Maximize Interest, My Money Grows Infinitely-Chapter 53 - Mr

Chapter 53 -53 Mr.

Jin’s Wisdom

Chapter 53 -53 Mr.

Jin’s Wisdom

Chen Cheng left Beijing, went to International Trade to get his deposit refunded, then he went to buy vegetables for the evening.

By the time he returned to the noodle shop with his arms full of bags, it was already past five in the afternoon.

As items were moved from Da Lao’s trunk, Xiao Meier’s gaze wasn’t attracted to the expensive luxury goods, but rather focused on the bags of fresh ingredients Chen Cheng brought in.

“Xiao Cheng, why did you buy so much food?” she asked.

Chen Cheng smiled slightly, “Mr.

Jin is coming over for dinner.”

“Ah?

Why didn’t you tell me earlier!

So I could have prepared beforehand!”

“I’ve bought everything now, we can just get ready together,” Chen Cheng explained, “Besides, your foot is inconvenient, I don’t want to tire you out.”

Xiao Meier quickly tied her hair back, ready to get busy, “When is Mr.

Jin coming?”

“He didn’t say.”

Chen Donghai brought Chen Cheng’s new clothes into the shop, “Mr.

Chen, where should I put these things?”

“I got it, just give me a hand.” He handed a star garoupa wrapped in oxygen to Chen Donghai, “Can you handle killing the fish?”

Xiao Hai nodded, “No problem.”

Chen Cheng carried the items upstairs, then specially put the gift for Xiao Meier into the bedside drawer, planning to surprise her in the evening.

“We’re busy!” Jin Baogen’s voice came from downstairs.

Hearing the noise, Chen Cheng walked downstairs.

“Mr.

Jin, please take a seat.” Xiao Meier immediately greeted, “I’ll make you a cup of tea.”

Jin Baogen glanced at the ingredients being prepared and waved his hand, “Hey, no need to go through so much trouble.

Just whip up a couple of dishes!”

“You have been so helpful to Xiao Cheng, how could we not care?

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She limped over with a chair, placed it at the shop entrance, “Mr.

Jin, please have a seat.”

“What happened to your foot?” Jin Baogen asked with concern.

“I twisted it by accident, it’s almost healed,” Xiao Meier responded, at the same time asking, “Mr.

Jin, is floral tea okay?”

Jin Baogen wasn’t picky, “Of course that’s fine.”

Chen Cheng came forward, and Xiao Meier kept giving him eye signals, hinting that he should keep Mr.

Jin company in conversation.

“Mr.

Jin.”

Jin Baogen, who had just lit a cigarette, turned around and saw Chen Cheng, smiled and said, “I thought you weren’t here.”

“Just tidying up things.” Chen Cheng also took a chair and sat next to him, “Dinner might be a bit late.”

“A later dinner is what makes it dinner!” Jin Baogen said generously.

Xiao Meier came back with a big porcelain jar, “Mr.

Jin, tea.”

“Good, good.”

He looked back at Xiao Meier returning to the kitchen, then said to Chen Cheng, “Shall we go for a walk?”

Chen Cheng stood up, “Sister Er, we’re going to take a walk outside.”

Busy Xiao Meier repeatedly said, “Alright, I’ll give you a call later!”

“Okay!”

Leaving the noodle shop, Chen Cheng and Jin Baogen walked shoulder to shoulder towards Wanbao Hall.

Chen Cheng opened the big door, and the two sat on the threshold, chatting.

Jin Baogen put out his cigarette, his gaze deep, “Mr.

Chen, do you have any questions you want to ask me?”

Looking at that meaningful smile, Chen Cheng spoke, “Mr.

Jin, your heart is as clear as a bright mirror.”

“Hahaha, you kid!” Jin Bao patted Chen Cheng’s shoulder, “Is it for that wealth management product?”

Chen Cheng nodded.

“Do you think it’s worth it for me to trade a 40 million wealth management product for Xia Yubing and Tong Jialu with Wen Shulin?” Jin Bao asked again.

