with me, I naturally cannot be stingy.
I know the assessed value of this land - according to the latest market benchmark, this 120 mu of coastal comprehensive land,
The starting price is 580 million yuan per mu, which brings the total price to 6.96 million yuan. I'll give you triple the transfer fee, which comes to 20.88 billion yuan. This is genuine sincerity."
He paused, tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, and continued: "Not only that,
As long as the commercial complex and high-end cultural and tourism projects developed on this land start to make profits in the future, I will give you 30% of the net profit dividend every year.
You know, the locational value of the Haikou area is there. A conservative estimate is that the annual net profit will exceed 8 million within five years, and it will only be higher in the future."
Jiang Chengyu listened to this set of specific numbers, and the smile on his face became brighter. He picked up the teacup and shook it gently, jokingly saying:
"You've already paid me three times the land fee, and you're going to share 30% of the dividends in the future. Calculating this order, your initial investment will have to increase to at least 40 billion.
You're going to take nearly 30% of the profits later on. Isn't this clearly giving up profits? Are you stupid?"
Teng Zijing put a toothpick in his mouth, leaned back in his chair and smiled casually: "We are the same, can't we be stupid together?
If you are willing to offer this piece of land that can lay golden eggs to me and I just take it at the market price, it would seem that I have no vision.
Besides, the future operation of the project will rely heavily on Zidong International's resources, so in the long run, this deal won't be a loss."
Jiang Chengyu looked at the honesty in his eyes, smiled and raised his glass: "Okay, as you say."
The two men clinked their glasses together, and the crisp sound sealed the multi-billion dollar collaboration.
Jiang Shuo, who was beside him, was happily chewing a braised prawn with sauce on the corners of his mouth. Upon hearing that the two had reached an agreement, he smiled vaguely and said,
"Big Brother, Little Daddy, seeing that you two can work together to achieve a win-win situation, and your decision to save Big Brother at the entrance of the Four Seasons Hotel, it seems that my bet was right!"
Teng Zijing's expression changed instantly, and he sternly rebuked: "Jiang Shuo, this kind of thing is enough to do once.
If something like this happens again, don't act impulsively. Remember, your life is more precious than anyone else's, okay?"
Jiang Chengyu took a tissue, his eyes full of love, looking at Jiang Shuo's childish smile, reached out to help Jiang Shuo wipe the sauce from the corner of his mouth, and said softly:
"Master Jing is right. If you are so impulsive next time, even if little daddy is a skilled doctor, without this hand, it will be difficult to save the patient."
As he spoke, he shook his disabled right hand in front of Jiang Shuo.
Jiang Shuo nodded vigorously, stuffed the last piece of lobster meat into his mouth, and said vaguely: "I know, little daddy, big brother, I will do things according to my ability in the future."
Jiang Chengyu said comfortedly: "Let's go home! It's past ten o'clock, grandpa and grandma must be worried!"
Teng Zijing stood up and said, "We originally arranged a room, but since we're worried about Mr. Song, let's stop here today!"
After saying this, Teng Zijing personally escorted the two of them to the door. He watched Jiang Shuo being led by Jiang Chengyu's hand into the car before turning to Deng Zhouyi and saying,
"Notify the finance department to transfer the 20.88 billion transfer fee to Zidong International's public account tomorrow morning, noting it is the advance payment for the Haikou land plot."
The neon lights outside the car window passed by, Jiang Shuo leaned back in his seat and yawned. Jiang Chengyu touched his head, knowing clearly,
This cooperation may seem like Teng Zijing is making concessions, but in fact, both of them have calculated the long-term interests.
The development of the Haikou area requires Fengteng International's commercial operation experience, while Zidong International can use it to revitalize surrounding supporting projects. The so-called "win-win" has always been a tacit understanding of each party getting what they need.