Financial freedom starts with smiling at life

Chapter 380 The best tonic for women is a young, handsome man.
Yang Mi originally wanted to explain to Jiang Beicheng that she gave up bidding because she saw Xiang Tai raise her paddle.

Otherwise, I would definitely have taken Jiangbei City's calligraphy tonight.

Give Jiangbei City the greatest respect.

But before she could finish speaking, Jiang Beicheng's comment, "Let's lie down and talk," made her laugh.

They surely understood the profound meaning behind "lying down and chatting".

"Mr. Jiang, please go ahead with your work. See you in a bit," Yang Mi said with a smile, not wanting to disturb Jiang Beicheng's reception of guests.

He went back to his hotel room first, sat down, and sent his room number to Jiang Beicheng.

The Shangcheng Charity Gala partnered with the Shanqian Songpin Hotel, which mainly offers single-level villas, duplex villas, and detached villas. Yang Mi stayed in a quiet detached villa.

When she checked into the hotel yesterday, she specifically changed to the room type arranged for her by the organizers.

This would make it easier for me to have a secret rendezvous with President Jiang.

When Jiang Beicheng saw the room number sent by Yang Mi, he smiled. When Yang Mi wasn't playing hard to get, she was quite sensible.

He put away his phone and went to have tea with Mrs. Xiang, Jackie Chan, and other guests from Hong Kong.

Whether it's Jackie Chan, Mrs. Heung, or other forces in the Hong Kong entertainment industry, Jiang Beicheng takes it all in stride, treating it as normal social interaction.

If there are business dealings or collaborations, that would be the icing on the cake.

He wouldn't deliberately flatter or fawn. Having just established himself as a rising star in the Chinese entertainment industry, he was full of vigor and high-class, and doing such things would be beneath him.

Of course, with his wealth and connections, he wouldn't need to do these things.

When they arrived at the teahouse, Jiang Beicheng waved to Wu Wen, "Let's have some tea together."

Wu Wen instantly understood what he meant; President Jiang wanted her to connect with some people in Hong Kong's entertainment industry.

Hong Kong is recognized as a fashion capital in Asia and even the world. Its open social environment gives it an advantage over mainland cities in the fashion industry.

Wu Wen wants to take the position of "fashion icon" and expand beyond Asia, and Hong Kong is a must-win location.

He smiled and nodded, then followed Jiang Beicheng to the teahouse for tea.

"Mr. Wu is very impressive. I have attended many banquets, but the format, content, and venue setup of tonight's banquet are all very unique. You have shown me a rising star in the fashion industry," Mrs. Xiang praised.

Wu Wen humbly replied, "You flatter me too much. I am able to take the first steps and get things done thanks to the encouragement of my investor, Mr. Jiang."

Both of them were being polite to Jiang Beicheng out of respect.

Jiang Beicheng smiled and took his seat.

"President Jiang's charitable plan is too ambitious and far exceeds the capabilities of us artists. We can only donate some money to support President Jiang and the cause of public welfare," Jackie Chan said as he poured tea for Jiang Beicheng.

He told the truth.

The Jiang Baba Charity Foundation's public welfare projects are not just about simple donations of money and goods, but about mobilizing social resources to change certain social structures.

Jiang Beicheng is so young, yet his vision and thinking are so grand, which has impressed the veterans in the entertainment industry.

Jiang Beicheng sipped his tea and said, "Brother Jackie Chan, have you forgotten what I said on stage? Charity knows no bounds and doesn't need to be quantified."

Just do your own role well and do what you do best.

Mrs. Xiang smiled and said, "What we do best is indeed donating money."

"President Jiang, I'd like to donate a little more."

She has personally donated three million today.

The original intention was to give President Jiang some face during the charity auction.

Unexpectedly, Wan Yingying participated in the auction.

After the auction ended, the video played on the big screen made Mrs. Xiang feel that donating three million was not enough to save face for President Jiang.

Mr. Jiang's connections and influence in mainland China extend far beyond just one entertainment company.

