Chapter 496: A Reasonable Introduction

After listening to her good sister's complaints, Zhu Suosuo nodded in agreement: "You are right, Uncle really went too far this time. He knew clearly that you and Zhang Anren have a good relationship, yet he still arranged a blind date for you—that's not right. But Nansun, looking at you when you talk about Wang Yan, you have a good impression of him. He has Tomson Riviera, a 2-million S8, and a watch worth over a million. Why are you so dead set on Zhang Anren? I still can't figure out what's so good about Zhang Anren."

While speaking, she put down her phone, and the unextinguished screen still stayed on the page of how much a house in Tomson Riviera costs...

"Zhang Anren is hardworking and motivated, what's not good about that? And Wang Yan analyzed Zhang Anren's house in Sanlin today. He said... Zhang Anren's conditions are actually quite good, already better than many people. It's just that in Shanghai, there are too many rich people. Although there might indeed be some bitter days in the future, I believe that in the longer run, relying on our efforts, it will definitely get better. I believe in him."

"Then does he believe in you?" Zhu Suosuo shook her head: "I didn't think highly of Zhang Anren before, but I didn't consider so much. After hearing Wang Yan's analysis, I think even less of him. His monthly mortgage is 15,000. If you count his other odd jobs, his salary is about 20,000, right? That leaves 5,000 for expenses—commuting, eating, socializing, and other living expenses like water, electricity, and gas. Aren't you going to continue your doctorate? I checked before; counting teaching assistantships, odd jobs, and subsidies, it's only five or six thousand a month."

"Isn't that enough? I support myself, and he supports himself."

"Big sister, wake up, will you? How much are the clothes you are wearing now, that bag, and that watch? Is five or six thousand enough? And I won't even mention your cosmetics. Your architecture department is in Baoshan, and Zhang Anren's house is in Sanlin—three hours back and forth a day. Money isn't enough to spend, sleep isn't enough, and you might have to go home to live and have your mother support you. If you don't want your mother's support, you can only argue with Zhang Anren every day over those hundred or eighty yuan, living a life of chicken feathers and broken pieces. Then I don't understand, you send yourself to his door to let him sleep for free, what are you aiming for?"

"Oh my, what are you saying?" Jiang Nansun blushed and glared at her good sister: "I am innocent, okay? We sisters have been together for so many years, don't you know?"

"Yes, I know. You are a white lotus, talking about the wedding night." Zhu Suosuo waved her hand: "But aren't you going to marry Zhang Anren? You also said you don't want a bride price, and you don't want your name on his house. Isn't that just sending yourself to his door to let him sleep for free, and having to eat chaff and swallow vegetables every day?"

"You don't understand. I'm different from you. I am satisfied with love." Jiang Nansun hummed, stopped dwelling on this topic, and turned to ask: "How are things going with that Mr. Ma?"

"It's okay, we are in contact. He has invited me to eat several times, and the places he goes are all quite high-end." Zhu Suosuo got excited as soon as she talked about this: "You don't know, the two of us sat in such a big private room, with discounts and gifts—he has a lot of strength."

Nodding, Jiang Nansun pondered: "How old is this Mr. Ma?"

"The age is indeed a bit older, thirty-three, eight years older than me."

"I think by comparison, Wang Yan's strength is stronger. My dad said Wang Yan's private equity management scale is 3.4 billion, ranking in the top 400 among private equity funds nationwide. The fixed management fee is generally less than two percent per year. Two percent of 3.4 billion is nearly 70 million, and this isn't the big money; there is also a twenty percent performance share. His performance is very good. And what's most critical? He is only twenty-nine. Except for those rich second generations, he is really very young. He also lost both parents. Although it's not right to say it this way, it really saves a lot of trouble."

Jiang Nansun looked at her good sister with a smile: "How about it? Do you want me to introduce you to him? Oh, by the way, I even added his WeChat. At that time, we talked a lot about architecture. He understands architecture very well, much better than me, a graduate student. Isn't this just using the excuse of asking for advice to add him on WeChat and introduce him to you?"

