Maximize Interest, My Money Grows Infinitely-Chapter 26 - So Rich from Making Loans

Chapter 26: Chapter 26 So Rich from Making Loans

Chapter 26 -26 So Rich from Making Loans

Emerging from Gesili, Chen Cheng double-checked the data on the dashboard.

[Current Funds: 3,257,508.9 RMB]

[Spending: 8,270.6/1,000,000]

Despite having spent nearly 4,000 in just half a day, for Chen Cheng, it felt as if nothing had changed.

Xiao Meier carried her shopping bags, her heart aflutter as she walked on.

The moment in the fitting room when Chen Cheng had accidentally seen her naked was both embarrassing and oddly thrilling, as if a seed had taken root quietly in her heart.

She stealthily glanced at Chen Cheng from time to time, hoping to catch even the slightest clue or subtle change in his expression.

However, Chen Cheng looked as calm and composed as if nothing had happened.

“Did he really not see anything?

Impossible, we were so close…”

“Maybe he’s pretending not to care so as not to embarrass me?”

“Ah, what should I do now?”

These thoughts raced through Xiao Meier’s mind.

“Uh…

Xiao Cheng,” she finally mustered the courage to break the silence.

Chen Cheng lowered his head to look at Xiao Meier, and at that moment, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a familiar figure—Xia Yubing.

Surprisingly, during work hours, she wasn’t in her Beijing Banking Corporation uniform but dressed in eye-catching Chanel style.

Holding seven or eight LV shopping bags in her hand, and the crossbody bag slung over her arm was unmistakably authentic.

Seeing this, Chen Cheng couldn’t help but express the same confusion as Liu Ying: “A credit officer from a commercial bank, how can she be this wealthy?”

After Xiao Meier finished speaking, she saw Chen Cheng suddenly become distracted and asked curiously, “Xiao Cheng, what’s wrong?

Did I say something incorrect?”

Chen Cheng was surprised for a few seconds and, although he didn’t catch exactly what Xiao Meier had just said, he still nodded, “Right, how could sister Er make a mistake?”

Xiao Meier, hearing this, instantly beamed with joy: “Hahaha, I knew it would be fine!”

Chen Cheng smiled, “Let’s go.

I still need to find Shu Biao.”

“Okay!”

…

After dropping off Xiao Meier at the noodle shop, Chen Cheng drove to Feng Biao’s car dealership.

“Biao, I need to borrow a car,” Chen Cheng said as soon as he stepped into Feng Biao’s office.

Feng Biao, having just woken up from a nap, rubbed his eyes, “What kind of car?”

Chen Cheng pondered for a moment, “Porsche.

Got one?

Macan, Pamei, 718, anything works!”

Feng Biao lit a cigarette, “Sure, what do you need to rent a car for?

Picking up girls?”

“What pickup?

I’ve got a deal to talk,” Chen Cheng sat down, “I definitely need to keep up appearances!

Can’t go in my old Camry, can I?”

Feng Biao couldn’t help but laugh upon hearing Chen Cheng, “Haha, you’ve started to care about face now!”

After thinking for a while, “Pamei then!

You are doing business after all, driving a sports car wouldn’t be appropriate.”

Chen Cheng wasn’t picky, “How much?”

“How long do you need it for?”

“Just for tonight.”

Feng Biao said with a smile, “Then what money do we talk about?

Just fill up the tank and return it.”

With that, he made a phone call, “Xiao Li, bring over the keys for the Pamei in the garage.”

Chen Cheng smiled, “Next time let’s get a drink, call up Li Dinger and Xia Bao too.”

“As you mention it, I do have something to discuss with Li Dinger!” Feng Biao continued, “I really need to see him!”

Xiao Li brought in the keys.

Chen Cheng took the keys, “Alright, you guys set a time and tell me where, I’ll foot the bill.”

Feng Biao lit a cigarette, flipping through Ding Er’s contact, and said without looking up, “Drive safe!”

After retrieving the car, Chen Cheng sent a message to Tong Jialu.

“Manager Tong, are you free tonight?

I’d like to invite you to a casual dinner.”

