Chapter 565: Does he have that much money?

"That may be so, but Wei Rusi started to analyze."

"Previously... well... now... hmm...?" Wei Rusi curled up wearily on the sofa, starting to contemplate life. She didn't really believe Zheng Qian was using drugs; after all, he was already that intense.

But things were indeed a bit different now.

She had to research this when she had the chance.

Meanwhile, Zheng Qian and Jiang Yanran headed to a teahouse. The person they were meeting was naturally the chairman of the Xingtu Group, Tang Chuanyan. This was an old rival, although in Zheng Qian's eyes, the two were no longer on the same level.

The predecessor to the Xingtu Group was Xingyao; he didn't know why they had changed the name later.

However, he didn't care much about that; he was just a little curious about how Tang Xingyu had been trained.

Back then, he had been driven out of Yebai like a stray dog. Was he studying abroad now, or had he used his father's connections to enter the Shanghai Americas Club? Next time they met, should he give him a little shock, just so he wouldn't forget the fear of being dominated by him?

"You... what are you doing?"

Just as Zheng Qian was thinking, an unusual voice came from Jiang Yanran beside him.

He looked down sharply, only to realize that he had habitually placed his hand on the thigh of the girl beside him. Jiang Yanran's thighs were fuller than the average girl's—not fat, but quite fleshy, and the texture was excellent.

At first, when his hand landed, Jiang Yanran had been stunned, her brain not reacting at all.

It wasn't until that scorching touch gradually moved upward that she suddenly realized.

She hurriedly stretched out her jade-like hand to tightly grip Zheng Qian's hand, stopping his attempt to explore further. Her pretty face was already incredibly flushed, but she still maintained the posture of an 'imperial sister' as much as possible. She glanced nervously at the driver, bit her silver teeth, and spat out:

"Let go of your hand quickly."

Zheng Qian hurriedly pulled his hand back. It was over; Jiang Yanran must think he was a pervert.

He swore it really wasn't intentional; it was purely out of habit.

During this time, the people by his side had been Wei Rusi, Su Yuanshuang, Song Yaxian, or even Cui Ziqing, who occasionally came to Shanghu on business... He was truly used to it. Fortunately, he hadn't reached directly for the lofty peaks.

"Uh... huh? What did you say?"

Zheng Qian feigned ignorance and said embarrassedly, "Oh, I fell asleep just now, I must have been sleepwalking, I'm so sorry! I've had too much going on lately, and my brain isn't working well enough. What did I just do?"

Jiang Yanran stared intently into Zheng Qian's eyes.

Zheng Qian's chin wasn't tense, his hands weren't subconsciously touching the back of his neck or brow bone, his eyes weren't drifting to the upper left, and his tone was calm and slow... Hmm, there were none of the micro-expressions that appeared only when lying. He was telling the truth.

"Nothing."

Jiang Yanran naturally wouldn't say what Zheng Qian's hand had just been doing.

A strange atmosphere remained in the car. Zheng Qian sighed with relief in his heart. His skin had become too thick after all this training; it really wasn't bad. Even lying like this, he could remain calm and collected. It seemed that a man needed to experience more things.

Soon, the car stopped in front of the teahouse.

Zheng Qian brought Jiang Yanran to the booked private room, but it was empty inside.

Jiang Yanran frowned, but Zheng Qian sneered in his heart. Good for you, Tang Chuanyan, are you trying to intimidate me? Deliberately late? Fine, very good. Originally, he had wanted to give the Xingtu Group a way out, but you have really narrowed your own path.

No, you've directly walked your path into oblivion!

"This Tang Chuanyan is truly too outrageous!" Jiang Yanran spat indignantly.

Her anger level was already maxed out. Since when, as the boss of Asia Shipping, had she ever needed to come find someone to negotiate like this? Weren't those people always rushing to come find her to beg for cooperation?

Tang Chuanyan's group was indeed large, but their Asia Shipping wasn't a pushover either!

Jiang Yanran rested her chin on one hand, while her beautiful nails on the other hand tapped continuously on the table.

It made a bling-bling sound.

It looked good, and sounded good too.

Jiang Yanran also knew that Tang Chuanyan wasn't easy to book, especially after joining the Shanghai Americas Club; the man had become even more inflated, making him increasingly difficult to meet. Zheng Qian had actually managed to call him out through connections, so she had originally held out hope.

But now that she couldn't see him, her disgust for Tang Chuanyan skyrocketed.

"Sorry Young Master Zheng, Tang Chuanyan... this... I..."

Looking at the WeChat message sent by Yuchi Lingxiao, Zheng Qian knew that as the middleman, he probably hadn't figured out what was going on either. Tang Chuanyan couldn't be reached by anyone for a while, and Yuchi Lingxiao was also very angry; he stammered, not knowing how to explain.

"I know. You don't need to look for him anymore."

Zheng Qian only sent these few words.

He picked up the phone, "Oh, my dear Miss Isabella, how have you been lately?"

Zheng Qian was different this time; he spoke in crisp, standard British English, with a London accent. He had naturally learned it after spending hundreds of millions in the system, but Jiang Yanran was stunned listening from the side. Zheng Qian's English was actually this good?

He liked the London accent.

He didn't like the American English pronunciation of—uh... uh...

Most importantly, the UK had titles and nobility. Zheng Qian had this much net worth; how could he speak the coarse language of American imperialism? Most importantly, he had heard Chen Chou speak English before, and it was extremely cool.

He wanted to try it too.

"So it is Mr. Zheng, hello! May I ask if you are looking for His Highness the Prince?"

Isabella's voice was still as crisp and sweet as ever.

Receiving Zheng Qian's call made her feel quite delighted, her surprise and joy evident in her words. Her voice was loud, so much so that even Jiang Yanran, sitting next to Zheng Qian, could sense it. Could this foreign girl also have a thing with Zheng Qian?

Hmm... why did I say the word 'also'?

"There is no need to call His Highness the Prince. It is like this... I know your shipyard has a batch of ships about to be delivered. I am willing to pay ten times the price to buy them and have them transferred to me, how about that? Oh, I want the ones about to be delivered too; the more, the better."

Zheng Qian was worrying about not knowing what new channels to find to spend money, and an opportunity had just arrived.

It really was a case of someone delivering a pillow just as he was getting sleepy.

"That is possible, but I need to ask His Highness for instructions."

"Hmm, and I know the Prince has amazing energy. How about this, I need a total of one thousand ships. I will send the specifications to you when the time comes. Of course, they must be medium-to-large ocean liners. See if you can help me arrange this..."

[Thump—]

Jiang Yanran was terrified hearing this.

What did he just say?

A thousand?

One thousand ships? Damn... having two hundred ships was already enough to rank among the top shipping companies in the country. What was Zheng Qian doing, getting so many? Most importantly... did he have that much money???