After witnessing so many impressive moves, Chen Cheng naturally didn’t dare to jump to conclusions.

“Mr.

Jin, your decision must have its profound implications.”

Jin Bao looked at the streetscape of Big Willow Tree, “These two girls, they really have some skills.”

Chen Cheng listened attentively.

“Generally speaking, there are quite a few women like Xia Yubing in the whole circle.”

Jin Bao said bluntly, “However, most of them only make a few million in three to five years.

She made over 20 million.

Doesn’t that indicate she has something extraordinary?”

“Today, I noticed Wen Shulin’s eyes, she seemed really reluctant to let them go,” Chen Cheng chimed in, “Of course, that is if we disregard the relationship between them.”

Jin Bao nodded, “I’ve done some digging on them.”

“Please, tell me.”

“Neither she nor Tong Jialu are locals; they came here from other places through exams,” Jin Bao took out his phone and sent the sisters’ profiles to Chen Cheng.

He continued, “Apart from the thing with Wen Shulin, they have a clean background.”

Chen Cheng looked at the personnel files, which were even more detailed than job resumes, outlining everything from kindergarten, elementary, secondary school, and college academic achievements and awards to their performances after starting work—every detail recorded clearly.

Even their medical history, family situation, personal assets, and the work units of their parents were meticulously detailed.

“Mr.

Jin, this information…” Chen Cheng was somewhat surprised.

Jin Bao said meaningfully, “In our line of work, how can we not have our own channels of information?”

“That’s amazing.”

Jin Bao continued, “The main reason I’m introducing you to these two, aside from their capabilities and clean slate, is something else.”

Chen Cheng sat up straight and said, “Please, go on.”

“Where there’s wealth, there are beauties.

Where are the most women?

Naturally, in scenes of fame and fortune like the financial and entertainment circles,” Jin Bao lit another cigarette.

He looked solemnly at Chen Cheng, “Now that you’re about to enter the business, you’ll soon face temptations you’ve never even dared imagine.”

“And these girls are especially beautiful, many have graduated from art colleges,” Jin Bao shared his experience, “The Central Academy of Drama and other top-tier schools produce girls with good backgrounds and high platforms, with plenty of people supporting them.”

“In contrast, those from institutions like Sichuan xx College, and Jinling xx College who come here without support and hope to make a name for themselves can only look for a big shot.”

“You can see them at various dinner gatherings, their goal generally is to meet powerful people, get introductions to resources, and become famous quickly,” Jin Bao said.

Chen Cheng nodded, “When I was doing quantitative analysis, I also heard many stories of women in the circle.”

“So, I want to cut this root for you before you face the dazzling temptations of this indulgent environment.”

Jin Bao smiled at Chen Cheng, “Lest you get drunk, bedazzled, or carried away, then get your head spun by a woman.”

Chen Cheng opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Jin Bao,

“We’re all men here, and I’ve been through it myself.” Jin Bao flicked the cigarette ash and bluntly stated, “When I was young, I was duped by a woman.

Now I’m going to build up Mr.

Chen, and I can’t let you make the same mistakes I did.”

Chen Cheng felt warmed by his words, “Mr.

Jin, you…”

“Money and pleasure, you can’t avoid them in this circle.

They make people swell with arrogance quickly, and you can easily lose yourself in the incessant calls of ‘Mr.

Chen.'”

Jin Bao once again enlightened Chen Cheng, “However, you just have to remember one thing: no temptation is a problem in front of you.”

“Please, say it.”

“The pastries from Rice Fragrance Village, no matter how delicious, you’ll eventually tire of them.

Old Chen’s vinegar from Shanxi is fine and all, but the thing that truly fills the stomach is the dumplings you dip in it.”

Chen Cheng pondered for half a second, then blurted out, “Mr.

Jin, are you referring to Sister Meier?”

“Hahaha, Mr.

Chen, you’re much smarter than I was back in the day,” Jin Bao nodded deeply.