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11:08 am.

The Mercedes-Benz G-Class slowly came to a stop in the spacious parking lot in front of the Wangfu Tea House.

The capital city truly lives up to its reputation as a gathering place for the wealthy.

A Mercedes-Benz G-Class that would be considered prestigious in Jiang Tao's hometown of Ping County would be nothing special in Beijing.

Just in the parking lot in front of this Prince's Tea House,

Looking around, there are seven or eight luxury cars that are even more luxurious than the Mercedes-Benz G-Class.

Among them were a yellow Lamborghini Aventador and a bright red Ferrari whose name Jiang Tao couldn't recall.

And a blue Cullinan was undoubtedly one of the most eye-catching presences on the field.

As the saying goes, comparing goods will lead you to regret it.

I got out of the car and saw so many luxury cars in front of me.

Jiang Tao also felt the urge to buy a new car!
After all, whether it's the Mercedes-Benz GLS driven for the third son, Jiang Bing,

It's still the Mercedes-Benz G-Class that he drives now.

He didn't buy any of them himself.

One was a gift from Du Ennan, and the other was a gift from Du Ennan's father, Du Taiming.

He paid for the 4.2-meter truck and the BAIC EU5 that had been owned by who-knows-how-many people.

"Men also need to be tough on themselves; isn't the point of making money to spend it?"

"I'll treat myself to a car for my birthday this year!"

After pondering for a few moments, Jiang Tao finally strode towards the main entrance of the Wangfu Teahouse.

"Hello sir, welcome to Wangfu Tea House."

"Excuse me... oh, you... you're Mr. Jiang?"

A waitress wearing a well-tailored cheongsam in the style of blue and white porcelain looked surprised when she saw Jiang Tao's face.

"Huh? You know me?"

Jiang Tao looked at the waitress with a puzzled expression on his face.

The girl is about 1.6 meters tall, which is neither tall nor short, and is considered an average height among girls.

She's about a 7 out of 10 in looks; she has a delicate and pretty appearance, giving off a refined and demure vibe.

Looking at the girl in front of him, Jiang Tao couldn't remember who she was for a moment.

"Mr. Jiang, you must have a bad memory. We met during the Spring Festival."

"My name is Wang Xiaobai. I delivered popcorn buckets to you before."

Wang Xiaobai was neither disappointed nor angry that Jiang Tao didn't recognize her; she still greeted him with a smile.

In her mind, Jiang Tao was a discerning and insightful boss.

As a lowly waitress, she could only look up to the other person.

"Oh! It's you! You quit being a salesman and came to Beijing to pursue your dreams?"

Upon hearing Wang Xiaobai introduce himself, Jiang Tao immediately recognized him as the "money-giving boy" who had once brought him wealth.

During the Spring Festival, he and his third brother made nearly 200 million yuan by selling Flying Pig popcorn buckets.

Wang Xiaobai deserves great credit.

Moreover, at this moment, Wang Xiaobai's younger sister, Wang Xiaohong, is dating her nephew, Jiang Shijie.

Therefore, Jiang Tao was much more polite to Wang Xiaobai than he was to other strangers.

"Ahem, yes, it's not easy to find business opportunities, so a friend recommended me to come here."

"Do you have an appointment? Please come in, I'll take you upstairs."

Wang Xiaobai respectfully gestured to Jiang Tao, inviting him to come in.

As Jiang Tao followed Wang Xiaobai, he said:
"Ma Jingsong invited me here; it's a private room at Fengting."

“Okay, Mr. Jiang, please follow me.”

Wang Xiaobai had been working at Wangfu Teahouse for over a month and was quite familiar with the place. He led Jiang Tao upstairs.

As Jiang Tao walked, he curiously surveyed the environment inside the teahouse.

The antique-style teahouse exudes understated luxury.

The rosewood decorations, imitating the furniture of the Ming and Qing dynasties, are oily and shiny; the porcelain pieces on the antique display shelves are exquisite; even the faint sandalwood fragrance in the air...

Jiang Tao rarely drinks tea, and this was his first time visiting such a high-end teahouse.

If it were when I was driving a truck and it was my first time in such a high-class place, I would inevitably feel a little nervous, afraid of making a fool of myself because I didn't know the rules.

Jiang Tao is a completely different person now.

With the rapid growth of his assets, he not only became more confident, but also more resilient!

Wherever you go, do whatever makes you comfortable.

I don't care about rules or regulations, I am the rule!
"Mr. Jiang, this way please."

After Wang Xiaobai led Jiang Tao up to the second floor, they passed through a screen painted with landscape paintings and headed towards a more secluded private room.

Soon, the two walked down a corridor more than twenty meters long and arrived at the door of the Fengting private room.

After Wang Xiaobai gently knocked on the door, a deep male voice came from inside.

"Please come in."

Creak~
Wang Xiaobai gently pushed open the door and gestured for Jiang Tao to enter.

"Mr. Jiang, please come in."

"it is good."

Jiang Tao smiled and nodded before stepping into the private room, where he immediately saw Ma Jingsong, who had stood up to greet him.

Ma Jinsong was clearly dressed up carefully today as well.

