Financial freedom starts with smiling at life

"Okay, then. Please take good care of us."

Qian Li hung up the phone and headed towards Jiangbei City to report to his supervisor: "Hezhou Capital called; people from the Monetary Authority of Singapore came to provide guidance today..."

Before the voice finished speaking, the phone rang again.

"Ministry of Finance?" Qian Li didn't react immediately. "Okay, I'll come over now."

We'll be there in about twenty minutes.

After hanging up the phone, he looked at Jiang Beicheng and continued, "The people from the Ministry of Finance have gone to the Jiang family's office."

Just as the workday began in the morning, the Financial Regulatory Bureau first came to Hezhou Capital to provide guidance, and then people from the Ministry of Finance visited the Jiang family's office.

It's definitely not something they're doing investigative work.

Qian Li boldly guessed: "Was it the dinner party last night?"

Last night, my eldest son, Jiang Beicheng, went out for a social engagement and had dinner with Mrs. He.

It's likely that the two sides had a pleasant conversation at the dinner table, and Mrs. He was intentionally taking care of Jiang Beicheng.

I made some arrangements after I got back.

"Madam He's favor?" she asked Jiang Beicheng.

Jiang Beicheng smiled and shook his head: "It's not her. She's intentionally downplaying her presence and can easily access the resources of two government systems. It must be her husband."

"plum……"

Although it was highly likely, Qianli still found it hard to believe.

I stood there in shock for quite a while.

Coming to my senses, I glanced at the time. "My flight is at noon. I need to go to the family office now to handle things."

We cannot be impolite and disappoint the Li family.

Jiang Beicheng smiled and nodded.

The family office affairs are handled by the stepmother, and the person who came today is not a high-ranking official from the Ministry of Finance, so there is no need for him to personally greet them.

Ms. Qianli is more than enough to represent him.

As long as both parties understand what's really going on behind the scenes, that's fine.

"About family matters?" Qian Li glanced at the personal belongings that were being packed into boxes.

We definitely can't let President Jiang do these rough jobs.

Shen Jun went out to run errands for Jiang Beicheng, and the housekeeper at home was worried and couldn't touch some of his personal belongings.

"I'll call Yu Nian," Jiang Beichen said. "You go ahead and do your thing."

Qian Li nodded.

She knew Yu Nian; she had met her a few times. The girl was very pretty.

Officially, they are private flight concierges serving Jiangbei City.

But given the eldest son's dissolute nature, Yu Nian is probably already his bed partner.

These little girls are mature for a very young age now; it's no longer the era of passionate struggle and advocating diligence and hard work.

The fact that Yu Nian's eldest son is such a top-tier tycoon and handsome man is the greatest blessing of her life.

If you don't seize the opportunity to turn your life around, then you have a problem with your intelligence.

Besides, they were flight attendants working for private airlines.

"I hope things will be finished before I get back," Qian Li said with a meaningful smile as he left.

Double entendre.

Jiang Beicheng shook his head and smiled.

I really only asked Yu Nian to come and help me pack.

The flight from Singapore to Nairobi, the capital of Kenya, takes fifteen or sixteen hours. It's a long journey, and there's plenty of time for Yu Nian to play games on the plane. Why rush?
This amount of time isn't enough to have a lot of fun.

……

"Mr. Jiang!"

Yu Nian received the call and rushed over from the hotel.

Their entire crew came here a few days ago and haven't left. After applying for an international flight to Kenya today, they will fly with Jiang Beicheng to Nairobi.

Ever since watching the video of Rupert Hoogewerf visiting a luxury home in Jiangbei before the Lunar New Year, Yu Nian has changed her form of address, no longer calling him "President Jiang" but "Mr. Jiang".

The title "Mr." sounds more international. Of course, I also have a personal preference for using "Mr." because it sounds more friendly.

What if you keep calling out and your wish comes true?
He's a young billionaire with a net worth of 50 billion.

The little girl has many little thoughts.

Today I came in dressed in a "Hepburn" style: a white turtleneck sweater, paired with a red high-waisted A-line skirt and a pair of low-cut loafers.

He was wearing a wide-brimmed hat in a nude color.

Simple yet sophisticated.

The makeup was also just right.

It's very eye-catching.

Jiang Beicheng said admiringly, "Hmm~, that's the feeling!"

Yu Nian smiled brightly in an instant.

He took off his hat, walked towards Jiangbei City, and glanced around at the rooms.

"Nobody's here," Jiang Beicheng said. "They've all gone out. We just need someone to pack up their things, so we called you over."

"Mr. Jiang~"

A pair of red lips, accompanied by a warm voice, were imprinted on Jiang Beicheng's face.

Don't rush to pack your things; take this opportunity to get closer to Mr. Jiang.

"Is this your mansion in Singapore?" Yu Nian asked curiously.

This is her first time here; she came from a hotel next to the Presidential Palace.

The high-end apartments next to the Presidential Palace and Orchard Road are undoubtedly very expensive.

This apartment must be worth tens of millions.

However, for Mr. Jiang, whose net worth is 50 billion, it's just a drop in the ocean.

“My father bought it for Ms. Qian,” Jiang Beicheng said truthfully. “Yesterday I went to Sentosa to look at a property. I will live there next time I come here. You will come with me to Singapore, and you will also go there to serve me.”

"You'll have to travel a bit further."

Even if she didn't know that Jiangbei City spent nearly 400 million yuan to buy a seaside villa in Sentosa Bay, a girl who loves to travel would know that Sentosa is an Asian amusement paradise, a place where every inch of land is precious.

If you asked a young girl like her to guess the house prices in that area, she would dare to make a very high guess.

I was secretly pleased.

Suddenly, I felt that this high-end apartment was not worthy of Mr. Jiang. Only the luxury homes in Sentosa, Singapore, were befitting Mr. Jiang's status.

Although Mr. Jiang has not had any in-depth communication with her yet, it is common for them to be affectionate and touch each other during the voyage.

She even knelt down to serve Mr. Jiang in the sleeping cabin of the business jet.

On the last flight of the year, Mr. Jiang gave her a generous personal year-end bonus.

She felt that Mr. Jiang was hinting to her to be more proactive.

He just said he'd go to his mansion in Sentosa to serve him next time; that's a clear indication of his intentions.

Being able to spark a passionate connection with Mr. Jiang in that kind of mansion would be a happy thing, even something to be proud of.

You know, some of her friends accompany their sugar daddies to stay in luxury hotels costing tens of thousands of yuan a night, and then post nine-grid photos to show off.

My vanity isn't as low as theirs.

But then again, the wealthy clients I serve are still the most impressive.

"I am willing to serve Mr. Jiang like a dog or a horse," Yu Nian said with a happy smile.

Jiang Beichen patted her bottom and teased her, "You know how to use idioms."

"Hahaha, I'm a top student."

Yu Nian got up to pack her things. "I need to take care of some important business first."

"I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up on time," Jiang Beicheng said, getting up.

It wasn't Yu Nian who woke him up when it was almost lunchtime; instead, a video call from China woke him up.

The call came from his mother-in-law, Zhou Ya.

(End of this chapter)