Financial freedom starts with smiling at life

Chapter 388 Mengde's Story
Jiang Beicheng intentionally tried to bridge the gap between himself and his former superior at the dinner table.

He was Wei Ye's comrade-in-arms in the capital.

He held an important position in the military region before his retirement.

The level is self-evident.

It's estimated that many of the current military leaders are soldiers he trained back then.

Getting to know this former leader further broadened Jiangbei City's social circle.

He has acquaintances in the military, government, and business sectors.

When he mentioned Li Xiancheng, Wan Yingying... these disciples from the compound, the old leader immediately remembered them.

“When I first retired, I lived in a retirement home. The ancestors of some of the friends you mentioned were neighbors. I even worked with Wan Yingying’s grandfather,” the old leader said. “Later, I went back home to retire.”

"The people in the northern part of the city have a wide social circle; they know so many children of high-ranking officials."

Jiang Beicheng said, "Many of them are leaders in the business world, and I learn from them."

The old leader nodded: "Now, many second and third-generation members of these families are entering central and state-owned enterprises."

But to be honest, you're too modest. From what I know, many second- and third-generation rich kids aren't as capable as you.

Jiang Beicheng raised his glass in a toast: "In order to live up to the old leader's praise, I will continue to work hard."

"Hahaha, contact me next time you go to Beijing." The old commander patted Jiang Beicheng's arm and said, "Didn't I just tell you? You're a celebrity among the veterans of the Sino-Vietnamese War."

Let's find an opportunity in Beijing and invite some of our older colleagues to get together.

"I will definitely report to the old commander." Jiang Beicheng readily downed his drink.

While staring at Jiang Beicheng, Master Wei shook his head, marveling at the young man's social skills.

He's much better than he was when he was younger.

The main problem was that he made a fortune back then, failed to recognize his own status, took the role of a businessman too seriously, and lived in his own comfort zone.

If I had gone to Beijing earlier and reconnected with my old comrade-in-arms, I would be a legitimate national representative now.

Jiang Beicheng estimates that it won't be long before he'll be able to sit in the Great Hall of the People for a meeting.

"Brothers from Beicheng, let's have a drink together," said Master Wei, raising his glass.

Jiang Beicheng smiled and raised his glass to greet him.

After finishing his drink, Master Wei said, "You have a lot of influence in Jiangnan City now, and you can say that you can command a lot of people, but many friends still have a lot of opinions about you."

Jiangnan City has a rich history and culture of the Gelaohui (a secret society), so our circle is also known as the Jianghu (江湖, a term referring to the martial arts world or the underworld). We politely refer to each other as friends from the Jianghu.

In official terms, we call them organized social forces.

If this power can be used for one's own benefit, and used well, it will make everything twice as effective.

Conversely, if used improperly, it may lead one astray.

I took the wrong path back then, but there's no going back.

The only consolation is that I was once a prominent figure.

I've also spoken to those friends who gossiped about you in private, asking them to give me face and not stand against the Beicheng brothers.

They'll all be at the birthday party. Come over, and Brother Wei will put on a show for you.

Jiang Beicheng stared at Master Wei in shock.

He knew that some business owners in the entertainment industry didn't like him in private, but whenever he mobilized social forces to do something, these business owners would still stand up for him and give him face and cooperate.

It turns out that Master Wei had made arrangements behind the scenes.

It is estimated that many business owners in various industries in Jiangnan City have benefited from Master Wei's kindness.

Otherwise, he would be known as a "local tyrant".

But what did Master Wei mean by saying he'd set up a stage for him to perform?
It sounds a bit like the election of a leader in Hong Kong movies from the last century.

Jiang Beicheng smiled.

He wasn't interested in any of these things.

He simply makes friends; he has friends from all walks of life.

He felt that this friend was worth having, whether it was his character, shared interests, or even friendship based on mutual benefit; he welcomed him with open arms.

It's just a difference between "deep friendship" and "shallow friendship".

As for titles like "local emperor" or "manager," he didn't care about them at all.

He still prefers the title of "Outstanding Young Entrepreneur".

