Maybe it was her inner foodie, or maybe Reba simply didn't want to think about anything else.
Once Jiang Cheng stuffed food into her mouth, she happily started eating the dumplings.
The moment she swallowed one, her eyes lit up; she nodded again and again in praise.
'Mmm, these dumplings are amazing! My gosh, how are they even made? They're so good—give me another.'
From her reaction it was obvious she genuinely loved the plate of dumplings.
After all, with her acting skills, if she were only pretending, she couldn't have pulled it off this convincingly.
So had her foodie instincts really shifted her focus?
Jiang Cheng didn't dwell on the detail.
Seeing Reba enjoy the dumpling he fed her,
a doting smile curved across his lips.
He picked up another dumpling and gently placed it in her mouth.
Soon, under his hand-feeding, Reba polished off the whole plate.
Looking at the empty dish, Jiang Cheng felt deeply satisfied—after all, a woman needs a bit of softness to look fertile.
Reba, however, declared she couldn't eat another bite after polishing off a dozen dumplings.
'No more—one extra bite and I'll break my calorie limit!'
She spoke while patting the slight swell of her tummy.
At Reba's request, Jiang Cheng had Wang Sheng drive her to the airport to meet her manager.
The capital's airport is a special place; even fully disguised, celebrities are spotted by paparazzi at security.
The moment Reba left, Jiang Cheng received a call from Chen Xueer.
As soon as he answered, the clack-clack of high heels carried through.
Clearly, Chen Xueer was walking in stilettos.
'Hello, my darling Chairman Jiang—sorry, I was in a meeting with another Company and didn't see your message.'
Jiang Cheng's lips curled at her sultry voice. 'Manager Chen, you've worked hard.'
'Chairman Jiang, is the capital fun? I saw your Moments first thing this morning. Oh, I've never even been to the Great Wall—so jealous!'
Her tone was half coquettish, half reproachful, making Jiang Cheng's heart tingle.
'Hello? Chairman Jiang, cat got your tongue? Hmph, now you won't even bother to draw the pie? I knew it—men's words are ghost lies.'
'Ahem, Manager Chen, how could you think that of me? I'll book you a ticket right now. We'll climb the Great Wall tomorrow morning, okay?' Jiang Cheng said, rubbing his nose in embarrassment.
'Haha, that's better. Last time you promised me a vacation, but ever since the Company started, the work never stops. Hmph, I've been eating that pie of yours for ages.'
'Fine, if you're tired of pie, how about candy instead?'
'Candy it is, as long as it's not pie. And don't you dare fool me.'
'Relax, I keep candy in my pocket. Next time I feed you, just don't resist like before.'
Chen Xueer sounded puzzled. 'When did I ever resist? And I never said I wouldn't eat your candy—don't wrong me.'
At her flirtatious grumble, Jiang Cheng's mind flashed back to the scene in the office bathroom
when that stunner had spun around, half scolding, half shyly covering herself.
The fire she'd stoked in him that day had been no small blaze.
Thinking of it, a fresh heat surged in his chest.
Damn—why are there so many women in this world who can get a man going?
He drew a quick breath and changed the subject. 'All right, quit teasing—you'll get your treat.'
Chen Xueer got straight to the point. 'You just messaged me about Pinduoduo's Series D. How much of the round do you want to grab?'
Jiang Cheng pondered. 'From what I hear, the raise is about 1.3 billion USD. It depends on how much Penguin finally puts in, but Stars Group will fight to take every remaining share…'
Watching Jiang Cheng wave in another massive investment, Chen Xueer marveled inwardly.
She didn't question him about capital; she'd seen his lavish spending many times.
Only Jiang Cheng himself knew the pressure he was under.
He'd thought owning the tycoon system meant he could sit back and watch the money roll in.
But when he truly needed cash, he realized how empty his pockets were.
These past few days he'd gained 3.5 billion from the juice card used on Reba.
To ordinary people that was an astronomical fortune.
Yet for him it was only a drop in the bucket.
Add that 3.5 billion to the 1.7 billion he had left, and his total cash flow was only about 5.3 billion.
That sounded huge, but investing in Pinduoduo alone would stretch him thin—let alone the Sina financing he also planned.
Take Dawen: recently they released their H1 2017 report.
Total assets had reached 880-plus billion yuan.
First-half revenue was a staggering 134.85 billion yuan.
They also paid 19.5 billion yuan in taxes.
Yet more than 40% of that revenue came from property.
Richest Man Wang had clearly heard the market winds; he'd begun offloading real estate.
So, as mentioned yesterday, these past months Dawen had switched to 'sell-sell-sell,' shedding property assets.
Dawen's developments and regional Dawan Plazas—
after several sell-offs, Richest Man Wang had raised over 200 billion yuan.
Lately he'd teamed up with local governments on tourism zones.
A single project starts at tens of billions.