Financial freedom starts with smiling at life

Chapter 474 You're wronged to sit in my Cullinan

After reviewing the annual financial statements of Beicheng Hotel's Shanghai branch, Jiang Beicheng instructed the executive chef to prepare for the annual meeting and distribute all due payments before New Year's Day.

"Honey, afternoon tea?"

Just as I finished what I was doing, a soft, tingling sound came from the doorway.

Jiang Beicheng was very familiar with this voice.

He slumped back in his chair, saying, "So you're taking your lewdness to me now?"

Zhou Yu smiled, swayed her shapely hips, and walked up to Jiang Beicheng in her high heels. She placed her Hermes Birkin bag on the desk, leaned against it, and shifted her shapely hips a little further onto the desk.

"Can't I, your ex-girlfriend, come and visit you?" Zhou Yu said dismissively.

Whether she's provocative or not, Jiang Beicheng knows best.

She made no attempt to hide her words or actions in front of Jiang Beicheng.

Jiang Beicheng has no physical interest in her now, but that doesn't stop her from continuing to flirt with him.

Sometimes, when women let loose in front of men, they can have a great time by flirting with them.

She has never been a woman who likes to keep things bottled up.

"Where did you get the information?" Jiang Beicheng reached for his teacup, opened the lid and glanced at it. The tea was empty. Zhou Yu naturally took the teacup from his hand and poured him some water.

"Brother Tian told me that you guys went to Sheshan to play ball yesterday," Zhou Yu said truthfully.

Jiang Beicheng raised an eyebrow.

Goodness, Da Lei Zhou is playing the game of cutting ties but maintaining contact!

These ex-boyfriends are still on her friend list.

The way she addresses him is quite interesting. When she was with Mr. Tian, ​​she called him "husband," but now that they've broken up, she calls him "Brother Tian."

interesting.

Zhou Yu brought over a cup of tea and handed it to Jiang Beicheng. Jiang Beicheng took it and joked, "You've hurt your brother Tian's feelings."

Zhou Yu shrugged and said, "If he doesn't take it seriously, I might play along with him for a few more years."

An old man like him is very controlling, and I don't want to be that kind of caged bird.

I don't want to end up being treated as an enemy and ending up with nothing.

Besides, your displays of genuine affection are only temporary.

Jiang Beicheng shook his head and smiled: "My understanding has improved a lot."

"I couldn't have done without the guidance of my ex-boyfriend, Honey."

"Taking revenge on me? After all this time, are you still holding a grudge?"

"No, I was just expressing my respect for you."

"Your verbal skills are getting better and better."

"It wasn't bad before, you know, honey."

"You're really sexy!" Jiang Beichen laughed and patted her shapely buttocks before standing up and saying, "Let's find a place to have afternoon tea."

"I've arranged everything, honey, please."

Da Lei Zhou is indeed doing much better than before. She has multiple businesses in media, pharmaceuticals, and medical aesthetics, and her annual income is no less than that of her former best friend Li Xingying.

He's doing quite well in Shanghai's upper-middle-class circles.

Moreover, their methods are far more sophisticated.

It's not the same old approach of throwing yourself into the arms of a sugar daddy and waiting for their handouts.

Networking with celebrities, building a persona, and organizing mutually beneficial gatherings.

Women can be fun, but for most wealthy men, profit comes first.

Da Lei Zhou's understanding has now reached this level.

Often, it doesn't require any personal investment; it involves setting up a platform for the wealthy so they can profit.

Even if the wealthy men have that kind of need, she will organize parties and make their girls pay for it.

Just like Jiang Beicheng joked, he said that she sometimes acted like a pimp.

The words were harsh.

However, many so-called "big sisters" in the industry play this way.

The young woman below has become a wealthy man, and she is still very grateful to these "older sisters".

Some things do indeed break normal values.

But on the other hand, if someone takes these paths, do you still expect her to be a decent girl?

Just like those borderline live streamers online, if they don't do this kind of work, do you expect them to go back to offline and work honestly?
The more you see, the more you understand.

