Huayu: Don't force me to be a master

Chapter 100 Going to the Jianguo Hotel

Summers in Beijing are peaceful.

Dong Ping's office was equally quiet.

January 7nd, 9:00 AM.

Dong Ping sat in her office without turning on the lights.

The curtains were only slightly ajar, allowing a beam of sunlight to cut in at an angle and fall on the mahogany desk, directly illuminating the monitor screen.

The screen displays the Tianya Forum page.

The post has been featured on the homepage, with the title in bold.

How was the 30-year operating right for Travel Channel, worth 3000 million, signed?

There are already more than two thousand replies.

Dong Ping scrolled down the list one by one.

"30 million for 3000 years? Is this a sale or a gift?"

"Hainan TV must be desperate for money!"

"Investigate the loss of state-owned assets!"

"Be careful, this post won't last more than three days."

A follow-up comment said that three days had passed and the post was still there.

Dong Ping's knuckles turned white as she gripped the mouse.

He clicked on Xici Hutong.

The same post, with slightly different titles but identical content.

There are 1,700 replies.

He clicked on another external link, which was an English version that someone had forwarded, along with a screenshot of the contract photo.

Below were English comments, which he didn't quite understand, but he recognized a few words: China, State-owned assets, corruption.

Dong Ping suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.

He recalled the terms of the contract—a 30 million yuan deposit, 3000 years of operating rights, priority right to profits, and installment payments.

On the day he signed the contract, he felt like a genius.

Those people at Hainan TV don't know anything, and they nodded in just a few words.

He thought he had gotten a great deal.

Now he knows that it wasn't a bargain, it was a death sentence.

The State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission, the audit team, the Discipline Inspection Commission...

3000 million gone...

One by one, the departments popped into his mind.

The course of this matter unfolded gradually in his mind.

This matter can no longer be covered up.

And the people behind him will definitely push him out as a scapegoat.

He didn't hesitate any longer.

Instead, he quickly dialed a number in Hong Kong.

"Attorney Chen, it's me."

"Is that architecture usable now?"

"Go as far as you can, the faster the better."

After Dong Ping finished speaking, she hung up the phone and closed her eyes.

He thought of a phrase—"The net of heaven is vast, its meshes are wide, yet nothing escapes it."

But I'm not willing to accept it!

Money Wave!

He wasn't sure if Qian Lang was behind it, but he was convinced it was him.

It's pointless to investigate now.

If he doesn't leave now, he might never be able to leave.

Dong Ping opened her eyes!

Then he calmly stood up and picked up the simplest things!

Two hours later—on the plane from Beijing to Hong Kong.

Dong Ping turned off her phone.

He sent a final text message before shutting down his phone.

Qian Lang, wait for me to come back!

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"Screw you!"

Qian Lang cursed.

He didn't understand what Dong Ping meant at all, and he never expected that Dong Ping had already run away.

Of course, he was not afraid of Dong Ping either.

When soldiers come, we'll block them; when water comes, we'll dam it.

At that moment, his door was pushed open.

"Mr. Qian! Mr. Qian!"

Bai Xue barged in without knocking.

Her face turned red.

"What's wrong?"

Qian Lang asked a question.

"Master Kong! Master Kong is calling!"

"What do you mean?"

Qian Lang asked again.

Dong Xuan, who was sitting on the sofa reading a magazine, also looked up.

"The North China Marketing Department! They say they want to hire Sister Xuan as their boyfriend!"

Bai Xue finally blurted it out in one breath.

Qian Lang was stunned for a moment.

Dong Xuan—the magazine fell to the ground with a "thud".

That's incredible.

Master Kong is not Yi Chun.

They're a top-tier brand, so even if they don't pay her, she'll still make a profit by taking the job.

This represents her commercial value.

"What?"

Dong Xuan asked as if she didn't believe it.

"Master Kong, North China Marketing Department! They say they're interested in your popularity among university students and would like to invite you to be their campus promotion ambassador!"

Bai Xue repeated it again.

Dong Xuan opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word for a long time.

