Chapter 389: Fortuitously Meeting Wu Bin

Ye Cheng hadn't continued speaking yet when he heard the door slammed open, and then the little secretary rushed in with several security guards.

"Boss, is someone robbing us?"

Lao Wang:...

Ye Cheng:...

No wonder it's the undercover agent Xiao Rou arranged; indeed they were eavesdropping.

"No one's robbing, hurry up and get out." Lao Wang was speechless.

After saying that, he suddenly remembered something,

"Oh, right, have accounting give him 100,000 yuan."

The little secretary glanced at Ye Cheng, eyes showing a hint of doubt and confusion, but still nodded and left.

"Alright, 100,000 yuan, damn it, these few scraps of paper are really expensive." Lao Wang looked pained.

"Like it or not, fine, I've taken the money; if you have any more questions next time, just ask me—I'm leaving now." Ye Cheng said, about to stand up.

Lao Wang pointed at him,

"You really are like that—pull up your pants and deny people, take the money and want to leave."

"Nonsense, am I supposed to talk feelings with you? I still have to go buy a boat." Speaking of buying a boat, Ye Cheng's voice visibly excited.

"Buy a boat? You already have a fishing boat, don't you?"

"Mine's too small; I'm going to get a 24-meter fishing boat—it'll be impressive, you haven't seen it; standing on it makes you feel superior."

"I've only heard of feeling superior driving a Rolls-Royce, never heard of feeling superior in a broken fishing boat."

"Tch, you don't know anything—buying a car is just a consumable, useless; buying a ship is an investment. I'm off. If you ever think of any questions, come ask me—I'll answer a few for free, hahaha."

Drawing a few sheets of paper earned 100,000 yuan—this is awesome.

Only those crypto bigwigs who spent tens of millions on bananas in later generations could compare.

After coming out, Ye Cheng followed the little secretary to accounting and actually received the 100,000 yuan.

After tallying, Ye Cheng's savings were 380,000, external debt 30,000, mortgage 300,000.

With 380,000, Ye Cheng felt buying a boat was a big step forward.

"Damn, should I give Lao Wang a lesson on crypto, AI, and big models? Maybe I can squeeze another few hundred thousand from him—then we won't even talk about used boats."

Even a new boat would be affordable.

Having gotten the money, Ye Cheng now only wants to go to the shipyard.

Just after walking two steps, a surprised voice came from behind,

"Ye Cheng, is that you?"

Ye Cheng turned around and saw his class monitor Wu Bin looking at him in surprise as he approached, followed by a few young people in shirts.

"Yo, class monitor." Ye Cheng casually greeted.

Wu Bin seemed to have completely forgotten the unpleasantness from the last class reunion, and came over enthusiastically shaking Ye Cheng's hand,

"Ah, old classmate, you said you came to our Wang Clan Group without telling me; I'm also a leader here, big or small—handling anything would be much more convenient."

Heh, this is just to show off being a leader, right?

"Yeah, our Section Chief Wu is well-known in the company." A clever young guy behind him immediately offered a fitting compliment, making Wu Bin feel extremely pleased.

"Oh, I have nothing else; I just came to give Lao Wang something." Ye Cheng said lightly.

"Lao Wang?" Wu Bin blinked, "Does our company have a Lao Wang? Which department?"

Ye Cheng pointed to Lao Wang's office at the end of the hallway, speaking casually,

"That, that Lao Wang over there."

Wu Bin turned his head and looked—damn, you're saying our Chairman Wang?

Lao Wang?

You dare call Chairman Wang Lao Wang?

Wu Bin was about to scold Ye Cheng, but suddenly recalled that day's class reunion—Ye Cheng seemed to know Wang Clan Group President Wang's nephew Wang Ke.

At the time Wang Ke said he was a stinky fish seller, and he had thought it was just looking down on Ye Cheng, but later he thought it over.

Given Wang Ke's status and cultivation, he shouldn't have said that about a fish seller.

Unless, he gets along well with Ye Cheng.

And today Ye Cheng again said he came to give President Wang a gift, which made Wu Bin even more suspicious.

"Ye Cheng, do you also know our President Wang?" Wu Bin asked tentatively.

"Yeah, we used to sell vegetables together." Ye Cheng replied, then continued,

"Well, class monitor, I still have things to do—I'm leaving now."

Saying that, Ye Cheng was about to leave, but Wu Bin wouldn't have it—he still wanted to feel out Ye Cheng's background.

"Don't go, old classmate—you hardly ever come by; I should at least do my host duty—let's eat together before you leave."

Ye Cheng glanced at him as if looking at an idiot,

"It's only 2 p. m.; what meal? I really have things to do—let's eat later and make another plan."

"I'm about to go spend money—don't block me."

Seeing Ye Cheng determined to leave, Wu Bin gave a glance to the few youngsters, tossed the documents in his hand over, and then said to Ye Cheng,

"I'm free this afternoon anyway; where do you want to go? I'll go with you—I know people around town, maybe I can help with whatever you need."

Ye Cheng narrowed his eyes, unable to fathom why Wu Bin suddenly became so enthusiastic, though it was probably related to Lao Wang.

However, I'm not clear on many things in the city; if he's willing to come along, that's fine.

"I want to go to the shipyard; it's a bit far—can you make it?"

"I can make it—I have a car; ride with me."

I came by motorbike, I don't need to take your car.

Oh well, let's go—it's rare to get into the city; are you really going to make me ride a motorbike? People who don't know might think you're a motorbike taxi driver.

Wu Bin grabbed Ye Cheng's arm, making Ye Cheng feel a bit embarrassed.

The car was parked downstairs, an 80% new Xiali.

The Xiali is a FAW model, much more economical and practical compared to a Passat.

"How about it? This car cost 50,000 yuan, I've had it for two years," Wu Bin said proudly.

These days, anyone who can afford a car is considered successful; as for those Mercedes and BMWs, only a minority own them.

But this Xiali is really just a means of transport, basically lacking any aesthetic appeal, no big-screen entertainment, no large fridge, no leather seats.

So Ye Cheng, upon getting in, lightly said,

"It's fine, that's just how low-end cars are."

Wu Bin almost slipped off the clutch with one foot—damn, a low-end car, but it's still better than your tin-can.

Seeing Ye Cheng's calm and composed demeanor, Wu Bin swallowed the retort he wanted to make; although he was dressed in rags, his bearing was about on par with President Wang's.

"Is there air conditioning?" Ye Cheng asked casually.

"There is, but it's just average."

"Then turn it on—I'm not used to no air conditioning, and there's too much dust." Ye Cheng said bluntly.

Wu Bin pressed his lips hard, turned on the air conditioning—damn, you're the boss, okay.

You'd better have some connection with President Wang, or else... humph!