Chapter 9 Adopted Son
At this time, in the banquet hall on the top floor of the hotel, business negotiations for a cross-sea financial merger and acquisition case were nearing completion.

There are two people in charge of this game tonight.

Chen Jingyuan, executive director of China Hong Kong Group, and Zhou Shixu, the prince of the Zhou family in Macau.

Since Meng Xingzhi took over the family business, he has shifted his investment deployment from North China to the Greater Bay Area for the first time. If he wants to take the first step smoothly, he cannot do without the support of these two local capital giants.

The merger and acquisition deal was discussed for nearly three months. Even though Mr. Meng was at the pinnacle of power in Beijing, the weight of his words was far less than the three thin faces that Mr. Chen from Hong Kong mentioned lightly.

It’s just that businessmen are businessmen.

Meng Xingzhi put down the teacup in his hand, turned sideways to take the letter of intent for cooperation handed to him by his assistant, and slowly pushed it to Chen Jingyuan who was sitting opposite him.

Zhou Shixu raised an eyebrow when he saw this, "No share for me?"

"Of course, but I have to owe it first."

As for how long the debt will be paid off, it depends on when the prince can take over the power of the Zhou family.

There is no need to point out some things. The three of them have known each other for many years and they already know everything about the affairs within the family.

During the conversation, the sound of papers being flipped could be heard.

Chen Jingyuan glanced at them briefly, tapped the ash on his cigarette and said calmly, "Mr. Meng's sincerity is good, but it will take a full six months. I wonder if the Meng family can afford to wait."

"If it were someone else, I probably wouldn't dare to gamble." Meng Xingzhi picked up the teacup and sniffed it. His face, covered with tea mist, was as gentle as jade, and under the light, it seemed both real and unreal.

After a pause, he said, "But you are Chen Jingyuan. Let alone half a year, even if it is postponed for another two years, it is worth it for me to increase my investment."

The two men played a game of charades, and Zhou Shixu became a bystander.

In fact, there is no need to ask too much. We can get a glimpse of it from the strategic layout of China-Hong Kong’s branch in Beijing last year.

Old Chen is going to go against the majority's opinion and start to enter new fields.

Zhou Shixu smiled lazily and joked, "Master Meng, have you ever thought that maybe in less than half a year, Lao Chen's private jet will have to travel back and forth between Beijing and Hong Kong frequently?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Xingzhi said seriously, "I couldn't ask for more."

Time is more precious to him than anything else.

If it could be brought forward, then the situation of the Meng family in Beijing could be completely reversed.

His only worry now is that the water in China and Hong Kong will become more and more muddy due to the stirring of various forces.

To put it bluntly, the obstacle for Old Chen to go to Beijing in the future is the person who is resting on Mount Taiping.

But Meng Xingzhi always felt that this day would not take too long to come.

Because the three words "Chen Jingyuan" are the most convincing.

In about half an hour, the auction on the 17th floor was already halfway through.

After discussing business matters, Zhou Shixu suddenly became excited. He rang the bell to call the butler on the top floor and asked him to transfer the live broadcast of the auction downstairs.

The hotel staff was efficient and within a few minutes, the giant LCD screen on the east side of the banquet hall covered the entire wall in all directions.

To facilitate the three distinguished guests to bid remotely, the butler wore a Bluetooth headset, connected to the scene, and personally explained the collection brochure.

"That kid Chen Shaoan spent 50 million to buy an ink painting?" Zhou Shixu found it more and more funny, and turned to look at Chen Jingyuan, "Your brother has been harmed by a woman."

The three of them didn't know that the woman the prince mentioned casually was our hardworking Secretary Liang.

Liang Weining can testify.

Chen Shaoan is not stupid.

He just likes to show off in front of the opposite sex and spend money recklessly to demonstrate his financial resources and superiority as a rich second-generation.

But Chen Shaoan never thought that Liang Weining stayed by Chen Jingyuan's side, working as the chief secretary every day, and the denominations of the checks he handled, with a long string of zeros at the end, were much more than 50 million.

Not to mention anything else, the private yacht parked by the big boss at the West Port alone is worth 1.5 million Hong Kong dollars.

Liang Weining is not new to the world.

But in the final analysis, as a working-class worker, there was really no need for her to go head-to-head with rich kids just to save face.

Learn to be submissive appropriately, act dramatic when necessary, and say a few nice words. Chen Shaoan is especially susceptible to this from women.

With her patient handling of the matter, the text message issue was finally put to rest.

Next, Liang Weining bid for the white jade carved inkstone at 30 million. Although she got what she liked, she was not happy.

Thirty million is too low.

I thought that after several rounds of bidding, it would be at least 50 million.

Who knew those people would give Chen Jingyuan so much face.

After Liang Weining raised the sign, the scene was so quiet that no one dared to add more.

Everyone knew that the person sitting in that position was the secretary of Chen Jingyuan of the China Hong Kong Group.

No matter how good something Mr. Chen likes, he should not rush to buy it unless it is absolutely necessary. This is an unspoken consensus in the entire Hong Kong circle.

So naturally, the last piece of collection fell into Liang Weining's pocket without any suspense.

So boring.

She felt so helpless.

Chen Shaoan showed up at the auction tonight, obviously to celebrate the chairman's birthday.

If the painting "Look Up to the Lofty Mountains" was really presented to the chairman as a birthday gift, then Mr. Chen's white jade carved inkstone would be totally undignified.

The difference between 30 million and 50 million is more than just numbers.

As the eldest son of the chairman, Chen Jingyuan is also the heir to the family.

This is the key.

I followed the organizer to the backstage to sign, stamped the boss's private seal, and left my address. Then my phone rang with Assistant Xu's number.

Liang Weining walked out of the venue while answering the call.

On the phone, Xu Zhou asked her to sit in the car for a few minutes and wait for Mr. Chen to come down from the top floor, as he might have something else to tell her.

Liang Weining looked at the man's suit on his arm and nodded, "Mr. Chen's clothes are still with me, so I'll just give them to him."

By the way, let me tell you about tonight’s auction.

After all, the job was not done well.

By the time she went out, the extended Pullman had driven out of the hotel's underground garage and was quietly parked beside the parking drive in the dark night.

Liang Weining walked closer and the back door opened automatically.

The ambient lighting inside the car slowly overflowed, and compared to usual, it seemed especially bright tonight.

She paused in her move to get into the car because there was already someone sitting inside.

To be precise, a boy around ten years old?

The young man had clear features and his back was straight against the seat. There was a book lying on the small table in front of him. The moment the car door opened, he raised his head from the book and cast his gaze towards Liang Weining who was standing outside the car.

Just two seconds, a very polite look.

The other person nodded at her, said nothing, and turned back to continue reading.

Although he had not had the chance to meet him after working in the China-Hong Kong Directors' Office for more than three months, Liang Weining still recognized the identity of the boy in the car at first sight.

He is Chen Jingyuan's adopted son, Josie.

Chinese name, Chen Jiaze.

After getting in the car, Liang Weining turned her phone to silent mode in advance to avoid disturbing the other person's study. This action caught the boy's attention and prompted him to greet her, "Sister, are you Daddy's friend?"

Very authentic Hong Kong Cantonese.

Liang Weining understood the word "friend" and just smiled and nodded, "Hello Josie, I'm Mr. Chen's secretary, my last name is Liang."

Secretary.

"Is Secretary Liang from the mainland?" Josie asked.

This time, he used Mandarin.

The pronunciation is not accurate enough, but it does not affect daily communication.

(End of this chapter)