155: Chapter 155 Visiting Lin Miaomiao's Home

Sitting on the rest bench, Chris was panting heavily; he hadn't had such a satisfying match in a long time.

This guy was too good at running; no matter how Chris tried to maneuver him, he could reach every ball and return it to a position where Chris could hit it back.

Turning his head to look at Chen Cheng, who had a light sweat on him, he smiled and asked, "Chairman Chen, what's the fastest serve speed you've ever hit?"

Chris was truly curious now.

These ten sets were purely like an old man playing with a child; Chen Cheng had been feeding him balls the whole time, and he had enough discernment to realize that.

Chen Cheng thought for a moment. "Why don't we give it a try?"

“Try it?” Chris stood up, feeling a bit excited.

Chen Cheng smiled; giving Chris a bit of a shock might be helpful for the subsequent matters of the acquisition.

Chen Cheng also wanted to test for himself whether his ball speed had improved after all this time.

Without hesitation, he found a high-tension racket from his bag and walked to the baseline.

He closed his eyes for a few seconds, recalling the serve of the 'Human Cannon,' Andy Roddick.

Bounce, toss, lean back, swing, jump.

With a "bong," the sound was somewhat muffled, but in the empty arena, an echo was inevitably produced.

Looking at the numbers on the speedometer, Chris's jaw nearly hit the floor.

[225 KM/H]

After a long while, Chris gave a helpless smile; those sets just now were purely him playing along with me.

Chen Cheng looked at the numbers on the speedometer and smiled with satisfaction.

It had been about five months since the last time he played, and his maximum ball speed had increased by about 5%.

As expected, as long as one exercises, all physical attributes will slowly increase.

With this ball speed, his strength must have increased by at least 5%.

Watching Chen Cheng walk back, Chris showed a smile and spread his hands. "I still underestimated Chairman Chen."

"I didn't expect Chairman Chen to be as formidable at sports as he is at investing."

Chen Cheng smiled, not intending to be falsely modest. "I have decent athletic talent; I know a bit of everything."

"It seems Mr. Jun has walked right into my line of fire."

Chris laughed, somewhat speechless. "What else does Chairman Chen know?"

Chen Cheng shrugged. "The common ones—basketball, volleyball, badminton, cycling, running, swimming—I'm okay at all of them."

With the accumulation of two lifetimes, it wasn't strange to know a lot, was it?

The main thing was that 'use it or lose it' was a bit too effective; as long as you were willing to practice, becoming world number one wasn't some pipe dream.

Unfortunately, with Chen Cheng's net worth, he certainly wouldn't go off to become an athlete.

“All of them are that good?”

Chen Cheng shook his head. "I play tennis and basketball a bit more often."

“...” Chris felt a bit numb; this man's tennis level was at least top-tier amateur.

If he put basketball on the same level as tennis, didn't that mean he was also very good at basketball?

Chris smiled and extended his hand toward Chen Cheng. "I'm very glad to know a friend like Chairman Chen."

Chen Cheng smiled and shook his hand. "Mr. Jun is too polite."

After the pleasantries, Chris brought up the main business. "I can sell Company Name to you, but Company Name must agree to one condition."

"Oh? Mr. Jun might as well say it; if I can agree to it, I certainly won't be vague."

"Out of those seven hundred million, I want to invest five hundred million into your fund."

"Uh..." Chen Cheng gave a somewhat helpless smile.

When the market thinks you can make money, there's really no shortage of people rushing to deliver money to your door.

It was just that Chen Cheng was in a bit of a bind; Company Name's original plan was to raise 10 billion, but now the funds that had already completed registration and bank delivery amounted to 180 billion.

A lot of this was money that couldn't be refused; if all funds meeting the raising criteria were accepted, it would be over-subscribed even more.

Chen Cheng thought about it; the funds intended for the acquisition were actually us dollars, so it would be better to keep the capital outside.

As for the current Company Name Future No. 1, Chen Cheng didn't want to take a single cent more; it was too much and difficult to manage.

