182: Invitations
Wang Cheng received a call from Mother Zheng. She said that she would come to him and asked him to give her an address. How could Wang Cheng dare tell her that he lived in Binhai Garden? He told her a nearby address and they would meet there.
Chu Yifeng was not in the villa. He went out to work with David early this morning to do errands. It was said that they had a cooperation plan with a large company. This time, David went together with him for that cooperation plan, and today was the first negotiation.
Wang Cheng didn’t have a car in the Imperial Capital. He was driving a car given by Mother Zheng, a dark blue McLaren worth three to four million. Originally, Mother Zheng Cheng sent a red Ferrari, but Wang Cheng wasn’t really interested in a red sports car. So, Mother Zheng switched to this McLaren, and no matter whether he agreed or not, she left the car.
He drove the car to the place where they agreed to meet. Before Wang Cheng went in, he saw Mother Zheng beckoning towards him with excitement through the glass window. A drop of cold sweat beaded on his forehead; in many cases, he was a bit overwhelmed by Mother Zheng’s enthusiasm.
"Chengcheng, how did you know of this tea restaurant? The atmosphere is very good, Mom likes it very much." Mother Zheng held up a hot cup of tea. The older one got, the more one paid attention to health. Many adults and elders liked this type of quiet and leisurely place.
"I saw it when I passed by, I thought Mom would like it," Wang Cheng said as he sat down. In fact, it was also to David's credit. Yesterday, he went out to finish business and brought food from this tea restaurant back.
Mother Zheng was very happy. No matter what Wang Cheng’s true reason was, she had the feeling of being cared for by her son.
The waiter came over and asked them what they wanted. Although the tea restaurant sounded like it served just tea, in this diverse world, businessmen who were good at business knew how to attract customers.
Mother Zheng was not picky about food, so Wang Cheng ordered two drinks and a few snacks according to his own opinion, all of which were light. The things were delivered soon.
Wang Cheng picked up his chopsticks and put a small piece of red bean paste on Mother Zheng's plate. The red bean paste was very small, only half the size of a baby's fist, basically one bite could be taken. The taste was sweet but not too greasy; there was only a faint sweetness. Wang Cheng heard Father Zheng say that Mother Zheng used to like sweet things very much, but now that she was older, her taste gradually grew fainter, and she could not eat too many sweet things.
"You eat it, too." Mother Zheng gave him a piece of fried cake. The bread contained cream, and it tasted delicious. The cream would flow out with a bite, it was very sweet.
When Wang Cheng saw that she was happy, he cooperated with her. After a while, Mother Zheng took out a stack of cards delicately printed with gold from the side of her bag and gave it to him.
"Chengcheng, these are the invitations for your birthday party. Mom has already made it. You can see which of your good friends that you invite can come. If it’s not enough, you can get more from mom."
Wang Cheng took a look at the cards, it was a thick stack, almost twenty. Of course, he had good friends, but he definitely didn’t need so many. He pulled out five of them and returned the rest to Mother Zheng. "Mom, I don’t need so many, that's enough."
"That is only five of them." Mother Zheng was surprised. She thought that young people like Wang Cheng should have a group of good friends.
Wang Cheng didn't want her to misunderstand, and explained: "Mom, not everyone can be a good friend, only a few good friends are enough."
Although Mother Zheng accepted his remarks, she still forced five cards on him, saying that if he suddenly remembered who he wanted to invite, he could use them, and keep them if he didn’t use it. Anyway, there was no shortage of cards.
Wang Cheng didn’t know whether to cry or laugh and had to accept it.
Mother Zheng finally saw her son, and was unwilling to leave like this. After she finished eating, she pulled Wang Cheng to do a lot of things. In the end, she took a check from her bag and put it in front of Wang Cheng.
"Mom, what are you doing?" Wang Cheng almost spit out the water he had just drank, and quickly pulled out a paper towel to wipe his mouth. Why did she suddenly give him a check?
Mother Zheng blinked, "This is your pocket money."
Wang Cheng glanced at a string of zeros on the check. It was the first time he saw such a huge amount of pocket money. He said, "Mom, I don't need pocket money. I have money to spend."
"Mom knows that you are not short of money for the time being. This is pocket money that your mother wants to give you. Your brother and sister also have it, Mom gives it to them every month."
"Isn't my brother working?" Wang Cheng was suspicious.
Mother Zheng coughed, "Before he worked."
Wang Cheng couldn't help but smile, "Then I don't need it anymore if I’m working."
"That's different. I hadn’t given you pocket money when you were growing up. I just want to make up for the shortcomings from when I was not around in your childhood. I want you to live a better life. Is such a small wish not okay?" Mother Zheng’s expression dimmed.
