100: Chapter 100 The Levels of Clothing

The next day.

Chen Cheng went to the company unusually early. There was work to handle today.

"Chairman, the candidate for the President of the Shenmao Bank branch has been chosen, and it's not Banker Zhao."

"Oh? Really? Then who is the new President?" Chen Cheng frowned, though he wasn't entirely surprised.

"Li Sen. He's from the head office, a returnee from the academic clique."

Chen Cheng thought for two seconds about whether to make a phone call, then abandoned the idea.

What Zhao Hui needed wasn't comfort, but fire support.

He nodded. "Alright, I understand."

"Then our cooperation with Shenmao Bank..."

As he finished speaking, Qu Honglei carefully watched Chen Cheng's expression.

Hmm?

Chen Cheng's eyes narrowed as he glanced at Qu Honglei. Qu Honglei's heart skipped a beat, the muscles on his face twitching slightly as he explained:

"I'm worried that continuing to cooperate with Banker Zhao might offend the new President."

Chen Cheng smiled expressionlessly. "The branch president may have changed, but as long as the president of the Binjiang Sub-branch is still Zhao Hui, we will continue to coordinate with whoever we were supposed to coordinate with."

"It's easy to add flowers to a bouquet, but difficult to provide charcoal in the snow."

"Ah, I understand, Chairman."

Chen Cheng watched Qu Honglei's back as he exited the office, a slight curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Where there are people, there is a Jianghu; there are conflicts of interest. Some other bank had set its sights on that fund and wanted to use Qu Honglei to pull some strings.

Having been in the financial world for so many years, Qu Honglei naturally had his own connections and circles.

If Li Sen were to stay long enough, Chen Cheng might also choose to 'add flowers to the bouquet' and give this business to Li Sen to maintain the relationship.

As for Zhao Hui, a simple excuse of 'pressure from investors' would have sufficed.

Unfortunately, Li Sen was a 'dead man walking'.

Before long, Wu Xianlong, desperate to get a loan and driven to extremes, would find every possible way to make Li Sen slink back to the head office in disgrace.

The position of President would still belong to Zhao Hui.

Banking relationships determined whether the next prey could be eaten smoothly.

Chen Cheng wouldn't easily let go of the 'Senior Apprentice Brother' connection.

Besides, with Zhao Hui's ability, as long as nothing went wrong, he would enter the head office sooner or later.

Not long after Qu Honglei left, Gao Yue came in with some documents.

Gao Yue was dressed in a professional suit and skirt, looking very capable, with a calm smile on her face. "Chairman, the venue and guests have been confirmed."

Chen Cheng took the documents to review while Gao Yue reported, "The time is set for next Saturday, the 15th. The venue is the conference hall on the 28th floor of the Shangpu Hotel. Per your instructions, the entire floor has been booked, so there won't be any other meetings on the day we use it."

"The guests..."

"After the closed-door meeting, there will be a simple buffet cocktail party. Guests who did not participate in the closed-door meeting will enter then."

Seeing that the report was mostly finished, Gao Yue asked, "Boss, it's lunch time. Should I order something for you, or will you go down to eat?"

Chen Cheng raised his hand to check his watch and thought for a moment. "Let's go down and take a look."

"Ah, alright." Gao Yue nodded and immediately took out her phone to arrange a reservation.

A short while later, Gao Yue led Chen Cheng into a restaurant in a nearby office building.

"Andy?" Chen Cheng was stunned for a moment when he saw Andy dining with someone.

"Chen Cheng," Andy stood up with some pleasant surprise.

Chen Cheng glanced at the person opposite her, his brow furrowing slightly before immediately smoothing out.

Sitting opposite Andy was Singularity, also known as Mr. Wei.

It looked like the two were finally having their online-to-offline meeting.

Chen Cheng put on a smile. "Having a meal?"

"Yes." As Andy spoke, her right hand made a writing motion.

Chen Cheng naturally understood her hint and reached out his hand toward Mr. Wei.

"Hello, I'm Chen Cheng, Andy's friend."

Mr. Wei had been sizing Andy up and was caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her friend, but he adjusted quickly and kept observing Chen Cheng.