Jiang Beicheng noticed that Da Lei Zhou was starting to act like a "big sister."

However, in his eyes, she was no different than before; his only assessment of her was that she was "slutty." Nothing else about her caught his eye.

After coming downstairs, Da Lei Zhou pressed the button on his car and unlocked it.

Jiang Beicheng looked at the flashing lights of the Cullinan and smiled, "President Zhou is driving a Cullinan now?"

This confirms what he said.

The Cullinan no longer has any identity attributes.

Internet celebrities, nouveau riche, socialites... everyone has one.

I feel like as long as I have money, I want to get a Cullinan to satisfy my vanity.

To prove my abilities.

“I’ve made a little money, and I need it for social occasions.” Zhou Yu walked over and opened the back door for Jiang Beicheng. “I certainly can’t compare to the aloof and detached President Jiang.”

"President Jiang, please bear with me today and experience my Cullinan."

With those smacking lips, finding someone to chat with for afternoon tea, Da Lei Zhou is quite a good choice.

Jiang Beicheng got into the car with a smile.

I went to Harrods for afternoon tea.

Harrods is a long-established British luxury department store brand. It has opened a private members' club in Shanghai, located in the old Western-style building of Cha Mansion. It also operates on an annual membership model.

Da Lei Zhou is a club member.

I'll bring Jiangbei City over for an English afternoon tea.

"Honey, take a look at the menu." Zhou Yu invited Jiang Beicheng to sit down.

The most distinctive feature of English afternoon tea is its high sugar content.

Jiang Beicheng ordered a cup of Earl Grey tea. The snacks were to Zhou Yu's liking; there were no special requests, and they were fine with whatever he had.

"Very tasteful," Zhou Yu flattered with a smile.

Jiang Beicheng chuckled: "It's still lacking something."

"What do you mean?" Zhou Yu looked at Jiang Beicheng in confusion.

Jiang Beicheng said, "What we in this circle actually dislike the most is foreign seasonings."

Just like this cup of Earl Grey tea, it has lost the purity of tea leaves.

The greatest truths are the simplest; once you reach a certain level, you will return to your true nature.

Tea leaves and people are the same.

Zhou Yu smiled, relieved that Jiang Beicheng had taught her another lesson.

The elements they understand as high-class are actually imported. It's not that imported things are inferior or low-class; on the contrary, in some high-class circles, they are mainstream.

However, people at Jiang Zemin's level in China pursue the most authentic colors of things.

Just like tea leaves, green tea is green tea, black tea is black tea... at most, the difference is between rare and common.

I would never say that it's made with tea as a base and then flavored with bergamot.

Earl Grey tea is not in President Jiang's taste.

Chinese tea is what President Jiang truly appreciates.

"I've learned something new, thank you, Mr. Jiang." Zhou Yu raised his glass to Jiang Beicheng in respect.

Jiang Beicheng joked, "This young man is teachable and has a bright future."

"Should I call him Dad?" Zhou Yu asked, echoing Jiang Beicheng's words.

"Don't you call out enough?"

"Hahaha, honey must have watched the video we filmed."

"I almost forgot about this if you hadn't mentioned it."

Zhou Yu said, "Don't leak this, or my image will be ruined."

Jiang Beicheng smiled, holding his teacup and looking out the window. The environment was quite nice; sitting here and whiling away an afternoon wouldn't be a waste of time.

I used to enjoy taking photos and videos when I was younger, but now I'm indifferent to them.

There's no question of reminiscing about it.

Because women are something he can have at his beck and call.

As long as you nod, they're willing to play any game you want with.

Zhou Yu sipped her tea, mimicking the manners and demeanor of Jiang Beicheng.

She couldn't let go of Jiang Beicheng, mainly because she wanted to prove herself and had a bit of a vengeful mentality, wanting Jiang Beicheng to think more highly of her.

But the main reason is that wealthy men like Jiang Beicheng are too valuable to a socialite like her; they are truly her "teachers."

(End of this chapter)