Investment

Wang An looked at Ye Feng and said, "Mr. Ye, rest assured, Yali will definitely receive her commission."

Ye Feng was worried that, since Su Yali was a temporary salesperson, Manager Wang might claim credit for her sale. He admired the self-reliant young woman, so he reminded him, "Manager Wang, I'm friends with your boss, Mr. Qian. I hope you'll keep your word."

After Ye Feng left, Wang An immediately called Qian Zhongwen.

"Mr. Qian, a young man named Ye Feng came to our villa sales center today and bought Villa No. 8. I didn't find out he was your friend until after he paid, so I didn't give him the biggest discount. That was a failure on my part. Please punish me."

"Oh! Brother Ye really does act as swift as the wind and fierce as thunder. We only talked about it yesterday, and he went there today. All right, it wasn't your fault. It's fine; he isn't short of that little bit of money. Has he left? ...Never mind, I'll call him myself."

After hanging up, Wang An wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had nearly offended a great Buddha today. The little scheme he had been harboring was completely extinguished, and he decided to give Su Yali the highest commission rate.

Meanwhile, Ye Feng was just about to leave when he received a call from Qian Zhongwen.

"Haha, Brother Ye, my people told me you bought Villa No. 8 today. You really do make extraordinary moves. That's the king of villas! And thank you for giving me your business, brother."

"Brother Qian, there's no need to be so formal. I should be thanking you for saving me such a good house."

"Brother, do you have time? I'm at the East Lake Golf Course. Interested in coming over to play?"

"Sure, Brother Qian, I'll come over now."

After hanging up, Ye Feng told his parents that he was going out to see a friend. His father and mother drove home, but Ye Lin insisted on coming along to have some fun, so he had no choice but to take her.

"Brother, where are we going? Do I know this friend of yours?" Ye Lin asked question after question like a curious child.

"My friend is at a golf course not far from here. You haven't met him, but you've probably heard his name," Ye Feng said with an odd expression.

"I haven't met him? Who is it?"

"Qian Zhongwen."

"Brother, is it too late for me to get out of the car now?"

"Haha, so even a little girl like you gets scared sometimes! Too late!"

The two arrived at their destination and, after giving Qian Zhongwen's name, were directed to the putting green. When they reached the entrance, A Bao, the muscular man they had met at the Famous Car Collection, was standing guard outside.

"Brother Bao, I'm here to see Brother Qian."

"Mr. Ye, just call me A Bao. Brother Qian is inside with a few friends." With that, A Bao knocked on the door, then opened it and invited Ye Feng and Ye Lin in after hearing a reply.

Inside, Qian Zhongwen was playing golf with a haggard-looking middle-aged man. When he saw Ye Feng and Ye Lin, Qian Zhongwen smiled. "Brother Ye, you got here quickly. And who's this young lady?"

"Brother Qian, this is my younger sister. When she heard I was coming to a golf course, she wanted to come along and have a look."

"Brother, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Zhang Zhiwei, the boss of Yuanda Investment. Old Zhang, this is my little brother Ye Feng. Don't be fooled by his age; he has very deep pockets."

Ye Feng and Zhang Zhiwei shook hands, and the two were acquainted.

Just then, a timid voice reached the three men's ears.

"Big sucker?"

Ye Feng looked at Ye Lin, black lines covering his face. How could she say something like that right in front of the man? That little girl!

Qian Zhongwen, standing nearby, burst out laughing.

"Yuanda Investment, big sucker, haha! You're killing me! Ye Feng, your sister is just too cute. Old Zhang, things have been going so badly for you lately. Maybe it has something to do with the name. With people calling you a big sucker every day, how could things go smoothly?"

Zhang Zhiwei nodded in complete agreement. At his age, he still believed in such things.

"Little miss, you've awakened a man from his dream with a single remark. I always felt something was a little off before, but I didn't know what it was. Looks like I really do need to change the company's name."

Qian Zhongwen invited everyone to sit down. Sensing that the others had business to discuss, Ye Lin found a club and went off to play golf some distance away.

"Old Qian, I won't beat around the bush. As for that plot of land in the free trade zone, I have the will but not the means right now. See if you can inject some capital so we can develop it together, or I can transfer it straight to you," Zhang Zhiwei said helplessly. He had bought the plot at auction for three billion Huaxia yuan, intending to build a large logistics and trade center. But heaven had other plans: several major investments by his company had failed, leaving him severely short of funds, so he had no choice but to turn to Qian Zhongwen.

"Old Zhang, I reckon it'll take ten billion Huaxia yuan to complete this project. I have to keep my own projects running, so I can only free up three billion. From what I can see, you can only put in two billion at most, which still leaves a five-billion gap. This won't be easy." Back when Qian Zhongwen went legitimate, Zhang Zhiwei had helped him a great deal, and he very much wanted to help Zhang Zhiwei in return. But the funding gap was too large, and there was nothing he could do.

Just as the two were at their wits' end, Ye Feng spoke up.

"Brother Qian, Brother Zhang, don't worry. I'll put up the five billion. If that's not enough, I can add more."

The two stared at Ye Feng in astonishment. In Qian Zhongwen's view, Ye Feng was so young that his net worth could only be around one billion at most. But this was five billion in cash, which meant his net worth was terrifying. Only now did he realize that he had originally wanted to build a good relationship with a future rising star. But now he could see clearly: how was this a rising star? He was already a brilliant moon.

"Brother Ye, how much more can you put in?" Zhang Zhiwei asked quietly.

"Ten billion, I suppose. If that's not enough, I'll think of something else," Ye Feng said casually.

The two men looked at each other, at a loss for words. That was just too rich!

In the end, they agreed that Zhang Zhiwei would contribute two billion plus the land for a forty percent stake in the project, Ye Feng would contribute five billion for thirty-five percent, and Qian Zhongwen would contribute three billion for twenty-five percent. Zhang Zhiwei would be responsible for advancing the project as a whole.

"Brothers, I'm only putting up the money. I won't be responsible for the project itself. I'm too lazy, so I'll just take the dividends." Ye Feng would be returning to the Magic City before long, and he didn't want it to take up too much of his energy. Wouldn't it be better to spend that time enjoying life?

"Brother Ye, dinner's on me tonight. We won't go home until we're drunk. Old Qian, you're always saying you have good liquor. I'll have to try it tonight."

After the three agreed to meet that evening at Qian Zhongwen's East Lake Hotel, Ye Feng took his leave with Ye Lin.

On the way home, Ye Lin looked at Ye Feng in puzzlement and asked, "Brother, I don't think Brother Qian is as scary as the stories say. He seems quite refined, just like a professor."

"Mm, Brother Qian was forced into it by circumstances back then. If he hadn't been ruthless, he wouldn't have survived. The way he is now is who he really is."