Seeing Chen Cheng greet him, Mr. Wei smiled and reached out to greet him back.

"Hello, my surname is Wei, Andy's friend."

Chen Cheng nodded with a smile and turned to Andy. "Then you two enjoy your meal, let's chat when you're free."

Andy nodded.

After the greetings, Chen Cheng took Gao Yue to their reserved table.

Mr. Wei sized up the positioning of Gao Yue and Chen Cheng.

Gao Yue had her hair slicked back, wore a grey suit and skirt, and looked every bit the elite.

Yet, despite her elite appearance, she followed unhurriedly, a step behind this young man's side.

Mr. Wei immediately understood that this tall young man was not simple.

Chen Cheng sat in his chair and didn't really feel like browsing the menu, so he just ordered a set meal.

His mind was entirely occupied with how to throw some barbs at Mr. Wei.

A short while later, Mr. Wei called the waiter and paid the bill.

Andy turned around, preparing to say goodbye to Chen Cheng before leaving.

Unexpectedly, at that moment, Guan Juer came skipping over. "Sister Andy."

"Ah, Xiao Guan."

"This is great," Guan Juer said, overjoyed. "Quick, help me prove it. You were the one who dropped me off this morning, right?" She pointed at her two colleagues. "They insist it was my boyfriend."

Andy was amused by Guan Juer's naive and charming manner. "Ha~ I see."

"Then next time I drop you off, I'll stay a bit longer and wave to you from the window, okay?"

Gao Juer nodded happily. "Mhm, mhm."

Andy glanced at Mr. Wei and introduced, "Oh, right, this is my neighbor, Xiao Guan."

"And this is..."

In one lunch, he had encountered two groups of Andy's acquaintances; this meeting was truly something. Mr. Wei, whose brain was still spinning rapidly, reacted immediately when he heard someone cue him.

"Oh, my surname is Wei."

Andy's expression changed slightly.

When he greeted Chen Cheng earlier, she had noticed that Mr. Wei only gave his surname.

Now that it was reinforced a second time, she immediately felt uncomfortable.

Was his name some rare treasure that he didn't want to reveal at all?

Guan Juer gave a reserved greeting. "Hello, Mr. Wei."

"Well, we'll be going now. You two enjoy your meal." Andy was so annoyed she forgot to remind Guan Juer that Chen Cheng was at the table behind them, and she turned to leave.

"Bye, Sister Andy. Bye, Mr. Wei."

Once Andy and the other man were far away, Guan Juer's short-haired, beautiful colleague, Yin Yue, finally spoke.

"Hey, Xiao Guan, is that your neighbor?"

Guan Juer put down her bag and nodded slightly. "Mhm."

Yin Yue continued, "Your neighbor is wearing Armani, the full set, last year's collection. Our company's partner lady bought just a jacket last year and showed it off several times."

"But it's not surprising. She drives that kind of luxury car; the monthly maintenance alone is enough to buy a whole set."

"That man, he's got a few too many brands on him. The shirt is Prada, the jacket is Gucci. He's dressed very subtly, but it's very high-end."

"It's understandable. The people you associate with are always of a certain caliber."

Guan Juer was stunned by her colleague's words. "Why can you guys see all that? How come I can't tell?"

Gu Juan, sitting opposite her, smiled at the cute and dazed Guan Juer. "Wait until your internship ends and your salary goes up."

"By then, recognizing these brands will be easier than reading financial reports."

Guan Juer shook her head. "But without a logo, I definitely wouldn't recognize these brands."

"Let alone which season or which model it is."

"My clothes are all bought by my mom. Though they aren't big brands, they're all quite nice."

Yin Yue: "You're too naive, darling."

"You really think everyone buys these famous brands for the style?"

"Wrong! People buy them for the status, for the hierarchy."

"Like that Mr. Wei just now. He's quite ordinary-looking; if he weren't wearing that set of famous brands, would he be able to get a date with your neighbor?"

Guan Juer was left speechless.

"Then can I get a date?"

Guan Juer turned around and shouted in surprise, "Brother Cheng!"