He wore a seemingly understated but actually quite expensive dark gray casual suit.

On her exposed wrist was an IWC gold watch.

However, no matter how glamorous his attire was, it couldn't hide the bloodshot eyes and the barely concealed anxiety between his brows.

"President Jiang! You've finally arrived! Please, have a seat!"

The moment Ma Jingsong saw Jiang Tao, a warm and somewhat ingratiating smile immediately appeared on his old face.

"The gold medalist has been waiting for a long time."

Jiang Tao chuckled and teased Ma Jingsong before casually sitting down in the seat opposite him.

His gaze casually swept over the dazzling array of tea sets and several plates of exquisite tea snacks on the table, his expression calm and composed.

"Mr. Jiang, you're joking. I'm just a small lecturer, I can't compare to a big boss like you."

Ma Jinsong had lost the arrogance he displayed when facing Jiang Tao yesterday, and his expression had become extremely respectful.

"This is indeed a good place to have tea. Lecturer Ma, you've gone to great lengths."

Jiang Tao spoke in a very flat tone, revealing no emotion.

"Not at all, Mr. Jiang, it's a huge honor for me, Ma Jingsong, to be honored by your presence!"

As Ma Jingsong spoke, he picked up the small purple clay teapot and, with slightly clumsy movements, poured golden tea into the teacup in front of Jiang Tao.

"This is the best Jin Jun Mei tea from Wangfu Tea House. It is said that only a few kilograms are produced each year. Mr. Jiang, please try it and see if it suits your taste."

"Lecturer Ma, let's be frank and say what we have to say."

Jiang Tao didn't touch his teacup, his gaze fixed on Ma Jingsong, his eyes carrying a subtle sense of intimidation.

Ma Jingsong felt a little uneasy under his gaze, chuckled awkwardly, and sat down, rubbing his hands together uncomfortably.

“Mr. Jiang, I offended you at Black Bull BBQ yesterday. It was my fault.”

Ma Jingsong looked at Jiang Tao and said sincerely:
"After a few drinks, I lost my senses and started talking nonsense. I'm so sorry if I offended you!"

"President Jiang, you are a magnanimous person, please don't hold it against me!"

“These things were already said on the phone, so there’s no need to repeat them.”

"Did Lecturer Ma really just invite me to have tea at Wangfu Tea House today?"

Jiang Tao leaned back in his chair, looking at Ma Jingsong with a playful gaze, and steered him directly to the main topic.

He wasn't familiar with Ma Jingsong, so he didn't have time to waste with him here.

“Mr. Jiang is indeed a man of few words! Then I will speak frankly.” Ma Jingsong’s smile froze for a moment, then he smiled even more enthusiastically, but there was a hint of insincerity beneath the smile.

He leaned forward and lowered his voice, saying:
"I heard you have a very close relationship with Mr. Du Taiming, the general manager of MixC Mall?"

"Old Du?"

Jiang Tao raised an eyebrow: "It's alright. We've met a few times and had a few meals together. His granddaughter is my goddaughter."

really! !
Upon hearing that Du Taiming's granddaughter was Jiang Tao's goddaughter, Ma Jingsong became even more convinced that the company's project was hindered because of him.

Of all people to offend, he offended the godfather of his sugar daddy's granddaughter!
"Mr. Jiang, to be honest!"

Ma Jingsong said with a fawning expression, "Our Action Education has been cooperating with MixC for 5 years. We have always been responsible for the training programs for their middle and senior management personnel."

“The previous five-year term has just expired, and the cooperation during that period was very pleasant. In order to better carry out the next five-year cooperation, we have put a lot of effort into following up, and the plan has been revised several times.”

"We had almost finished negotiating, but for some reason, yesterday President Du's attitude suddenly... became a bit ambiguous."

Ma Jingsong carefully observed Jiang Tao's expression. He said he didn't know what was going on, but he already knew what was happening.

"so what?"

Jiang Tao pretended not to understand, picked up the teacup in front of him, and took a small sip.

I must say, this tea tastes really good; it's obviously not cheap.

Ma Jingsong didn't beat around the bush with Jiang Tao and asked directly:

"President Jiang and President Du have a very close relationship. Could you please put in a good word for us with President Du?"

"As long as our project can proceed smoothly, I, Ma Jingsong, will never forget your great kindness!"

Jiang Tao looked at Ma Jingsong with a playful expression and said with a smile, "Lecturer Ma, we don't seem to be that close yet, do we?"

"Ahem, of course, Mr. Jiang won't let this matter go to waste."

As he spoke, Ma Jingsong held up two fingers and gestured.

"After this is done, I will give you 20 yuan as a tea fee, as an apology!"

Jiang Tao looked at the two fingers he held up, then slowly leaned back, completely disappearing into the chair.

His face was expressionless, except that the corners of his mouth seemed to twitch upwards very slightly.

His expression was like a smile, but it was more like a silent mockery.

The room was so quiet that only the soft gurgling sound of the teapot sitting on the small stove could be heard.

"Thank you for the tea, Lecturer Ma, but I have something to attend to and I must go now."