She shares a similar mindset with Jiang Beicheng, making friends normally with entrepreneurs and businessmen from the mainland.

If a suitable opportunity arises, both parties can try to cooperate.

Jiang Beicheng smiled and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Mrs. Xiang."

Mrs. Xiang directly asked Shen Jun, Jiang Beicheng's secretary, for the account of the "Father Jiang's Charity Foundation".

After discussing philanthropy, Jiang Beicheng sat and chatted with his friends from Hong Kong for a while.

After finishing their tea, they went to their rooms to rest.

Wu Wen followed Jiang Beicheng the whole way, and Jiang Beicheng asked with a smile, "Ms. Wu, you're not sleepy yet?"

"I feel much better after drinking tea," Wu Wen said with a smile, asking Jiang Beichen, "Does Mr. Jiang think my outfit is sexy today?"

"Sexy, but I'm not in a position to enjoy it," Jiang Beichen joked.

"What a disappointment, Mr. Jiang." Wu Wen pouted and waved goodbye to Jiang Beicheng.

She guessed that Jiang Beicheng had already made plans with a female celebrity tonight.

Female celebrities certainly wouldn't let such an opportunity slip by.

I decided not to disturb President Jiang's good time and left first.

Let's arrange a lunch break another day.

After all the guests had left the banquet hall, Jiang Beicheng made a phone call to Yang Mi.

"I just finished swimming, Mr. Jiang, and I'm about to get a spa treatment. Would you like to come along?" Yang Mi invited Jiang Beicheng to a spa treatment.

Jiang Beicheng said, "I'll give you an oil massage when we get back to your room."

Yang Mi laughed, "Seriously?"

Jiang Beicheng: "Seriously."

"Hahaha, I feel a little shy."

"If you miss this opportunity, you'll never have another one."

Yang Mi flattered, "I am so honored to have President Jiang give me a back massage."

Jiang Beicheng smiled, hung up the phone, and went to the detached villa where she was staying.

Jiang Beicheng still knows the basic techniques.

After all, the videos of the traditional Chinese medicine doctor were so captivating that the ladies couldn't resist them.

When the doorbell rang, Yang Mi, wrapped in a white bath towel, opened the door.

Jiang Beicheng said, "Hello, technician number 666 is happy to serve you."

Yang Mi was momentarily distracted by the scene and was amused by Jiang Beicheng's humor.

Jiang Beicheng said, "If you burst out laughing, the fun is halved."

Yang Mi said slowly, "Let's start again."

I lay down on the bed and waited for Technician Jiang to come to my home.

The atmosphere became relaxed and humorous.

I don't consciously think about what will happen tonight.

Yang Mi felt much less embarrassed. It must be said that President Jiang was quite skilled at flirting.

Jiang Beicheng reached out to remove the bath towel from her body.

Yang Mi smiled and pulled the bath towel: "Technician No. 666, none of the spas I've ever had have had a completely nude treatment."

Jiang Beicheng said, "This is a unique technique that doubles the comfort of being naked."

"If I'm not comfortable, I'll ask for a refund and I'll also file a complaint against you." Yang Mi smiled and let go of her hand.

Jiang Beicheng lifted the bath towel covering her and admired her for a moment.

"Don't you even know where the acupoints are?" Yang Mi questioned when he didn't move.

“I definitely know about acupoints,” Jiang Beicheng said with a smile.

Yang Mi's neck instantly turned red. "Give me a kiss first, my face is red."

He took the initiative to ask Jiang Beicheng for a kiss.

Jiang Beicheng leaned down and kissed Yang Mi's lips.

During the passionate kiss, the blush on her face quickly faded.

Jiang Beicheng applied her usual Bulgarian rose essential oil to her hands and gently pushed it westward along her neck.

After only a few rubs, Yang Mi stared at Jiang Beicheng with wide eyes and said, "I can feel it."

Jiang Beicheng kept her in suspense, saying, "The process needs to be completed."