While speaking, she took out her phone, opened WeChat, scrolled to find Wang Yan, clicked on his avatar, and put it in front of Zhu Suosuo.

It was a full-body photo of a man in a suit, with his head turned to the side, sitting on a retro sofa chair, with a dark overall tone. The sitting posture wasn't very formal; his hands were casually placed on the armrests, and he was crossing his legs, giving people a lazy feeling. Zhu Suosuo zoomed in on the photo and stared at his face for a while: "He is indeed not bad, and he looks more handsome than Mr. Ma. His eyes are more spirited."

"Right? Do you want me to ask? The feeling he gave me was that he is still very easy to talk to. It shouldn't be a problem for you two to add each other on WeChat. I can only help you up to here; the rest depends on yourself."

Zhu Suosuo didn't speak. She scrolled through her phone, opened Wang Yan's Moments, and found only a horizontal line. She raised her head in confusion: "Not a single Moment? It's not fake, right?"

"How could it be fake? I don't know why, anyway he has a good relationship with my dad. Why would he bother to lie to me about such a small thing? I asked him, and he said it was just because he was too lazy to post and had nothing to share."

Jiang Nansun shrugged with a chuckle and took the phone back from her good sister: "I'll ask now. You don't have to refuse. Whether you become friends or not doesn't matter; improving the gold content of your Moments is also good. And aren't you unemployed now? Mr. Ma hasn't made any moves either. Perhaps he can help."

Would Zhu Suosuo refuse? Obviously not. She just wants money, and she can't earn as much as she wants, so naturally, she wants to close the distance with rich people. Moreover, she has had a few boyfriends over the years, and she has come up all the way from having no money to having a little bit of money. Plus, she is essentially living under someone else's roof, and she has a rich friend hovering right in front of her. So, she is not satisfied with just having a little money; she wants big money, she wants a life of luxury, and she wants to achieve class mobility even more. Right now, she is struggling because she can't reach those people, and although she is currently in contact with Mr. Ma, that doesn't stop her from getting to know Mr. Wang, does it?

She asked with slight worry: "Even if I can add him on WeChat, he won't find a job for someone like me who popped out of nowhere, right? After all, Uncle Jiang has only met him three times, and you met him for the first time. Originally, he was aiming for a blind date, but you didn't give him face. Oh, by the way, speaking of this, I remember. Your dad is so obsessed with stocks, and this Wang Yan is a professional. It must be that your dad is begging him, otherwise, he wouldn't have introduced you to him. You made your dad lose face today; won't he deal with you when you get home?"

"It's fine, I have my mom. You don't need to worry about me. As for letting Wang Yan find you a job..." Jiang Nansun shook her head indifferently, her hands typing on the phone *da da da*, and only then did she put down the phone and continue eating: "Alright, wait for his reply. Anyway, we are just asking; there's no loss. What if he helps out of kindness? Then wouldn't you have picked up a bargain? And it's me opening my mouth to tell him, it won't affect you. Anyway, I don't care; don't worry."

Zhu Suosuo pouted and hummed: "Nansun, you are really good..."

"We are each other's best friends. If I'm not good to you, who else would be?" Jiang Nansun lowered her head and ate noodles with a chuckle.

Just as Zhu Suosuo was about to speak, she watched the phone that had been resting on the table light up: "Is it Wang Yan?"

"Anxious?" Jiang Nansun teased, picked up the phone, unlocked it, looked at WeChat, and nodded: "He said thank you to me and also asked me to push his WeChat to you."

"What did you say?"

"I just said sorry about the blind date today and introduced my good sister to him, asking him not to be unhappy because of these things and not to affect his relationship with my dad. As a result, he agreed. I'll tell him about your situation now and ask about the job first."

After another round of *da da da*, Jiang Nansun curled her lips and operated to push the WeChat business card to her good sister: "He said finance is too professional, and you, a tourism management graduate from a second-tier university, can't do it. There is no position suitable for you at all. He said he would help you keep an eye on whether his friends have any suitable work for you. This is a refusal."

