Chapter 1665

"Brother Zhao Desan." Yingying smiled and blurted it out without a second thought.

"How did you know?" Zhao Desan asked, feeling a bit puzzled for a moment.

"Besides you, Brother Zhao Desan, who else could it be? We're the only two who made an appointment to meet here." Yingying removed Zhao Desan's hand, turned her head, and said with a grin, "Brother Zhao Desan, sit down."

As Zhao Desan walked to the opposite side of her to pull out the sofa and sit down, he slapped his own forehead, then let out an "Ouch!" in pain. Damn! He'd forgotten again that his forehead was injured!

Zhao Desan's cries of "Ouch, ouch" finally caught Yingying's attention. Only then did she notice the medical gauze on his forehead. She furrowed her delicate brows slightly and asked in confusion, "Brother Zhao Desan, what happened to your forehead?"

"Nothing... I accidentally bumped into a door." Zhao Desan answered truthfully.

"Bumped into a door?" Yingying asked, then couldn't help but burst into a giggle. "How could you be so careless? How do you bump into a door while walking? Did you see some beauty, get too focused on looking, and forget to watch where you were going?"

"That's right." Zhao Desan deliberately admitted to something that hadn't happened, wanting to see Yingying's reaction.

"No way, right?" Seeing Zhao Desan admit it, Yingying's two dark, shiny eyes immediately widened, her surprised expression mixed with a hint of disappointment.

Seeing that Yingying's reaction was exactly as he had imagined, Zhao Desan smiled with satisfaction. He reached out and flicked her high, perky nose, saying, "What do you mean 'no way'? I'm teasing you. Do you think your brother is that kind of lecherous person?"

The complex expression on Yingying's face finally returned to normal, and she said with a grin, "Brother Zhao Desan, aren't you lecherous?"

"Am I lecherous?" Zhao Desan widened his eyes, pointed at his own nose, and asked Yingying.

"Anyway, you've been lecherous toward me before!" Yingying muttered softly. A faint blush spread across her face, and she lowered her head quickly, stealing glances at him from time to time, waiting for his reaction.

"That was all last year's business." Zhao Desan felt that since Yingying could bring it up herself, he didn't need to be evasive, so he said generously.

"Brother Zhao Desan, you're still saying that? How long has it been since you paid any attention to me?" Yingying looked at him gloomily, sounding a bit resentful.

Seeing that Yingying held a bit of a grudge because he hadn't paid attention to her for a long time, Zhao Desan thought this just went to show that this wealthy young lady, with her excellent figure and appearance, was still interested in him. That meant tonight's good deed would surely go smoothly. While fantasizing about the evening's pleasures, Zhao Desan explained with a chuckle, "Yingying, you don't know that for the past six months, I've been busy with my promotion. I've been so swamped from morning till night that I couldn't find any time at all. Otherwise, why would I ignore you? I've been missing you like crazy."

"Brother Zhao Desan, you got a promotion?" Yingying asked, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Mm." Zhao Desan nodded with a bit of pride.

"Then we should celebrate tonight. Let me keep you company and have a drink, okay?" Hearing that Zhao Desan had been promoted, Yingying was very happy for him.

Zhao Desan thought quickly in his mind and felt this was a good suggestion. Alcohol could liven things up; some things were easier to say after a drink, and some things were even more enjoyable to do after a little alcohol. Thinking this, Zhao Desan nodded and said, "Alright, let's have a couple of drinks, brother and sister."

Yingying looked at him with a grin and had the waiter bring a bottle of red wine. After the waiter filled a glass for each of them and left, Yingying picked up her glass, held it high toward Zhao Desan, and said, "Brother Zhao Desan, congratulations on your promotion."

"Thank you, thank you." Zhao Desan hurriedly picked up his glass, responded, and met her glass. They clinked them gently, and then he saw Yingying lift her chin and down the glass of red wine in one gulp. Zhao Desan followed suit, put down his empty glass, and praised Yingying, who was refilling the glasses, "Yingying, your tolerance is amazing! You really are a heroine among women!"

Yingying said with a smile, "Brother Zhao Desan, you know, nowadays I have to handle all the company's negotiations. Sometimes I have to drink; it's all practiced. But I'm definitely not as good as you, Brother Zhao Desan."

"Not at all, not at all. I'm not very good with red wine." Zhao Desan took the glass Yingying had refilled and handed to him, saying modestly.