"You did this on purpose, to get back at me." Yang Mi felt that Jiang Beicheng was retaliating for her earlier tug-of-war.

"I'm a very serious person," Jiang Beicheng said with a smile.

After massaging her breasts, massage her stomach.

Yang Mi experienced a mild physical reaction.

"You're just torturing me," Yang Mi said coquettishly, "President Jiang~"

He called out affectionately, his eyes signaling Jiang Beicheng to proceed to the next step.

Jiang Beicheng took his time, mimicking the rhythm and techniques of the old Chinese medicine doctor, as he cared for her.

Her reaction gradually became stronger.

She curled up and held Jiang Beichen's hand, saying, "I was wrong, President Jiang, I know I was wrong."

Jiangbei City did not stop.

The more she used to enjoy pulling and tugging, the more he now enjoys torturing people.

Yang Mi shook his head and begged for mercy, then hugged Jiang Beicheng's waist and looked up at him with pitiful eyes.

"Is the service alright?" Jiang Beicheng asked with a smile.

"I'm about to suffocate," Yang Mi said, taking a few breaths.

"Turn over, and I'll give you a back massage."

"Please, Mr. Jiang, no, please."

"This time it's serious."

Despite her initial skepticism, Yang Mi ultimately trusted Jiang Beicheng and turned over to have him massage her back.

It was indeed serious at the beginning.

As I pushed her, I ended up lying on her back.

However, it was much easier than torturing her just now.

Jiang Beichen kissed her neck and shoulders. She gently tossed her messy hair, her eyes glazed over, and asked some irrelevant questions, "Mr. Jiang, my figure is better than Liu Yifei's, right?"

Do you feel...better?

Jiang Beicheng flirted, saying, "The most romantic thing tonight is to try all sorts of positions with you."

"Haha~, I believe I can persevere." Yang Mi replied with a smile, supporting Jiang Beicheng's waist.

"Hello sir, your technician number 888 is happy to serve you."

Yang Mi took a shower and, mimicking Jiang Beicheng's earlier demeanor, walked to the bedside and said...

Jiang Beicheng smiled, "Da Mimi is playing a role reversal game."

He reached out and grabbed her waist, saying, "Give me a dragon tendon."

...When the two rested, it was almost dawn.

I slept until the afternoon before getting up to eat.

Yang Mi's complexion is visibly much better today than yesterday.

Jiang Beicheng said, "The best tonic for a woman is a man."

Yang Mi laughed and leaned against Jiang Beicheng's back, tilting her head to kiss his cheek. "Wrong, my best tonic is a young and handsome man like President Jiang."

Jiangbei City: "Let's meet again!"

"Great!" Yang Mi said happily.

They had afternoon tea together, but Yang Mi left without having dinner. She was flying to Shanghai that night to attend a brand event the next day.

When it was time to leave, I was reluctant to go.

Sitting in Jiangbei City's arms, I lingered for a moment, admiring the young man's robust physique.

Jiang Beicheng called Shen Jun and asked him to come to the hotel to pick him up for dinner.

I'll go back tonight and play with the two little ones.

On the way back, I browsed through the news in the entertainment industry.

The reports were mostly about last night's charity event.

They either boasted that the event raised over 200 million yuan, or they boasted about the calligraphy and literary talent of Jiangbei City.

Some literature experts and bloggers even came out to analyze the preface to the banquet.

In short, it all boils down to three words: seconds! seconds! seconds!

With such a large amount of traffic and overwhelmingly positive reviews, following the trend and praising it will generate traffic.

After reading the analyses by several literary bloggers, Jiang Beicheng smiled, thinking that even writers eventually bowed down to money.

On Weibo, everything was peaceful. Jiang Beicheng could guess without even thinking that Wang Gaofei had removed all the trending topics.

His face was full of disdain.

You can't do it either.

If you come out and stir up trouble again, and allow Weibo marketing accounts to smear and attack your brother Jiang at will.

Brother Jiang directly cursed your boss, Cao Guowei.

(End of this chapter)