Chapter 454: Rewarding You with a Small Goal

Zheng Qian didn't know what establishing a bank had to do with helping Jin Lu.

He was even less clear about what Jin Lu was doing right now.

But the only thing he could be sure of was that doing this was very important to Jin Lu, and that was enough. Although he admitted he was a bit of a playboy, Jin Lu held an extraordinary place in Zheng Qian's heart.

This sounded like a scumbag thing to say, but it was the truth.

Wei Rusi handled the paperwork quickly. As long as they obtained the license to operate a bank in Oman, the Shanghu branch could immediately begin operations. Originally, this process was extremely cumbersome, but how did she manage to pull strings?

Zheng Qian would soon get the answer to this question.

It was a phone call from a few days ago.

"Hello Zheng Qian, my name is Ran Xiang."

"I recognized you. We indirectly kissed that day, didn't we?"

"But I didn't drink that wine. Anyway... let's get back to business. I know you are helping Su Yuanshuang run for membership in the Songshang Club. I can tell you clearly that you cannot succeed because you have offended the Zhang family."

"So what?"

"I am officially inviting you to join the Chunshen Club, in the name of the president."

Hearing this, a peculiar thought flashed through Zheng Qian's mind. At the time, he had "run into" Ran Xiang at a bar in Subei, and back then, he was still a nobody.

Even if Ran Xiang knew about him spending billions in Jiangnan, it probably wasn't enough to justify her approaching him.

After all, in the vast Chunshen Club, there must be plenty of people with hundreds of billions in net worth. If he had to explain it... then perhaps she had known he was rich, very rich, all along.

Who told her?

Thinking of Jin Lu suddenly arriving in Shanghu, plus the fact that she introduced Wei Rusi and others to him...

Zheng Qian couldn't help but ask, "What is your relationship with Jin Lu?"

The other end of the line was silent for a moment.

"Actually, this isn't a secret that's hard to solve. The relationship between us is very simple. But I think... it would be better for Jin Lu to tell you herself. Zheng Qian, there are some situations I hope you can understand."

"Are you done?"

"I'm done, so what is your decision?"

"I refuse." Zheng Qian lit a cigarette and said with a sneer, "I don't know what kind of reason requires such secrecy. Why be so mysterious? Besides, is this how you invite people to join? I don't care if you are the president or not, in my eyes, you are just an ordinary woman. I've said my piece, that's it."

Before Ran Xiang could continue, Zheng Qian hung up the phone directly.

He was genuinely feeling very annoyed.

It was clearly a simple matter, yet these women kept trying to be mysterious. Moreover, things like the Chunshen Club really weren't as unattainable as others imagined in Zheng Qian's eyes.

Regardless of what kind of relationship she had with Jin Lu.

Just because she made a random phone call, did he have to run over and grovel like a lapdog?

Zheng Qian didn't have that habit.

A few days later, he and Wei Rusi boarded a plane to Oman.

Business was business; what he was annoyed by was Ran Xiang's secretive attitude. Establishing a bank was an imperative decision, and even without this group of people, Zheng Qian would still do what needed to be done.

Wei Rusi seemed to sense the change in Zheng Qian's mood and didn't dare to speak much along the way.

The city they arrived in was called Sohar, the second-largest city in Oman after the capital, Muscat, and also the second-largest port. It was a very important industrial, commercial, and trade center, and a famous international financial safe haven.

Actually, just after landing, Zheng Qian wanted to imitate the protagonist in some famous novel and kiss the ground first. But then he thought, 'Damn it, I'm in a foreign land, not returning home, what am I kissing?'

And there were foreigners everywhere; every move he made represented the image of China, so it was better not to kiss it.

The person in charge of picking them up was named Lindsay, a Chinese-American.

She was Wei Rusi's right-hand woman during her time on Wall Street and had impressive practical financial experience.

Originally, according to the documents submitted by Wei Rusi, Lindsay was supposed to be transferred to Shanghu to serve as Senior Vice President and Bank President. But due to current strategic changes, she was simply arranged to go to Sohar.

She was still a Senior Vice President, but she directly served as the president of the head office here.

"President Zheng, I've heard much about you. Seeing you today, you are truly extraordinary." Lindsay greeted him with a bit of flattery.

And her Chinese was extremely good, probably at most a second-generation immigrant.

If it were the old Zheng Qian, he would definitely have turned red from such flattery, thinking, 'What have I done? You've heard much about me and I'm extraordinary?' But he was different now; his skin was extremely thick.

He shook hands with Lindsay very calmly, smiled, patted her shoulder, and said earnestly, "Work hard, the organization will not forget your contribution. Is the hotel all arranged?"

"It's all arranged, right by the seaside. Let's head over now."

Lindsay was quite sensible. With one look, her assistant immediately went to take the suitcases.

"How many rooms did you book?" As soon as he sat in the car, Zheng Qian couldn't help but ask.

"One." Lindsay answered very honestly.

"Pfft—!" Wei Rusi was just about to take a sip of water to calm her nerves. Zheng Qian's aura had been oppressive the whole way, and she hadn't dared to breathe loudly. Hearing Lindsay say this out of the blue, she immediately sprayed the water out.

She widened her beautiful eyes and asked in disbelief, "How many?"

Zheng Qian was also stunned.

He didn't actually mean that; he just felt the atmosphere was a bit awkward and thought of a topic on the fly. But he never expected... this Lindsay was actually so "on the ball"? Just based on this awareness, Zheng Qian wanted to transfer one hundred million to her immediately. Promising!

"One." Lindsay repeated it very seriously.

Wei Rusi's cheeks were incredibly flushed. Her face was like a blooming cherry blossom, glowing with a blush, like the morning sun, vivid and alluring. Her eyes flickered, not daring to look directly at anyone, and the eyes hidden under her dark hair revealed deep shyness. Her mouth twitched slightly, as if trying to smile, but it was a bit stiff. Beads of crystal-clear sweat rolled down her delicate forehead, making one feel pity and a desire to protect her. Her body language appeared uneasy, as if she was trying her best to hide the deep shyness and anxiety in her heart.

This... this Lindsay! What is going on! How could you just book one room! You... Even if you booked it! Why did you have to say it in front of the driver and the assistant!

"I..."

Wei Rusi was about to speak, but Zheng Qian pressed her hand.

His gaze was very affectionate, he shook his head slightly, and said earnestly, "Forget it. Since one room is booked... then let it be. Don't cause trouble for Comrade Lindsay. Hmm, although she was born in a capitalist country, it seems she hasn't been eroded by sugar-coated bullets. Very good, very good."

"For this year's year-end bonus, I'll reward you with a small goal."