Jiang Tao stood up without warning, the chair legs scraping against the ground with a slight sound.

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the door of the private room, his movements swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

Tongzi Ge said Ma Jinsong's maximum limit is 200 million.

This old man is trying to fob off a beggar with 20!
"President Jiang, please wait!"

When Ma Jingsong saw that Jiang Tao was about to leave without saying a word, he panicked and quickly got up to try to stop him.

He sprang up from his chair, his knee slamming into the heavy tea tray in his haste, grimacing in pain but ignoring it.

Ma Jingsong almost jogged around the tea plantation and spread his arms to block Jiang Tao's path.

Even at his age, the old horse had beads of sweat on his forehead after running just a few steps.

"President Jiang! President Jiang, please wait! Please wait! Let's talk this out."

Ma Jingsong said anxiously, "We can talk things over! If you're not satisfied with the price, we can discuss it further! Name your price!"

Jiang Tao stopped and looked at Ma Jingsong's old face, which was filled with anxiety, panic, and calculation.

His face was expressionless, and his eyes were so calm it was unsettling.

He was too lazy to waste another word on Ma Jingsong.

He reached directly into his pocket, pulled out his wallet, opened it, and took out two hundred-yuan bills.

"Snapped."

Jiang Tao clapped his hands, slapping two red hundred-yuan bills onto the smooth, shiny chicken-wing wood tea tray beside him.

That vibrant red stood out starkly against the backdrop of dark wood grain and antique teaware.

Ma Jingsong's gaze unconsciously followed the red color, staring intently at the two hundred-yuan bills.

His brows furrowed instantly, and his pupils involuntarily contracted.

two hundred?

What does the person surnamed Jiang mean by this?
Pay him for the tea he just drank?

wrong!

When Ma Jingsong thought of a possibility, his heart tightened immediately!
200!

Could it be that this guy surnamed Jiang is trying to steal 200 million from me?

Why doesn't he just rob it?!

This is no longer a major hemorrhage.

This is practically treating him like a fat sheep to be slaughtered, they're going to cut off one of his legs!

anger!
At that moment, Ma Jinsong was burning with anger, but he dared not show it, his old face turning red with suppressed rage.

Ma Jinsong raised his head, trying to force a smile, but it looked worse than crying, and his voice was dry and trembling:
“Mr. Jiang…isn’t this a bit too much? Our project doesn’t make much profit in total.”

"Then I'm afraid I can't help you. Professor Ma, you guys do your best. I'm not going to keep you company."

After Jiang Tao finished speaking, he casually nudged Ma Jingsong, who was blocking his way.

But when this force was applied to Ma Jinsong, it was a tremendous force for him.

Ma Jingsong stumbled and almost lost his balance before Jiang Tao shoved him aside.

Jiang Tao walked towards the door without looking back.

Ma Jinsong knew that Jiang Tao wasn't trying to put him in any extreme position.

This guy surnamed Jiang really doesn't plan to talk anymore!

Jiang Tao's hand had already grasped the doorknob, and he was about to turn it open.

Ma Jingsong's heart pounded wildly, almost leaping out of his throat.

The MixC project has a five-year term and a total amount of over 20 million!

Furthermore, after one five-year period ends, there will be a second five-year period, and a third five-year period!
If we can't bear to part with this 2 million today, the loss will be more than just the 20 million in fees for the first phase!
For Action Education, a strong and high-quality enterprise like MixC is a gold mine that can bring them a continuous stream of income!
Click~
The sound of the door opening completely shattered Ma Jinsong's mental defenses, and he hurriedly called out:
"Mr. Jiang, please wait! 200! I have 200 for you to use!"

Ma Jinsong practically roared it out; his voice was hoarse and abrupt due to excitement and heartache.

Jiang Tao slowly turned around and finally looked directly at Ma Jingsong, who was panting heavily and had a deathly pale face.

"Professor Ma, what are you saying? 200 what?"

"200 million!"

Every word Ma Jinsong uttered seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Although he felt as if his heart was bleeding, he dared not show it on his face and still had to smile at Jiang Tao.

"If you can help facilitate the training cooperation between Action Education and MixC, I am willing to pay you two million as a service fee!"

"I can pay you half of the deposit today! The rest will be paid in full on the day the contract is signed!"

After hearing Ma Jingsong's words, Jiang Tao slowly withdrew his hand and put it back in his pocket.

A faint, enigmatic smile appeared on his face.

"If Director Ma had agreed so readily earlier, there would have been no need to waste everyone's time."

Seeing that Jiang Tao had agreed, Ma Jingsong finally felt relieved.

A forced smile clung to his gaunt face, but his heart was already bleeding profusely.

Half an hour later, a short but clear agreement was placed on the chicken wing wood tea table.

Jiang Tao quickly glanced through it, felt there were no problems, and then signed his name.

The agreement is signed.

Ma Jingsong took out his phone and, in front of Jiang Tao, transferred a full one million yuan to the account designated by Jiang Tao.

Looking at the "transfer successful" message displayed on my phone screen.

Ma Jingsong felt as if Jiang Tao had ripped a large chunk of his flesh out, the pain piercing his heart. (End of Chapter)