Chapter 646: She Wants to Offer Help in Times of Need

"Is that... Shang Rongyan's... voice?"

Pei Moyan was completely stunned and spoke involuntarily.

Zheng Qian smiled bitterly, nodded, and shrugged. "Sigh, it seems I misjudged her. Who knew Miss Shang Rongyan had such hidden depths? This roaring Shenglang Platform, I reckon even the most powerful Buddhist monk would be left in awe. If one didn't know better, they'd think the Lion's Roar technique had been learned by an outsider, and they were coming to drag her back to eat vegetarian food and chant scriptures. Sigh, what a pity for such a young girl."

"Pfft—"

Pei Moyan burst out laughing.

Zheng Qian's ability to spout nonsense was always on point, and she couldn't help but shake with laughter.

I wonder what it would feel like if Xu Yehan saw this scene. The goddess in his heart was giggling incessantly because of Zheng Qian, not to mention the two swaying mounds of softness before her, which left people feeling dizzy and mesmerized.

"Alright... the situation is this: do you know which brand of foreign liquor our countrymen like the most?"

Pei Moyan readjusted her state and said leisurely.

Zheng Qian waved his finger. "It's not about the brand, but the word 'foreign.' If I'm not mistaken, your plan is to export and then sell domestically. Create a brand in France, build up its reputation, and then focus on the domestic market, right? Make people think it's a famous new type of foreign liquor, and not a brand from you, Pei Moyan, or Shangchen Group, right?"

Hearing Zheng Qian speak with such eloquence, Pei Moyan's eyes lit up.

She couldn't help but nod and praise, "Exactly. That is precisely my intention. But you know, this isn't a blue ocean; furthermore, in France, it's already a deeply red ocean. It's no longer a matter of whether the competition is fierce or not. Therefore, I need money—a lot of money—to open up the channels, which is why I tried to get Shang Yanxiong to join."

"But! Having said that, I have a lot of confidence in this wine! The taste is really quite good!"

Zheng Qian waved his hand, seemingly indifferent to this.

He lit a cigarette and said flatly, "This world is no longer a world where the product is king. No matter how good your taste is, it can't compare to sentiment, history, atmosphere, etc. To put it bluntly, it's marketing. If the marketing is done well, people will even buy sh*t."

"I don't have much interest in investing in any industry, but I am very interested in throwing money around."

"We can talk, but aren't you afraid that Shang Yanxiong will be angry with you?"

Mentioning the three words 'Shang Yanxiong,' Pei Moyan's brows furrowed slightly, and she couldn't help but press her lips together tightly.

Although she hadn't met him many times, every time, the feeling was different. Especially the look in Shang Yanxiong's eyes, hidden behind tortoiseshell glasses, as if he wanted to swallow people alive—every time she thought of it, she would tremble slightly.

It didn't look like the gaze of a person.

It was like some kind of animal.

"Shang Yanxiong is indeed very interested, but he doesn't seem to be in the mood right now."

"He is very rich, and currently seems to have the upper hand in the contest with you. But... after meeting you, I'd rather bet that you will be the one to win. Zheng Qian, I will provide all the help I can, with only one condition."

As she spoke, Pei Moyan's gaze gradually became firm.

She looked deeply at Zheng Qian, deciding to make a big gamble. Compared to Shang Yanxiong, she believed that in a sense, Zheng Qian at least seemed like a normal person. She was genuinely worried that if she spent too much time in contact with Shang Yanxiong, she would become increasingly strange. In fact, these signs had already started to appear.

"What condition?"

Zheng Qian took a puff of his cigarette and said leisurely.

Pei Moyan took a deep breath and looked directly at the former, "Become a shareholder of Qianlu Group."

If Pei Moyan hadn't been saying this so seriously, Zheng Qian would have even thought she was joking. She surely didn't know what becoming a shareholder of Qianlu Group meant. It wasn't just a simple group; it was the base camp for the girls.

Was she trying to offer herself up?

He glanced at the Favorability.

[Pei Moyan Favorability: 50 points]

50, neither high nor low, neither good nor bad. Clearly, she didn't know the significance of becoming a shareholder of Qianlu Group. Zheng Qian pondered for a moment, then said with a smile, "It's not impossible, it can be considered, but I can't give you an answer right now."

"And to be honest, you don't have enough chips to attract me either. Right now, I..."

"No."

Before Zheng Qian could finish, Pei Moyan shook her head.

She smiled, lit a slender 520, placed the heart-shaped filter into her mouth, and nodded confidently. "You will need me, but just as you said, not now. I have some connections with the Hong Kong Jockey Club; at a critical moment, they might become an unexpected force. We might not reach an agreement today, but I will wait for your news over the next few days."

Zheng Qian actually understood Pei Moyan's thinking very well.

In her view, he was currently at a disadvantage in the business war with Shang Yanxiong, but there was still a chance for a desperate counterattack. And what she wanted to do was to "offer help in a time of need." Compared to "adding flowers to the brocade" for Shang Yanxiong, this seemed more sincere.

Giving help at a critical moment would allow her to get more.

However, was that really the case?

"Do you have any children?" Zheng Qian suddenly asked.

Pei Moyan: ???

She didn't recover for a long time, not knowing what kind of brain circuit Zheng Qian had.

After a quarter of an hour of silence, she stood up with a blushing face and spat angrily, "I don't even have a boyfriend, what children would I have? You, you, you, you... what do you mean by asking this? Do I look that old?"

"Girls should smoke less, otherwise it won't be good for the children in the future."

Zheng Qian said seriously.

"Mind your own business!"

Pei Moyan pushed the door open and left, her face blushing.

Her irritable nature made her want to smoke another one, but for some reason, she stuffed the cigarette back into her bag.

A little earlier, Shang Rongyan was being interviewed.

She sat with her legs crossed, still wearing that indifferent expression. She was very confident that as long as Pei Moyan told Zheng Qian her true identity, reasoned with him, appealed to his emotions, and brought up the name of the Shanghai Americas Club, it would definitely make him kneel.

And obediently send her back!

Good heavens, her brother was Shang Yanxiong.

In the entire upper society of Shanghu, who didn't know this personage? Even in the entire region south of Kyushu, he had a very profound reputation and image.

What was a mere Zheng Qian?

How dare he place the Second Miss of the Shang family under house arrest here? Was he tired of living?

"Hurry up and start the interview. Once we return to Shanghu, I'll show your crew my house and the like. Hehe, if I'm not mistaken, we can go back before dark. Really, let's start."

Shang Rongyan fiddled with her hair, saying boredly.

It was just a pity that her manicure had snapped because she was too angry. Damn Zheng Qian, that was an extra crime.

But how could she know that when Pei Moyan went to find Zheng Qian, she hadn't talked about this at all!