"How about this, I have a company in Hong Kong Island; I'll open a new product specifically for Mr. Jun."

Chris frowned and thought for a moment. "That works too."

What he cared about was Chen Cheng's profitability; where it was didn't matter, and besides, flexibility was even higher in Hong Kong Island.

The two of them reached an agreement and arranged to play another set.

Running frantically, yet always able to reach the ball and have the space to return it.

This felt even better than being fed balls by a coach.

Chris was thoroughly enjoying himself; after playing, he insisted on treating him to a meal.

Chen Cheng did not decline; this third-generation heir was no simple character.

One more friend meant one more path.

In the following days, the M&A team quickly moved into Company Name to conduct asset, financial, and risk audits.

Zhao Hui also began to follow up on the Company Name matter after work; his resignation report was going through the process.

Shenmao would transfer a new vice president over there; at the Binjiang Sub-branch, Su Jianren indeed caught a break and was promoted to Sub-branch Manager.

Chen Cheng didn't care about the process, but he still sent a fruit basket to Su Jianren.

A real fruit basket: dragon fruit, kiwi, bananas, apples, grapes, blueberries, and so on.

It wasn't some 'red fruit basket,' don't misunderstand.

On Friday afternoon, Chen Cheng went to Country Garden; Pei Yin had urged him to practice the piano several times already.

Since he happened to be free on Friday, Scum Cheng went.

Looking at the Great Handsome Guy standing at the door, Pei Yin was still a bit restrained.

As soon as the door closed, Chen Cheng felt what it meant to be like a wolf or a tiger.

The piano wasn't practiced anymore, but he learned quite a bit of 'instrumental' techniques; Scum Cheng was very satisfied.

At five o'clock, Scum Cheng whistled and went downstairs happily.

Occasionally having some 'aged vintage' had its own unique flavor.

Going down to the second floor, he ran right into Wang Shengnan, who was returning home from work.

"Mr. Chen?"

Chen Cheng also showed a smile and greeted her warmly, "Mrs. Lin."

Wang Shengnan was suddenly a bit embarrassed by the title. "What 'Mrs. Lin'? It's quite embarrassing."

"Mr. Chen should just call me by my name, Wang Shengnan."

"Then I shall obey—Sister Shengnan. However, Sister Shengnan should also call me by my name; 'Mr. Chen' sounds so distant."

"Good, good, good, I'll call you by your name too." Hearing the Great Handsome Guy call her 'Sister,' Wang Shengnan was instantly delighted and asked cheerfully, "Are you here to find Pei Yin to practice piano?"

"Yes, just finished practicing." Chen Cheng nodded with a smile on his lips.

Wang Shengnan thought for a moment and asked, "How about having dinner at our place?"

"You're always taking Miao Miao and the others out to play, and you even treated them to a live house; Old Lin and I feel quite bad about it."

Chen Cheng thought about it; he still had to give face to his future mother-in-law. "Then I shall obey?"

"Oh!" Hearing Chen Cheng agree, Wang Shengnan was instantly beaming with joy as she went to open the door.

"Please, come in."

Chen Cheng smiled and entered the house; it was a rented apartment for school accompaniment, with the same layout as Pei Yin's upstairs: two bedrooms and one living room.

"Please, have a seat," Wang Shengnan greeted Chen Cheng to sit on the sofa while she busied herself pouring water for him.

After attending to Chen Cheng, Wang Shengnan prepared to head to the kitchen. "Chen Cheng, you sit for a while; Old Lin went to pick up Miao Miao and will be back in a bit."

"I'll go get busy in the kitchen first."

Chen Cheng sent a message to Guan Juer; he was originally supposed to have dinner with her, so he had to let her feel a bit neglected for now.

After sending the message, he got up and went into the kitchen.

"Sister Shengnan, is there anything I can help with?"

Being a guest at someone's house and just sitting there alone was quite boring; it was better to do something.