After switching off the phone, he turned his gaze to Wu Quan and the others.
He remembered Qin Fen saying that Zhao Cheng's family worked in the Ministry of Information.
As the saying goes, people flock together for profit.
Although these few in front of him were curious about his background, if he could only rely on that background and couldn't bring them real benefits, who would be willing to serve him wholeheartedly for long?
Why does Gao Qiqiang send gifts every single day? Isn't it because he hopes the higher-ups might ladle out some soup for him?
Jiang Cheng looked at them and asked, 'Have you heard of the Xingchen Investment Company I started?'
Hearing this, Wu Quan and the others immediately realized Jiang Cheng was about to let them have a taste.
All three nodded frantically.
'I've heard of it, Brother Cheng.'
'Brother Cheng's Xingchen Investment Company is famous.'
Jiang Cheng looked at them. 'I've got a very stable investment opportunity recently. I won't beat around the bush—are you interested in joining?'
After Jiang Cheng said this, Wu Quan and the others looked tense.
They suddenly felt their question had been too abrupt.
If Jiang Cheng didn't let them play along, it would be awkward.
But the words were already out, so they could only nod silently.
'First things first: if you want in, you follow my rules.'
The three exchanged glances and nodded in tacit agreement.
Wu Quan replied, 'Please go ahead, Brother Cheng.'
'If you decide to participate, every move will be handled solely by Xingchen. During the operation you have no right to interfere. I can only guarantee a return of about thirty percent. If it's below thirty, your principal and earnings go back to you in full; anything above thirty, Xingchen takes the excess as commission. Any objections?'
When Jiang Cheng finished, all three nodded without hesitation, fully agreeing.
These clear clauses protected everyone's interests and effectively prevented later disputes.
In fact, terms like this, drawn up according to market rules, appealed to them even more and put them at ease.
And the more businesslike and serious Jiang Cheng was, the more confident they felt about the project.
After all, if it weren't a worthwhile venture, why handle every step so rigorously?
Wu Quan spoke first: 'I have no objection.'
Zhao Cheng added, 'Neither do I; it's fair and reasonable.'
Sun Zhisheng looked at Jiang Cheng gratefully. 'Thanks in advance, Brother Cheng; I've got no objection either.'
Jiang Cheng waved his hand again. 'Don't thank me yet. Investment carries risk; trade carefully. Go back and think it over. Don't let a bit of money ruin our friendship.'
When Wu Quan heard this, he rubbed his hair in embarrassment. 'Brother Cheng, I get it. I've only got a few hundred thousand; I know you wouldn't care about that small amount.'
Zhao Cheng chimed in, 'Exactly. If Big Brother Qi and Big Brother Qin aren't worried, we've got nothing to fear.'
Just then, Han Anning walked slowly from the direction of the racetrack toward them.
Her lithe, striking figure drew every eye.
Everyone watched as she approached.
Qin Fen, sitting to Jiang Cheng's right, noticed Han Anning's gaze fixed on Jiang Cheng and immediately turned to wink at him.
Qin Fen spread his hands in resignation. 'Looks like I should go admire the scenery from the back row.'
If Han Anning came straight over, she would have to pass his seat first, since he was on Jiang Cheng's far right.
Giving up his seat outright would be too obvious, but staying put and letting her sit beside him didn't feel right either.
Qi Yuan patted Jiang Cheng's shoulder. 'Brother Cheng, didn't you say Han Anning isn't your type?'
Jiang Cheng shook his head. 'Grown-ups don't have fixed rules…'
Qi Yuan grinned mischievously. 'I agree, but I told you—Han Anning's a proud little princess. Date her and you'll collapse.'
'I won't collapse; my heart's already rubble…'
Hearing that, Qi Yuan sprang up. 'Ugh, classic scumbag. Come on, Lao Qin, let's go enjoy the view.'
Qin Fen nodded in perfect understanding, quickly stood, and deliberately squeezed past Jiang Cheng, muttering, 'Right, right, let's go get some air and relax~~'
The two had barely left when Han Anning trotted over and sat down beside Jiang Cheng.
With a confident smile she asked, 'So? Not bad driving skills, huh?'
Jiang Cheng raised an eyebrow, half-smiling. 'Something to brag about?'
'Of course! I'm good with both automatic and manual, you know.'
If Jiang Cheng couldn't see her privacy value, he might have believed her.
He leaned close to her ear and murmured in a low, magnetic voice, 'Oh? How about we compare notes tonight?'
Though she could spout such lines easily, when Jiang Cheng got this close Han Anning instinctively leaned back.
She kept her composure on the surface, but inside her heart pounded like a deer; she warned herself not to panic and definitely not to lose to Jiang Cheng.
Han Anning curved her lips. 'Night driving's risky—might crash. How about we add each other on wechat first? Then you can forward your girlfriend's wechat to me.'
Jiang Cheng's mouth hooked upward, not flustered at all. 'Which girlfriend are you talking about?'