"It's fine, refusal is also reasonable. After all, I really don't know how to do anything." Zhu Suosuo picked up her phone, opened WeChat, let out a long sigh, edited the remarks, and clicked the request to add a friend.

It was basically passed in seconds. Looking at the blank dialog box, Zhu Suosuo deliberated on the wording to type, typing and deleting, deleting and typing. Finally, she let out another long sigh and edited a message to send out.

She said "Oh my": "I didn't know what to say, so in the end, I just sent a 'Hello, I am Zhu Suosuo'."

"What's there not to know? You just talk normally, relax."

"Can that be the same? He has money. Now I only know three rich people: one is you, one is Mr. Ma, and then there is him. The richest is him. Tell me, how can I relax?"

People are just like this. When they know the other party's strength is very solid, they always deliberate when speaking and are always cautious. When they know the other party is about the same as themselves or perhaps even worse, they will be very casual, having a psychological advantage.

Jiang Nansun shook her head: "Then I won't care. Look at yourself. But I still have to advise you, you must consider it well. Think about it, he is so rich and is still single at twenty-nine. I don't need to say the reason, right?"

"You thought wrong, Nansun. Although many rich people are like that, it still depends on the person. Some people are married, but don't they still have mistresses? Hey, he replied." Zhu Suosuo hurriedly looked at her phone: "He talked about the job search just now, praised you for being my good friend, and said he would help me keep an eye out. He said the blind date with you didn't work out, and that you introducing me to him was enough of a friend. He also asked if we were together. Hey, don't say, Nansun, I didn't expect him to be quite grounded."

"I told you before, he is a very good person. Humorous, knowledgeable, you'll know once you have contact. But how did he know we were together? Why don't you ask him?"

"Don't you have a phone?"

"I'm just finding something for you to say."

Zhu Suosuo giggled and typed on her phone. Before long, she looked at her good sister speechlessly: "He called your dad, asked by the way if you had gone home together, and then knowing you introduced me to him, he knew we were together. Another message came, saying he has something to be busy with these few days, will treat me to a meal in a few days, and then said 'Goodbye' and that was it. Obviously an excuse..."

While talking, she replied with "Anytime is fine, goodbye"...

"Maybe he is really busy. Eat, eat. I was just busy talking to you and the noodles got cold..."

Looking at the somewhat sexy photo on the phone, Wang Yan exited Moments, ignored the "Goodbye" that came again, and noticed that it was almost ten o'clock. He patted the driver's seat: "Master, no more strolling. Find a gas station to refuel, and then go back to Tomson Riviera."

He really didn't expect Jiang Nansun to find Zhu Suosuo and bring Zhang Anren along. Unexpected, but it could be considered reasonable. After all, Zhu Suosuo just wanted money, and he had money and was single. He had left a good impression on Jiang Nansun before, so introducing them was also fine.

The so-called birds of a feather flock together; Zhu Suosuo naturally also has problems. For example, the Mr. Ma incident she is currently in contact with—pretending to be rich when poor, and pretending to be poor when rich—that will definitely lead to two results. And she said she didn't like being deceived—truly "tea" talk. Of course, if you say it's because she didn't want to be entangled by Mr. Ma, although far-fetched, it's still a reason.

Later, when the Jingyan Group took back the things Mr. Ma bought for her, she got 80,000 yuan. With this money, one could rent an old, broken, small place for 4,000 or 5,000 for a year, yet she only had a few hundred yuan left in her card. Under such circumstances, she still spent money recklessly and lived in the attic of Jiang Nansun's house. She also seemed very sensible, giving money to the Jiang family grandmother to pay the rent. This brain is somewhat sick.

And with Ye Ye Jin Yan, when Xie Hongzu pursued her, saying she lacked fatherly love and lacked a sense of security, Zhu Suosuo cried bitterly and accepted this statement. But in reality, her father didn't die, so why go to that old guy Ye Ye Jin Yan to find fatherly love and security?

