Quest-based Magnate

Chapter 20: Toast

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The setting sun danced on the horizon, and the sky was dyed in golden-red light. Zhan Baiyu was sweating profusely as he waited outside the west gate of Da Lan Corporation’s electronics industrial park. After a while, he saw his colleagues coming in twos and threes.

The gentle and beautiful Lu Zi wore a square-collared green dress, her curves towering and straight. Under the setting sun, her skin was even fairer, her figure was full and graceful, and she was a gorgeous lass. She followed her colleagues. Supervisor Mei Qian called Zhan Baiyu to the side to ask about the situation.

“Brother Mei has arranged everything. Let’s go to the Sichuan Cuisine Bar for dinner first. I’ve booked a large private room for a total of three tables. After dinner, we’ll go to V Show to sing.”

Mei Qian was 30 years old and of average build. He habitually adjusted his glasses and said in satisfaction, “Bai Yu, well done. Minister Yu was going too. You should toast Minister Yu a few more times at the table.”

Zhan Baiyu was twenty-five years old this year and said gratefully, “Brother Mei, thank you.”

Mei Qian patted him on the shoulder. “You and Old Cao should drink a few more glasses later. Try to talk things out. You saw Yu Ping’s attitude today. She bowed and asked for his forgiveness.”

Zhan Baiyu was very happy. His relationship with Cao Su was rigid. But he didn’t show it. “Okay, Brother Mei.” He was different from Yu Ping. What could Cao Su have against him?

Mei Qian nodded with a smile and greeted, “Everyone, go with Zhan Baiyu first. I’ll wait for the rest of my colleagues here.”

More than a dozen colleagues from the art design team went to the bridge to eat at the Sichuan restaurant opposite the spacious eight-lane road.

The Sichuan Cuisine Bar was located at a street corner opposite the west gate of the Da Lan Corporation’s Shencheng Industrial Park. It was a three-story building built in a distinct Sichuan style. There was a peasant village nearby.

Just after six in the evening, Cao Su arrived in his sky-blue Bentley. Driving a supercar was indeed a test of one’s wits.

He was very familiar with this area. He had been living in the village for nearly four years.

He had only checked out of the house on his hands on Tuesday afternoon. Generally, after a farmer’s house would have to last a long lifespan, they would not sign a new rental contract. If they didn’t want to stay, they had to inform the landlord, and the deposit would be returned. However, he would deduct a few hundred yuan from the cleaning fee.

As for the specifics, it would depend on the landlord’s agreement in the contract. Cao Su had been in Shencheng for so many years. He had met all sorts of characters.

Cao Su got off the car with his handbag and walked into the Sichuan Cuisine Bar. He was brought to a big private room on the third floor by the waiter.

More than twenty colleagues from the art design team were present. A few familiar colleagues greeted him one after another. “Brother Cao.”

Mei Qian stood up and greeted him warmly. “Old Cao, sit here.”

Cao Su smiled and responded to them one by one. He walked to the main table and said, “I’m sorry. There was a traffic jam on the way, and I was caught in it.” He then shook hands with the head of the product department, Yu Xiaoping, who stood up to welcome him. “Hello, Director Yu!”

Yu Xiaoping was nearly forty years old this year. He was a thin man with a hooked nose and was usually a very serious person. At this moment, Cao Su, who was smiling, shook his hand. “President Cao, I’m an uninvited guest today!

“However, there’s an amazing person in our product department. I really want to get to know him. You don’t mind, do you?”

“You’re too polite, Minister Yu!” Cao Su smiled politely. His ‘excuse’ in the Da Lan Corporation: Invest in stocks and make a fortune.

“Director Yu, Old Cao is also an employee of the product department. It’s reasonable for you to attend his resignation banquet.”

Yu Xiao Ping laughed and called for everyone to take their seats. Lu Zi, Zhan Baiyu, and the others were all at this table.

Zhan Baiyu ran to the private room to rush the dishes. Delicate dishes were soon served. The beverages were Yanjing beer and Wuliang liquor.

After drinking a cup together, they started chatting casually. Yu Xiao Ping sat beside Cao Su and asked curiously, “President Cao, with your trading skills, do you plan to develop a financial enterprise in the future?”

“Minister Yu, I was lucky to have made a profit,” Cao Su said. “How would they dare to develop in the financial industry? The film and television industry is quite popular now, so I plan to take a look.”

He couldn’t possibly reveal his true business intentions to a former boss. He wouldn’t tell him about the live broadcast. As for the real estate, he had not talked to Shen Mingze’s friend yet, so it was hard to say. He casually mentioned the most popular industry recently.

Last year’s “The Legend of Zhen Huan” was a hit, and all the major video websites frantically bought broadcasting rights. LeTV snatched up the online copyrights for the production. Internet capital had invaded the film and television industry, which was doing very well!

“The film industry is deep! I went to Shanghai and Beijing for a business trip some time ago. It’s very convenient and cheap to take a taxi now. This industry was also very popular. The capital is paying attention. It was estimated that the number of taxis would explode in the next one or two years.”

Yu Xiaoping commented, half-jokingly, “President Cao, there’s no such thing as luck in playing with stocks. Can you recommend some stocks to us?”

“Old Cao, luck is also a form of strength,” Mei Qian said. “Like me, I’ve lost so much money in the stock market.”

Cao Su laughed. It seemed like he had to reveal something. He dared to say that he had earned money from stock trading because he had done some research on A-shares. “Moutai,” he said.

“President Cao, are you free next Saturday night?” Yu Xiaoping asked with a smile. “Let me introduce you to a few friends. They are all employees of our Da Lan Group. In society, having more friends means more paths.”

President Cao is very kind! The weaker the stock, the higher the confidence. On the contrary, those who held reports and recommended stocks were basically scum.

Mei Qian was extremely envious. He had long heard that the middle-level ministers of the group often played cards together, exchanged what they needed, and took care of each other. The higher level was, of course, to play cards with the bosses.

“Alright!” Cao Su nodded.

Watching Cao Su and his superior, the head of the product department, Yu Xiaoping, talking and laughing, Zhan Baiyu felt very depressed and went to the bathroom outside to smoke.

An employee who worked for him accompanied him and advised him softly, “Brother Zhan, Old Cao is no longer the same as he was. Brother Mei is right. You still have to drink a few more glasses of wine to him and try to talk things out.”

Zhan Baiyu sighed and put out the cigarette in his hand. “I understand.”

Zhan Baiyu, who had made up his mind, brought his underling back to the private room. When he entered, he saw the girl he liked, Lu Zi, toasting Cao Su. Her fair and beautiful face had a bright and sweet smile, showing off her beauty.”

“Brother Cao, thank you for helping me all this time. I’ll remember it all. Here’s a glass of wine. I wish you all the best after you leave your job and a successful business!”

“Thank you!” Cao Su downed the white wine in his glass and encouraged, “Lu Zi, you can do it!”

Lu Zi also downed the white wine in her glass and even revealed the bottom.

The other people at the table cheered loudly.

Watching the two of them interact, Zhan Baiyu felt extremely uncomfortable. He felt as if he had been cuckolded. Lu Zi had never smiled at him like this before. He sat at the table and waited for a few colleagues to toast him. Then, he stood up and said as politely as possible, “Brother Cao, let me make a toast to you!”

Cao Su waved his hand. “Wait a moment. I need to take a break.”

Zhan Baiyu’s face turned red.