As soon as the message was sent, he began browsing through Tong Jialu’s social media moments.

Like many young girls, Tong Jialu’s moments were filled with snippets of life.

Through the photos and texts she shared, Chen Cheng could glimpse her preferences and personality.

She loved to travel, often posting scenic photos of various places;

She also enjoyed food, from exquisite French cuisine to street snacks, all could be found in her social media moments;

Art, music, and books naturally wouldn’t be absent, as Tong Jialu often visits art exhibitions or concerts, also adding a few lines of insights copied from the internet to her posts.

Chen Cheng had been scrolling through her WeChat Moments for almost half a year and came to a conclusion—it was doable.

Tong Jialu: Mr.

Chen, you needn’t go to such trouble.

This is all part of my job.

Seeing her reply, Chen Cheng knew there was a chance.

Chen Cheng: I’m already on my way to Beijing for the release.

Chen Cheng: I’m waiting at the previous intersection of your bank, is that okay with you?

[The other party is typing…]

Thirty seconds later.

Tong Jialu: Fine.

Seeing this brief word, Chen Cheng felt confident.

He started the Pamei and headed straight for the agreed location, muttering to himself: “Got a handle on it.”

…

In the afternoon, at 5:30.

Chen Cheng stood by the Pamei, looking towards the direction of the release.

Before long, Tong Jialu appeared before him. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

After work, she changed into a light blue dress, revealing two onion-like slender legs.

Her long hair casually draped over her back, from afar she seemed refreshingly attractive.

Chen Cheng waved his hand, “Manager Tong, over here!”

Tong Jialu first noticed the Pamei parked by the road, her lips curving into a faint smile.

“Mr.

Chen, sorry to keep you waiting.” She stood still in front of Chen Cheng, “I was held up a bit after getting off work.”

“I just arrived a short while ago myself.” Chen Cheng gallantly opened the car door for her, “Feeling hot?

Get in for some air conditioning.”

“Thank you.”

Tong Jialu bent slightly and gracefully entered the car, not forgetting to adjust her skirt at the end.

Chen Cheng also got into the car.

Sitting inside, Tong Jialu surveyed the interior.

In her eyes, Chen Cheng was young, wealthy, and handsome—truly a diamond bachelor.

“Manager Tong, I know of a good French restaurant in Beijing.” Chen Cheng fastened his seatbelt, “Do you think it suits your taste?”

Tong Jialu stroked her hair, “I’m fine with anything.”

She pointed upward, asking, “Mr.

Chen, may I use the makeup mirror?”

“Sure.”

“Does your wife use this to touch up her makeup?” Tong Jialu added, “There are lots of jokes online recently, I don’t want to cause any trouble for you.”

Chen Cheng smiled and said, “I’m not married yet.”

“What?

How is that possible?” Tong Jialu took out her lipstick from her bag, “Such an outstanding entrepreneur like you isn’t married yet?”

Chen Cheng started the car, “Haven’t met the right person, I guess?”

He glanced at Tong Jialu in the passenger seat, “Seatbelt.”

“Oh!

Sorry.” Tong Jialu quickly twisted around.

It was only then that Chen Cheng noticed the clever design of her short skirt—it had a cut-out at the waist.

Her pale waist was suddenly exposed.

“Eh?

How does this work?

I’ve never been in a Porsche before.” Tong Jialu fiddled with her seatbelt, looking distressed.

“Shall I…” Chen Cheng motioned as if he was about to help.

Tong Jialu nodded.

Only then did Chen Cheng unbuckle his seatbelt, leant over, and a hint of jasmine fragrance wafted into his nose.

Click!

Chen Cheng secured it for her.

“Shall we set off now?” he asked.

Tong Jialu nodded, “Yes, Mr.

Chen.”

“You don’t have to call me Mr.

Chen, outside the bank, we’re friends.” Chen Cheng gently turned the steering wheel, “Just call me Dacheng.”

Tong Jialu applied a little more lipstick and turned with a smile, “Then can I call you Brother Cheng, is that okay?”

“Sure, Xiao Lu.”