Then she suddenly stood up and hugged Bai Xue, and the two of them jumped up and down on the sofa like little girls.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

"Sister Xuan! You're famous! You're really famous!"

Qian Lang looked at them and twitched his lips.

In the sweltering summer heat, he could see that the two of them were... squeezed flat.

but!

Master Kong.

North China Market.

His mind raced. Master Kang was indeed likely looking for Dong Xuan because of the college student.

"Nobody" went viral at a university gala, and "Chang'an 30,000 Miles" broke download records on campus forums.

That makes perfect sense.

He was very glad at that moment that he had let Dong Xuan take the path of becoming a college student.

Now the rewards are in.

Dong Xuan let go of Bai Xue and ran up to Qian Lang, her eyes shining brightly.

"Senior brother, did you hear that? Master Kang!"

Qian Lang smiled; he was very happy.

"I heard it! I heard it!"

This is Master Kong, and even after 20 years, it is still the number one instant noodle brand.

After this collaboration, Dong Xuan's business expenses are about to skyrocket.

"What did they say?"

Qian Lang asked a question.

"They'll be coming tomorrow; they say the marketing manager for the North China region is coming in person."

"Alright, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and organize a big clean-up!"

Bai Xue, please create a procedure for the reception arrangements. This is very important for both our company and Dong Xuan; we absolutely cannot be careless or make any mistakes.

Qian Lang said seriously.

He would cry if the duck he had just gotten flew away!

Bai Xue and Dong Xuan listened and walked out laughing.

The company became lively again.

The next day, the weather was unbelievably good.

The sky was a clear, bright blue, as if it had been washed with water.

There were only a few wisps of clouds, hanging lightly on the rooftops of the tall buildings along the East Third Ring Road.

A breeze slipped in through the cracks in the window, carrying a hint of coolness, unlike the stuffy, suffocating atmosphere of the past few days.

Qian Lang stood by the window, looking at the sky, and felt inexplicably at ease.

"Senior brother!"

Dong Xuan walked in from outside, wearing a beige dress, her hair down, and light makeup.

"Do you think I'm okay like this?"

"Okay, very good."

Bai Xue followed behind, holding a notebook in her hand and muttering to herself.

"Tea is ready, the conference room air conditioning is set to 24 degrees Celsius, parking is available downstairs, and there's a bouquet of flowers at the reception desk..."

"Alright, alright, don't be nervous, just act like a regular customer."

Qian Lang waved his hand as he spoke.

"Master Kong! A regular customer?"

Bai Xue stared wide-eyed as she spoke.

Qian Lang laughed.

"They even pay money; only those who pay are considered VIPs."

Dong Xuan ignored the two of them.

He was still looking at his face in a small mirror.

At 10:00 AM sharp, a black Audi stopped downstairs.

The car door opened, and two people got out.

One male and one female.

The man was wearing a light blue short-sleeved shirt tucked into his trousers, with a protruding beer belly and a broad smile on his face.

The woman looked to be in her thirties, wearing glasses and carrying a briefcase; she seemed to be an assistant or legal counsel.

Qian Lang led Dong Xuan and Bai Xue to meet them.

"You're Mr. Zhou? Welcome, welcome."

"Haha, you must be Mr. Qian? You're young and promising. And this must be Ms. Dong, she's even more beautiful than in the photos."

The group exchanged pleasantries as they entered the building.

After going upstairs, we went straight into the conference room.

The tea was already laid out, and the fruit platter was neatly arranged.

The air conditioner was running, and sunlight streamed in through the blinds, casting streaks of light onto the conference table.

Manager Zhou sat down and got straight to the point.

"Mr. Qian, let's be straightforward and go straight to the contract."

He nodded to the female assistant, who took a document out of her bag and handed it to Qian Lang.

Qian Lang took it.

My impression of Manager Zhou improved even more.

Things were done so quickly.

And the contract was even more straightforward.

"North China market, 40 per year."

There weren't even any harsh terms.

What's there to think about?

agree!

shake hands!

dinner!

Let's go to the Jianguo Hotel!