Chapter 567: What does Alzheimer mean?

Jiang Yanran realized she truly did not understand Zheng Qian.

Before, ten billion had already felt absurd, but now he was casually pulling out trillions...

As expected, money makes people look more handsome and gives them an aura; this is true. Just as Chen Chou said, even if he were better at fighting, he would only inspire fear. But Zheng Qian only needed to spend money to make people kneel directly on the ground.

Although they weren't kneeling to Zheng Qian, but to the money, that money still came from Zheng Qian's hands.

Even Song Qingli had clearly been completely overwhelmed in the office at that time.

If Zheng Qian hadn't left, he probably would have been tackled by Song Qingli right then and there.

Chen Chou asked himself, and he knew his martial arts skills didn't have that kind of power.

Jiang Yanran was the same way now. She herself was very wealthy; she was the young lady of Jiangnan, the undisputed head of Asia Shipping, rolling in money, and sought after wherever she went. But Zheng Qian's ability truly frightened her.

She had seen people flaunt their wealth, but never like this.

Directly transferring a trillion into an account? I really am...

However, if everything Zheng Qian said was true, and he really poured such a huge amount of capital into it, I'm afraid it wouldn't just be Xingtu Group; no one in the entire country would be able to survive. This "free" tactic was truly explosive, and Jiang Yanran couldn't help but feel a bit worried.

She hesitated for a moment, then tentatively said:

"Zheng Qian, actually I really hope you are joking. Have you thought about what kind of consequences such massive capital will cause? Because you will be creating so many enemies at the same time, and among them, there's no guarantee there won't be people who take extreme measures. You..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but she trusted that Zheng Qian would certainly understand what she meant.

Zheng Qian waved his hand and smiled as he stubbed his cigarette into the ashtray. Watching the curling smoke rise, his expression seemed to be hidden within it, making it hard to see clearly, but one could faintly hear his words:

"A dull life is too boring. I hope to live a bit more excitingly."

After speaking, Zheng Qian stood up. "Let's go, let's go somewhere else to eat. You've come from afar as a guest, and although I'm not a local either, I can count as half a host. I'll take you to eat some famous local specialties—a Yebai snack shop."

Jiang Yanran was feeling a bit dazed at this moment, but she just nodded and stood up with Zheng Qian.

But soon her brain came back to her a little...

Local specialty? Yebai snack shop?

Isn't this Shanghu?

"Oh, my apologies! President Zheng, President Jiang, I just had some business to discuss, so I took a client to a foot massage parlor. The girls were especially pretty, so I added a few hours and lost track of time. You won't blame me for delaying our meeting, will you?"

Just as they were about to leave, they happened to run into Tang Chuanyan, who was pushing the door open. The latter grinned, his mouth running off with nonsense.

Zheng Qian sneered inwardly. You're such a big boss, and you go to a foot massage parlor? If you like having your feet washed so much, why not spend money to find some female celebrities to come to your home to serve you? It was clearly a lie, and one that was obvious at a glance.

The point was just to disgust Zheng Qian and Jiang Yanran. There was only one meaning: I was late on purpose, so what can you do about it?

Jiang Yanran frowned tightly; she had no good feelings toward Tang Chuanyan. Before, he wouldn't have dared to speak to her like this, but now, relying on the backing of the Shanghai Americas Club, he was becoming increasingly arrogant and reckless. She wished she could slap her high heel directly onto his face.

No, that wouldn't be good. Why would she want to reward him?

"President Tang, it's no problem. Which foot massage parlor is it? Can you introduce it?" Zheng Qian's face showed no emotion, and he even wore a faint smile. "President Jiang has come from afar and is probably exhausted right now; getting a massage would be good. What number technician did you call? Is it number 8? Number 888? Or number 8888?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Chuanyan subconsciously glanced at Jiang Yanran's jade-like feet. The perfect curve wrapped in black silk made even a man of his age unable to help but secretly swallow his saliva.

He thought to himself, why would one need to find any technician? I could provide the service for free!

But he certainly couldn't say that. He hadn't actually gone to a foot massage parlor; he was just spouting nonsense. He just stammered, "Uh... um... that... um..."

"Ah, never mind. President Tang is getting on in years; perhaps you have something like Alzheimer's, so it's okay if you can't remember."

"This is a cup of tea I just poured for you. Hurry up and drink it while it's hot."

As Zheng Qian spoke, he casually picked up a teacup from the table.

Tang Chuanyan was still pondering what Zheng Qian's words meant, but he instinctively took the teacup. He looked at it warily; there were three teacups on the table in total, and two of them had clearly been used, likely by Zheng Qian and Jiang Yanran.

So this teacup must not have been used. He couldn't help but sneer inwardly; he really wished this scene could be captured on camera.

Zheng Qian, who had been so arrogant at the Chunshen Club just two days ago, was actually taking the initiative to serve him tea. Wasn't this a sign of admitting defeat? Heh, with just this much ability, he still wants to engage in a business war against someone like me?

In the room, only Jiang Yanran was struggling to hold back her laughter. If she remembered correctly, this cup didn't contain ordinary tea. It was the tea Zheng Qian had used to rinse his mouth... he had just spat it into this unused cup a moment ago.

"Good! Hahaha, since Little Zheng has taken the initiative to pour tea, I will naturally accept it with pleasure! Little Zheng, tell me, if you had this realization earlier, would I have needed to keep you waiting for so long? Really, you almost narrowed your own path! You almost ended it!"

Tang Chuanyan gave Zheng Qian a reproachful look. Then, he drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, a look of great satisfaction on his face. However, he vaguely felt that the taste of the tea seemed a bit off.

"Heh, President Tang is right to lecture me." Zheng Qian didn't say much more, just said indifferently, "President Tang, your time is precious, and we've chatted enough. I think we should end it here for today. Another day, when there is an opportunity, we will discuss it in detail."

After speaking, ignoring Tang Chuanyan's stunned expression, he took Jiang Yanran's hand and left the room.

Jiang Yanran's heart fluttered at first. Her hand had never been held by anyone before...

But she glanced cautiously at Zheng Qian; he didn't seem to be taking advantage of her, and she didn't pull her hand away either. Furthermore, she didn't know what was happening, but being held by a man, that feeling was extremely strange.

"Chatted enough for today? What did we even chat about?"

It wasn't until five minutes after Zheng Qian left that Tang Chuanyan finally came to his senses.

He suddenly remembered the term Zheng Qian had used earlier, so he quickly sent a voice message to his assistant: [What does Alzheimer's disease mean?]

[President Tang, it means senile dementia.]

[Bang—!]

Tang Chuanyan immediately smashed his phone onto the ground, his whole body trembling with anger.

What is the most painful thing in the world? It is when someone insults you, but you didn't realize it. Then, one day you suddenly learn the meaning of the joke, but it is already too late to fight back.

What is even more painful than the most painful thing? It is when someone insults you, you realize it, but you only think of how to fight back after you get home, and it is already too late.