As for the matter with Xie Hongzu, she didn't like him at first, but later because she didn't find her father, she turned around and married him, and then she wasn't for money anymore and started talking about feelings. Isn't that sick? The boyfriends she dated definitely didn't have as many girlfriends as Xie Hongzu. The only reasonable explanation for being able to marry her in the end is the rebellious psychology of Xie Hongzu being controlled by his biological mother. To say how much he loved her, that would be meaningless.

A woman who has dated several boyfriends and realized she wants to find a rich man, talking about feelings. A rich man who has dated more girlfriends, talking about love...

Furthermore, she was someone who was nothing, just because she was born on the same year, month, and day as Ye Ye Jin Yan's deceased daughter, she was so cared for. She privately called Ye Ye Jin Yan's friend to ask them to return the house, and in the end, she could be forgiven. She only sold three houses in total, yet she was so important to Yang Ke, a wolf-like sales elite. Especially when Yang Ke was sidelined and resigned, she went to Ye Ye Jin Yan to wipe away tears, as if she were so heavy on feelings—who does she think she is?

It was still somewhat excessive. After all, if Zhu Suosuo really had ability, she wouldn't be unable to find a job and be at odds with her family. In the vast Shanghai, it's impossible not to find a job; it's just that she has high standards and low abilities and doesn't want to do it. If she were really a sales genius, such a Shanghai wouldn't only have the Jingyan Group for sales. Selling insurance, selling wealth management, handling credit cards—if she had a specialty in selling houses, there are so many real estate and intermediary companies, as well as the needs of so many other so-called major client managers. Sales is the least lacking in people, and it is also the most lacking in people.

Like Jiang Nansun, who earned millions in two or three years to pay off debts, Zhu Suosuo is also a favored daughter of heaven; both are capable people...

However, really comparing them, picking the best from the short, Zhu Suosuo is stronger than Jiang Nansun because she is not pretentious, which is a merit at least.

Returning home and washing up, it was already past eleven. He lay on the bed with his phone, typing *da da da*—he was flirting.

Jin Ya, the big wavy-haired woman, is an interesting woman. She is unwilling to give up her persistence, but she doesn't reject using her advantages. Maintaining clients is no problem. These few days, she has been saying hello morning and evening, and chatting for a while in the evening.

Wang Yan replies according to his mood. Today his mood happened to be okay. After replying a few sentences, he inevitably made an appointment to find time next week to look at houses, and by the way, have another meal. It was the big wavy-haired woman who said she wanted to treat him back...

"Come, Uncle Jiang, this is the contract. Take a look. You haven't invested in our private equity before, so you might not understand many things. Zhang Lushi, please explain these rules and regulations to him well."

In an office building in the financial center, in a meeting room, Wang Yan flipped through the contract and slapped it in front of the somewhat nervous Jiang Pengfei, speaking to the legal counsel sitting on the side.

His team configuration is still very complete, with both pre- and post-fundraising staff; it is a small, precisely operating machine, very professional.

Jiang Pengfei didn't look at the contract, nor did he wait for the legal counsel surnamed Zhang to explain it to him. He pulled it directly to the back and was about to sign. Wang Yan stopped him: "Uncle Jiang, it's better to listen to Zhang Lushi. There is plenty of time; no need to be so anxious."

"No need, I trust you." Jiang Pengfei shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Your lowest threshold is ten million, and just now I heard your fundraising manager say that now you seem to want to raise the threshold a bit. I only have five million here; you letting me invest money is already taking great care of me. Moreover, those rules and regulations in the contract, I wouldn't understand even if you told me. Besides, you wouldn't bother to lie to me; there's no need. I trust you with the money."

"Still, listen to it. At least you should know how your money is charged here with me. After all, five million is not a small amount. I am very grateful for your trust, but you still need to be cautious. Zhang Lushi, explain it to him; I'll go handle something and call me when you're done."

Jiang Pengfei was still okay; he could listen to advice, although he didn't listen to it all. But he still withdrew some money. Compared to the bankruptcy that followed, this money was truly insurance now. Although five million was a bit less, with him operating it on this side, after various fees, he could have a million a year. With this money, life would still be guaranteed, and he wouldn't think of suicide. He could be considered to have taken great pains; after all, the last one who didn't cooperate had been comfortable in prison for many years...

