sbdcsierra Chapter 550 I still prefer you when you were a playboy!
Chapter 550 I still prefer you when you were a playboy!
"Yuemin, you're underestimating Li Yuanchao."
Luo Yun shook her head. "That might be one reason, but it's not the whole story. He has other intentions too."
"What's the purpose?"
“I heard that Li Yuanchao has recently been trying to sell a ‘project’ that Zheng Rong Group has recently invested in to many people.”
Luo Yun lowered her voice, a hint of secret urgency in her eyes.
"He said that private capital is allowed to enter and invest together, with substantial profits. As far as I know, quite a few people have been persuaded by him and have invested money. Preliminary estimates suggest that at least 30 to 40 million yuan has already been invested, and his expected total investment amount... will be over 100 million yuan!"
He paused, then looked at Zhong Yuemin meaningfully:
"The key point is that these investment funds are not currently in the official accounts of Zhengrong Group, but in accounts privately controlled by Li Yuanchao."
"We're having this party today,"
Luo Yun continued,
"Li Yuanchao was not idle. He took this opportunity to promote his project to the bosses present, exaggerating its benefits to the skies, making it seem as if the money... could be picked up by simply bending down."
Zhong Yuemin frowned slightly. This sounded like illegal fundraising, a pig butchering scam, basically a pyramid scheme in the future.
Li Yuanchao is quick-witted and forward-thinking; he came up with such an advanced method.
Luo Yun,
He looked at the woman.
"Are you telling me all this... to tell me that Li Yuanchao plans to make this last big profit and then... run away?"
"Correct!"
Luo Yun nodded vigorously.
"Yuemin, what I said is true. If you don't believe me, with your methods and connections, you can check it yourself. I believe it won't be difficult to verify."
Zhong Yuemin was silent for a moment, then asked in return:
"Why are you telling me all this? If Li Yuanchao falls, it doesn't seem like a good thing for you either."
"Yuemin,"
Luo Yun wore a "righteous and awe-inspiring" expression.
"I just... couldn't bear to see Zhengrong Group's state-owned assets being 'sold off cheaply' and 'swallowed up' by certain people! I just wanted to stand up for justice."
Zhong Yuemin couldn't help but chuckle softly.
Does this woman really think he's a fool?
Selling it at a bargain price?
He chuckled, a hint of mockery on his face, "Essentially, what you and Li Yuanchao have done over the years..."
Is there any difference?
He looked at the woman's expressionless face and felt a bit of admiration; she could lie so easily, and she told them as if they were the truth.
He opened his mouth and said:
"Luo Yun, do you know? Some people always think they are incredibly smart and that everything they do is done without anyone noticing. In fact... their little tricks are not unseen by those above. The more they jump around now, the harder they may fall in the future."
Luo Yun's eyes narrowed slightly as she stared intently at Zhong Yuemin, trying to discern the deeper meaning behind his calm expression...
Zhong Yuemin said no more, turned around, and walked straight toward the car where Zhou Xiaobai was waiting.
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Reaching the car, I opened the door and sat in the passenger seat. My wife started the car and slowly drove away from the hotel.
On the way, Zhou Xiaobai glanced at her husband and asked softly:
"Yuemin, Luo Yun... what did she want from you just now?"
Zhong Yuemin smiled and leaned back in his chair:
"What else could they want? They want to use me as a pawn to deal with Li Yuanchao."
He shook his head.
"Xiaobai, your best friend... is getting more and more skilled at sowing discord and manipulating people."
Zhou Xiaobai sighed softly. She didn't ask about the specifics of their conversation, nor did she want to delve into it.
"I don't know why Luo Yun ended up like this..." Her tone was somewhat complicated.
"What's the point of having so much money? You can't take it with you when you die. She works at Zhengrong Group, does her job properly, and her income and benefits are already better than most people's. Why... can't she be content?"
"Would you complain about having too much money?" Zhong Yuemin asked rhetorically.
"Then what's the point of having so much money?"
Zhou Xiaobai glanced at him, her tone half serious and half teasing.
"Yuemin, to be honest, sometimes I think it would be better if you were still the same carefree, good-for-nothing you used to be, with hardly any money in your pocket. That way, you wouldn't be out there all day... flirting with other women, humph!"
Zhong Yuemin was immediately dumbfounded: "How did this conversation end up involving me?" He turned to the side, casually placing one hand on his wife's firm thigh, and said with a mischievous grin:
"What, you really want me to live off you?"
"Sure, let's eat," Zhou Xiaobai said with a slight smile.
"I can support you... Hey, don't touch me, behave yourself, I'm driving!"
Zhong Yuemin, however, did as he pleased. Not only did he not retract his hand, but he also went further, stealthily reaching upwards along the smooth fabric of the trousers...
"Snapped!"
Zhou Xiaobai freed one hand and precisely slapped away his clutching hand, scolding him playfully:
"Stop messing around! Seriously though, you absolutely mustn't get involved in Luo Yun's messy affairs, you hear me?"
"Don't worry," Zhong Yuemin said seriously, withdrawing his hand.
"I know what's going on. Your best friend is indeed a cunning vixen, but she can't escape the clutches of this old hunter."
"Look how capable you think you are!"
Zhou Xiaobai couldn't help but laugh and scold him, but her worries dissipated a lot because of his confident tone. She had no doubt about her man's abilities and he was definitely not the type to suffer a loss. The car merged into the night traffic and headed home.
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Three days after the banquet, Liu Jianguo called him and warmly invited him to sit down and have a couple of drinks at his bar.
Normally, he would have found an excuse to decline, but Zhang Haiyang had a "mission" assigned to him, which was a good opportunity to make contact, so he agreed and went alone that night.
The bar is located in the west of the city, which is a good location, close to the main road.
At night, you can see the neon sign at the entrance from afar. The colorful light tubes rotate in circles and flash, which is a bit dazzling. It feels like those shady hair salons in later generations.
Pushing open the heavy soundproof door and stepping inside, you'll find a fairly spacious hall on the first floor.
In the very center was the dance floor, surrounded by booths and semi-open private rooms. A huge, rotating spherical light, adorned with tiny mirrors, hung overhead, casting countless shimmering beams of light that spun and danced to the rhythm of the music.
The stereo was turned up very loud, the subwoofer was so loud that the floor was shaking slightly, and the air was filled with a mixture of smells of smoke, alcohol and perfume.
The whole place was basically like a slightly larger dance hall.
Zhong Yuemin stood to one side, his gaze sweeping across the entire hall. Having witnessed the luxurious decorations, psychedelic lighting, high-energy DJs, and young men and women dancing wildly in high-end clubs of later generations, he looked at the scene before him... How to put it... it felt a bit "low," exuding a cheap, rustic vibe typical of rural entertainment venues.