Seeing her newly worn stockings already torn, Xia Meng bit her lower lip so hard it turned pale, adding a touch of pitiful charm to her look.
She whispered, "Brother Cheng, don't be like this. If you keep going, I'm going to call for help~~."
Her voice carried a hint of coquettishness and shyness, yet her eyes betrayed a flicker of anticipation and excitement.
Hearing Xia Meng's contradictory words, Jiang Cheng reacted quickly and immediately began to play along with her performance.
Jiang Cheng had heard her mention this kind of game during his second visit to the club to see Xia Meng.
Some rather special guests enjoyed this kind of role-playing game.
Back then, when Jiang Cheng asked Xia Meng to perform for him, she had been somewhat hesitant and shy.
He hadn't expected that after a trip back to her hometown, she would suddenly seem like a different person.
Now she was actually taking the initiative to play games with him??
Jiang Cheng covered her mouth with one hand, his other hand venting his "fury" even more fiercely on the stockings, as if wanting to vent all his emotions on them.
"Go ahead and scream. If you dare to scream, I'll deal with you right now," Jiang Cheng said, deliberately using a fierce tone.
After Jiang Cheng said that, Xia Meng acted as if she really were being forced and actually began to resist.
She pushed against Jiang Cheng with both hands, trying to get away from him. Though her movements held a hint of weakness, they were also full of strength.
A muffled, mosquito-like sound came from her mouth: "Don't touch me. Do you know that what you're doing is illegal?"
Jiang Cheng, who was originally just joking, saw Xia Meng struggling so convincingly in character.
He couldn't help but think "holy crap" to himself.
No wonder so many people loved role-playing; this feeling seemed much more stimulating than just wearing those exotic outfits.
Wasn't this scene just like something out of a Japanese "educational" film?
Especially Xia Meng's wriggling as she tried to break free, it made Jiang Cheng's whole body start to feel excited, as if his blood were boiling.
He directly flipped Xia Meng over onto the car seat with a quick and powerful motion, like a fierce beast.
Then he grabbed her constantly kicking ankles—they were slender and soft, appearing exceptionally fragile in his hands... Twenty minutes later, the car came to a stop.
Xia Meng had also entered "ostrich mode."
When getting out of the car, she hurriedly buried her head low, almost touching her chest, and jogged toward her residential complex with hurried steps.
Seeing Xia Meng's cute and shy appearance, the corners of Jiang Cheng's mouth curled up slightly into a helpless smile.
Then, with a natural expression, he reached out and took the suitcase Wang Sheng brought from the trunk.
Jiang Cheng looked up and said calmly to Wang Sheng, "Good work. I'm giving you the next two days off. Take your annual pass and go have a good relaxation."
Hearing Jiang Cheng's words, a look of surprise immediately blossomed on Wang Sheng's face.
His originally serious face suddenly became lively, and his eyes sparkled with excitement.
In his surprise, he subconsciously straightened his back and gave Jiang Cheng a standard military salute, his movements crisp and his voice booming.
"Thank you, Young Master Jiang. You really are the most considerate boss I've ever met."
Seeing Wang Sheng suddenly acting silly, Jiang Cheng scolded him with a laugh, feigning impatience. "Park the car and get lost~"
"Understood, getting lost now. Contact me anytime if you need anything," Wang Sheng replied quickly, an uncontrollable joy hanging on his dark face.
Waving Wang Sheng away, Jiang Cheng grabbed the handle of the suitcase.
Pulling the suitcase, he walked unhurriedly into the residential complex.
Coming out of the elevator and stepping onto the 22nd floor, Jiang Cheng's sharp eyes noticed that the door wasn't closed.
It was slightly ajar, clearly waiting for his return.
The large flat he arranged for Xia Meng had a one-unit-per-elevator layout, offering good privacy, so even if the door wasn't closed, there wasn't much of a security risk.
After entering, Jiang Cheng heard the clear sound of running water coming from the bedroom area.
The gurgling sound of water was exceptionally clear in the quiet apartment; Xia Meng was obviously taking a shower.
After gently pushing the suitcase into a corner, Jiang Cheng took his phone out of his pocket.
While he was role-playing with Xia Meng in the car earlier, Chen Xueer had called him twice.
He had been unable to attend to it then, so he only now began to call her back.
Soon, Chen Xueer answered on the other end.
Her voice carried a hint of a pout: "Hello, Chairman Jiang. Why did you ignore me? I've been waiting so anxiously..."
"Is that so? Where exactly are you feeling 'anxious'? I happen to be free right now, so I'll 'handle' it for you." A wicked smile curled on Jiang Cheng's lips, his tone filled with ambiguity and teasing.
Hearing this, Chen Xueer gave a soft huff and pouted, "I'd like to, but I don't have the time, do I? I'm keeping an eye on the Conglomerate."
Hearing this, Jiang Cheng gave a disdainful snort and blurted out, "I think you're soft all over except for your mouth; sooner or later, I'll feed you something harder."
Upon hearing this, Chen Xueer fell silent for two seconds on the other end, seemingly startled by Jiang Cheng's blunt words.
Jiang Cheng also realized he had been a bit too direct.
His language was much coarser than usual; it seemed he hadn't completely stepped out of the role-play from earlier.
After both were silent for a few seconds, Chen Xueer was the first to clear her throat.
She broke the slightly awkward silence.
Not daring to continue that topic.
She went straight to business: "I saw the screenshot you sent me just now. I want to talk to you about the matter in Lion City."
Jiang Cheng also cleared his throat and then replied, "Go ahead."
"The Singapore they mentioned just now is indeed a tax haven. If our Xingchen Investment can also set up an investment company there, the money we bring back from the stock market will face much lower taxes." Chen Xueer's voice became serious and professional.
Jiang Cheng didn't know much about this area.
He had always adhered to the principle of asking humbly when he didn't understand, so he asked, "Didn't we previously transfer funds to Tyrande first, and then from Tyrande to the mainland to avoid taxes?"
Chen Xueer replied, "Yes, that's how it usually works. Using your connections in Tyrande, we can reduce the relevant taxes by at least ten percent on the money we bring back. However, if we move the money earned in the stock market to Tyrande first, then from Tyrande to Lion City, and finally back here, we can reduce the taxes by at least another ten percent."
Hearing this, Jiang Cheng's eyes couldn't help but widen slightly, a flash of surprise and contemplation in them.
Tax avoidance has always been one of the topics the wealthy focus on and study the most.
Just like Brother Qiangdong and Jack Ma.
One of these two said he has no salary, and the other said his salary is only one yuan.
To ordinary people, these words might seem very inspirational.
But in reality, wasn't it all just for tax avoidance?
There's also the widely mentioned practice of establishing charitable foundations.
Donating all of one's assets to a charitable foundation.
The original intent of this move is also just to avoid taxes.
Of course, tax avoidance is not something to be condemned.
After all, tax avoidance is not tax evasion; it's simply minimizing the loss of one's funds to the greatest extent permitted by law.