Thinking of this, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but start giving Wang Congcong some bad advice.
With a thoughtful look on his face he said, "If you send it like that, of course she'll ignore you."
Wang Congcong looked at him, puzzled: "Then how should I text her? I even called her 'babe' and still no reply?"
Don't be fooled by Wang Congcong's average looks and 130-plus pounds.
He's extremely self-confident, especially when it comes to dating.
Of course, that's partly because gorgeous women have been flocking to him these past few years.
Usually, as soon as he shows a little kindness,
most women bite right away, and with money in the mix most of them will actively pursue him.
"These days, a sales assistant calls you 'darling' when you buy something and 'babe' when you buy clothes—what's so special about that? Tell you what, send her sweet talk—maybe she'll be moved."
"For example?"
Jiang Cheng cleared his throat and said solemnly, "I saw a few lines before; I thought they were clever. Like, 'Babe, I'm getting an IV—what kind of IV? Missing-you night.' Or, 'Stop hesitating—ain't I your Mr. Right?'"
Jiang Cheng had only wanted to troll Wang Congcong to his face, to recite the legendary simp lines Wang himself had used and see his reaction.
Unexpectedly, Wang Congcong's eyes lit up; he looked at Jiang Cheng admiringly and said the two lines were brilliant.
"Damn, Jiang Cheng, you've got it. Feels familiar, but I like them—so domineering."
With that, Wang Congcong actually picked up his phone and sent them straight to Big Honey.
Jiang Cheng stared, slack-jawed.
When Big Secret answered, Wang Congcong even grinned and said, "Hey hey hey, look—your trick worked; she actually replied."
Jiang Cheng leaned over, glanced, and rolled his eyes. "She just sent a few question marks—counts as a reply?"
Wang Congcong wasn't discouraged; still smiling, he said, "Better than silence."
Jiang Cheng shook his head. "I don't get how you rich guys chase girls."
Wang Congcong looked at him speechlessly. "Others can say that, but you've no right—when you say it, it feels like you're humiliating me with money."
"I can humiliate you with money?"
"Others can't, but I've already been shamed by your cash several times."
Jiang Cheng shrugged; Wang Congcong had a point.
His own cash flow was dozens of times Wang's.
Without even trying he'd completely outclassed him.
Ignoring Wang Congcong, Jiang Cheng turned to Wang Zheng. "Old Wang, why are you so dressed up today?"
At that, Wang Zheng looked helpless. "Right, you don't know—another blind date. Seriously annoying. I'm only twenty-seven; I don't get why the old man's so anxious."
Mentioning it, Chen Hao beside him covered his mouth and laughed sympathetically.
Seeing the two, Qin Fen looked puzzled. "From your faces, it seems you know something I don't?"
Since he asked, Wang Zheng didn't hide it.
He nudged Chen Hao. "Every damn time you laugh like an idiot about this. It's your fault—if not for you, how would I be in this mess?"
Chen Hao wiped the grin off his face. "Don't get mad, don't get mad."
Then, trying not to laugh, he told the others, "Last time I went abroad; when I came back I asked Old Wang to pick me up. That day he'd just hooked up with… an older married woman. Whatever, have your fun, but he didn't hide it—took her straight to the airport to show off. Guess who happened to be there on a business trip: Uncle and Aunt Wang, rushing to catch their flight…"
After that, not just Chen Hao—everyone burst out laughing.
With his past exposed, Wang Zheng gave a resigned shrug. "Laugh all you want. I'm not the only son, so marriage doesn't matter. But you guys are different—enjoy your freedom; your turns will come."
At that, Jiang Cheng thought of his mom and dad.
His dad was easygoing, but his mom cared a lot about him finding a girlfriend.
He wondered how the two of them were doing in France.
Which reminded him of the mining-rights auction he'd mentioned to his father.
According to the system, that auction was a key step in Wen Ang's family business consolidation.
Jiang Cheng didn't share the news with the others; he told only his old man.
Jiang Jianming had simply said he'd keep an eye on it—nothing more.
Jiang Cheng knew that with his father's clout, if he wanted in, it would be far easier than doing it himself.
After all, his father was the true second-generation powerbroker.
Whereas he, for now, was just a rookie relying on his own connections.
He still hadn't tapped into the family's people or relationships.
Checking the time, it was almost nine p.m.; in France it was already morning.
After confirming the time difference, he opened wechat and consulted his father about it.
Soon Jiang Jianmin replied.
"Going smoothly."
Seeing those four words, Jiang Cheng relaxed.
He asked when they'd be back, saying he'd charter a plane for them.
His father didn't stand on ceremony; he sent the return date and added that the chartered jet a few days earlier had been great… As they were finishing, the restaurant manager knocked and came in.
He greeted them respectfully: "Good evening, young gentlemen. Sorry to disturb your meal. We'd like to treat you to some complimentary desserts and would appreciate your feedback—if anything doesn't taste right, please let us know so we can improve."
After he spoke, a Waitress brought in six different kinds of desserts.
The manager personally delivered free desserts because they were all famous Second-generation rich kids in Shanghai.
In the private room were Qin Fen and Wang Congcong, and he also recognized Jiang Cheng sitting in the center.
The CEO of Star Capital!
Seeing Jiang Cheng holding court in the middle, the manager mused that the online rumors were true.
They said Jiang Cheng was someone even Wang Congcong couldn't afford to offend.