Even though knowing that she was pretending to be pathetic, Wang Cheng couldn't bear it. Forget it, he would just accept it. After that, he would come out and honor her later.
Mother Zheng smiled immediately.
The two left the tea restaurant together. Wang Cheng's current driver from the Zhou family escorted her away before walking to the place where he had parked. A red Ferrari was parked next to his McLaren, like the one Mother Zheng wanted to give him. He did not see when they came. Wang Cheng didn't care and was about to drive away, when footsteps suddenly sounded behind him. The Ferrari roared to life at the same time.
Wang Cheng glanced aside and found that it was two young women stylishly dressed and wearing stiletto heels that were the Ferrari's car owners. He didn’t give them any mind, until one of them suddenly cursed 'little white face' in a low voice. Although the other side didn't name him, Wang Cheng felt that the woman was scolding him.
He had never seen this woman before. He thought, he couldn't have offended her. Where did ‘little white face’ come from? Wang Cheng hadn't figured out why, when the Ferrari already drove out. However, before leaving, the car suddenly paused near him. The woman in the driver's seat turned to look at him, and suddenly smiled badly, giving him an upside-down thumbs up. The car then drove away.
Wang Cheng glanced back at the tea restaurant. The two should also have come out from inside. Should they have seen Mother Zheng give him a check and mistakenly think that he was a little white face who ate a rich woman’s soft rice?
[T/N: Basically that he’s a sugar baby.]
It was not impossible for them to think this way. Although Mother Zheng was in her fifties, she was as well-maintained as if she was in her 30s or 40s. Her skin was not wrinkled like her peers’, and she would seem just like a rich woman in the eyes of others. If they did not hear their conversation, it would indeed resemble the drama of a little white face and rich woman.
Wang Cheng drove away and quickly left the matter behind. He had ten invitations in his hand. He also had to think about who he wanted to invite.
Chu Yifeng and David came back half an hour later than him. Negotiating with a group of treacherous businessmen took a lot of time. As soon as David entered the door, he followed the scent of food straight to the kitchen. His saliva suddenly overflowed; fortunately, there was a rich and delicious meal to eat when he came back.
Before Wang Cheng could ask it of him, David ran over and helped to carry the dishes. Usually, the task was done by Chu Yifeng, but David robbed him of it after arriving.
"How did the things go?" Wang Cheng gave Chu Yifeng some braised pork ribs, which was one of his favorite dishes.
"Just more talking," Chu Yifeng replied.
Once the issue of interest was involved, the attitudes of both sides were very tough, and it was generally impossible not to negotiate several times.
David also liked braised pork ribs very much. He had eaten it before when he came to China, but it didn’t taste as good as the ribs cooked by the boss lady. Chu Yifeng only ate two pieces. His chopsticks were stretching for the fifth piece but a pair of chopsticks appeared to pinch his target. David looked up and saw his boss’ grim expression and cold eyes. His hands trembled, and he quietly retracted his chopsticks to switch to drinking soup.
"You went out today?" Chu Yifeng's gaze moved back again. He had noticed that Wang Cheng's clothes were different from what he saw this morning.
Wang Cheng clipped food with his chopsticks and nodded. "I met my mom at a tea restaurant and talked about the birthday party."
The dishes were again washed by David, who was diligent in working. He lived in the villa for two days, and regarded the villa more and more as his own home. Maybe it was more comfortable than living in his own home.
Wang Cheng and Chu Yifeng went to the living room to take a rest and he took out ten invitations from Mother Zheng. After he came back, he had thought about it, but he didn’t have many friends. He could only think of Huang Tong’an and Tong Yangyang. He didn’t know yet if Tong Yangyang was able to come, so he had to call and ask first.
Chu Yifeng watched him bite the pen and ponder, and said, "And your elder brother."
Wang Cheng took a moment to react to which elder brother he was talking about. Then, he immediately knocked on his head. "You're right, I have to give my elder brother an invitation."
This elder brother naturally referred to Wang Ning'an. Although the Zhou family might also send invitations to Shenghui Group, Wang Ning'an was only a vice president of the company. He was afraid that it was not his turn to attend such a banquet. In his current capacity, if Wang Ning'an could attend his birthday party, he could meet more people in his circle at the banquet. It would do no harm.
So, with a big wave of his hand, the three characters “Wang NIng’an” were written on the card. Wang Cheng didn't know that doing this would bring Wang Ning’an a big surprise.
The Zhou family's banquet invited all the great figures in the Imperial Capital with a head and face. Being able to come to this kind of banquet was a symbol of status. It was a place where second-class families couldn’t even get their heads in. Wang Ningan, a small person without a background or backing, was even less likely to get an invitation.
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