"Master Wei, I will definitely be there for your birthday," Jiang Beicheng readily agreed.

Master Wei smiled and nodded.

I greatly admire Jiangbei City. No one else is more suitable than Jiangbei City to lead the social forces of Jiangnan City.

I had a great chat with two elders tonight, and we drank a bit too much.

Jiang Beicheng has a decent alcohol tolerance, but compared to the old chief and Master Wei, he's still a complete novice.

I lay down beforehand.

The old commander and Uncle Wei, two old comrades-in-arms, met and talked about their deep affection until very late.

After finishing his drinks, the old leader rested at Master Wei's villa.

"When Brother Beicheng wakes up in a little while, take him to his room to rest. If he wants to go back, please see him off for me," Master Wei instructed Miao Zhi.

Miao Zhi smiled and nodded.

When Jiang Beicheng woke up, Miao Zhi was sitting next to him, staring at him with a smile.

It startled him.

"Such a big reaction, are you afraid I'll eat you?" Miao Zhi joked, looking Jiang Beicheng up and down again. "He really is handsome!"
Why did I like older men when I was young?

Jiang Beicheng chuckled, "That shows my sister-in-law is sensible from a young age."

"Hahaha, Beicheng is so funny," Miaozhi laughed. "Sleeping upstairs, or..."

“I’ll send a message to my secretary, and she’ll come pick me up,” Jiang Beichen said.

Both Master Wei and the old chief have gone to rest. He and Miao Zhi had also drunk quite a bit that night. Miao Zhi's eyes were practically glaring at him now. It wouldn't be good if any misunderstandings arose if they stayed here.

My sister-in-law is still beautiful, but she is not worth the risk my brother has taken.

In his heart, Master Wei and the old commander were far more important than any woman.

Miao Zhi chuckled to herself; the timid little brother in front of her was kind of cute.

"Let's exchange contact information, Brother Beicheng. I'm currently managing Master Wei's business, and I hope we can have the opportunity to cooperate," Miao Zhi said proactively.

Jiang Beicheng joked, "Then I should address you as President Miao."

"You're being too polite, Brother Beicheng. It's more comfortable for your wife to hear this."

Jiang Beicheng added her as a friend on WeChat for work purposes to avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings.

A moment later, Shen Jun arrived.

As he entered the house to help Jiang Beicheng, his gaze unconsciously swept over Miao Zhi.

Miao Zhi followed and saw them out, saying, "Brother Beicheng, get some rest."

Jiang Beicheng smiled and nodded.

When I got home, I vomited before I even got to the bathroom.

Shen Jun served him.

After he finished vomiting, I went to the bedroom to get his pajamas and a bath towel, and then I rubbed his back and washed his body.

After taking a shower, Jiang Beichen lay down on the sofa and drank some hot water to calm himself down.

After tidying up, Shen Jun sat down next to him. "Are you feeling any better?"

Jiang Beichen lay in Shen Jun's arms: "I'm a little hungry, Aunt Shen."

"Where are you hungry?" Shen Jun asked with a doting smile.

Jiang Beicheng thought that today, Miao Zhi, that mature woman, had aroused his desire for Meng De, and he wanted to vent it on her.

"I'm hungry," Jiang Beicheng said honestly.

I drank too much and threw up. As soon as I became a little more clear-headed, I felt a strong sense of hunger.

Shen Jun laughed, realizing he had misunderstood.

"The chef and the housekeeper are both on break. I'll go to the kitchen to see what ingredients they have and get you something to eat," Shen Jun said.

He got up and went to the kitchen, glanced at the refrigerator, and prepared to make a bowl of seafood noodles for Jiangbei City.

She randomly picked up a chopstick and used it to tie up her long hair that had fallen over her shoulder.

They got busy in the kitchen quickly.

After Jiang Beicheng finished lighting a cigarette, he went to the kitchen to check on Aunt Shen.

With a smile on his face.

Shen Jun was operating the high-powered stove commonly used by chefs when he noticed Jiang Beicheng's smile. "What are you laughing at?"

Jiang Beicheng teased, "The mature woman has transformed into a beautiful cook today."

(End of this chapter)