"Brother Zhao Desan, how did you think of me today?" After putting down the bottle, Yingying asked with a smile.

"I've been thinking of you for a long time, just never had the time. I'm free today." Zhao Desan said with great eloquence. He then took a small sip of wine, looked at the dishes already ordered on the table, and said to Yingying, "Eat, eat. Let's eat and chat, brother and sister."

"Mm, you eat too, Brother Zhao Desan." Yingying picked up her chopsticks and said with a smile. The glances exchanged between the two gradually became a bit ambiguous, perhaps due to the alcohol. As they ate and drank, the sense of estrangement from not seeing each other for so long quickly vanished, and the distance between them gradually closed.

Looking at Yingying, who was dressed with a touch of maturity, yet whose face and eyes revealed a fresh vitality—this unique charm was something Zhao Desan liked immensely. From time to time, he would sneak a glance at Yingying's very full and perky chest, which had an extremely strong visual impact. Just imagine: over 1.7 meters tall, a slender figure, thin legs and arms, but her buttocks and chest were perfectly developed. Especially her chest, a full 34D, hanging on that slender frame—what a blood-boiling sight that was. Looking at those two round jade peaks, Zhao Desan already felt his mouth watering. However, he wasn't so blinded by Yingying's alluring figure that he lost his head; before engaging in that blood-boiling good deed, he had to get the official business done during the meal.

Putting down his chopsticks, he took the initiative to pick up his glass, clinked it gently with Yingying's, took a small sip of wine, smacked his lips, and asked Yingying seemingly casually, "Yingying, have you fully taken over your family's business now?"

"Pretty much. I have to manage everything, big and small, now." Yingying nodded and said.

"Does that mean you have to deal not only with construction units and other partners but also with government departments? You must have a lot of social engagements, right?" Zhao Desan gradually steered the conversation toward what he had in mind.

"Yes, there are really too many social engagements. Only now do I realize that my father really had it very hard." Yingying nodded and said with some emotion.

"Then, do you have to manage the specific early-stage and late-stage building materials used by the construction units?" Zhao Desan continued to lead her on.

"Those are all handled according to the contract. It depends on whether it's 'Party A-supplied materials' or 'Party A-controlled materials.' It depends on the contract." Yingying used a piece of professional jargon.

Zhao Desan was stunned and asked, "What Party A-supplied, Party A-controlled? Sounds like Hepatitis A or B!" Although he didn't understand Yingying's jargon, he couldn't help but make a playful remark.

Yingying was amused by Zhao Desan's playful remark and giggled. Then, she restrained her smile and explained to Zhao Desan with great patience, "Party A-controlled means Party A controls it. It means the main materials used by the construction unit, like steel, cement, sand, etc., must be chosen from the list of suppliers provided by our company; they can't choose others. Party A-supplied means our company supplies the main materials, and our company decides which one to choose. The construction unit has no right to choose. Whichever one we pick, they use it unconditionally. Brother Zhao Desan, do you understand now?"

Zhao Desan nodded earnestly and said, "I understand. Hearing you say it like that, I understand now."

"We've strayed from the topic." Yingying said with a smile, "Let's talk about something else. It's not easy to meet you, Brother Zhao Desan, so let's not talk about work."

Zhao Desan pretended to have suddenly thought of something and said to Yingying, "By the way, Yingying, since we're on the subject, I happen to have a matter here that I need your help with. I wonder if you'd be willing to do this favor for your brother?"

"What is it?" Yingying widened her eyes, looking a bit surprised.

"It's like this. Since we were just talking about this, I remembered I have a relative who worked in a government agency a few years ago, but later got into a car accident. Now he's in a wheelchair, has a wife, and a six-year-old daughter. Their family is living hand-to-mouth and is very poor. However, relying on the state's preferential policies for the disabled, they just opened a very small company, mainly selling building materials like doors, windows, flooring, and the like. But they've never done business before, and so far, they haven't closed a single deal. The couple is very worried that their newly opened company will go bankrupt, and the money they scraped together will go down the drain. I'm afraid the couple might do something desperate. Yingying, do you think you could help them out with something?" Zhao Desan described the situation of Zheng Jie's family as very miserable, wanting to arouse Yingying's sympathy.

911. Chapter 898: Ulterior Motives

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