Jiang Pengfei was still okay; it didn't take much effort. Wang Yan was very gratified...

The contract was very thick and very long. After Zhang Lushi skillfully drank a thermos of water, he finally made Jiang Pengfei understand. Only then did he go to Wang Yan's spacious office, shaking his hand vigorously: "Thank you, Wang Yan, really thank you."

Since he decided to invest money, he naturally had to understand Wang Yan's company in more detail. Although it was ranked in the hundreds, in Shanghai, it still had a name. It was really not easy for ordinary people to invest if they wanted to. His five million was still far from the threshold. Counting the four times he had met him and the two meals they had eaten, for someone of his level to give him so much face was not bad.

But gratitude was gratitude; he still believed in himself. This five million could be said to be respect for Wang Yan's earnest advice. In fact, he was also persuaded to be empty, otherwise, there wouldn't be this five million. It was just that facing the temptation of turning his luck around in one go, a person who had lost and had red eyes wouldn't be able to hold back. Five million was just a few points of fluctuation; he had calculated it well before withdrawing it. Now he could attack when advancing and defend when retreating; he was full of confidence.

Wang Yan saw his high spirits and shook his head with a smile: "It's nothing, instead it should be me thanking you for your trust. Being able to withdraw five million to me at such a time, this trust of yours is the heaviest. To put your mind at ease, come, Uncle Jiang, take a look. This is the net value of our fund last week."

While speaking, he turned the computer screen over and showed the report to Jiang Pengfei. He also thoughtfully introduced the meaning of various data, as well as the comparison with before, letting him see the overall total data and know how much money his 3.4 billion management scale had earned in the past week.

He had been here for a week, and changing the strategy was also at this time. Finance looks at cycles, and ups and downs are normal. But he had been rising for the past week, and it looked very obvious. Naturally, the impact of those strings of numbers and various percentages on Jiang Pengfei, who always lost, was huge.

But Wang Yan watched Jiang Pengfei's eyes go from burning to confused, and finally, after a struggle, to firm. After becoming firm, he didn't open his mouth to him to propose investing more. It was still fate; there was really no way. After all, he had already given him a chance. This old guy was really useless.

Jiang Pengfei let out a long sigh: "It really is fast to make money in finance. I used to think you were very powerful, but I didn't expect you to be even more powerful in reality."

"Where is there any saying of powerful or not? It's all lost out." Wang Yan turned the screen back with a chuckle, operated it to lock it, stood up and left the boss chair, and came out to pull Jiang Pengfei: "Let's go, Uncle Jiang, you didn't eat lunch. I'll treat you to a drink, also to thank you for your trust."

"What are you saying? You are helping me; I should be the one treating you."

"It's just a meal; let's not fight back and forth. Besides, I've already eaten two meals of yours before, so in reason and emotion, I have to return one first. Let's go. How about the one we ate last time? The taste is indeed quite good."

"Listen to you."

The two laughed and went downstairs to drive to that old-fashioned Benbang restaurant. Wang Yan called someone to send two bottles of old wine.

He had lived for so many years and had enjoyed everything, so he wasn't picky. But when there were conditions, naturally, he would take the best. Anyway, no matter how much money it was, to him, it was really just paper. Although he really didn't have it in the real world, it didn't delay his thinking; after all, his realm was there.

Wine doesn't intoxicate people; people intoxicate themselves. Jiang Pengfei was now in high spirits and very happy. There was no need to urge him to drink; he drank it himself. He drank one cup, then another. One cup finished, then another. Laughing and laughing, his big open mouth never closed. Before long, he had drunk more than half a catty of wine and couldn't do it anymore. Wang Yan had only drunk the less than half a catty left from one bottle; the other bottle hadn't been used at all.

Watching Jiang Pengfei already talking nonsense, Wang Yan found a designated driver to drive and sent Jiang Pengfei back home, leaving that bottle of wine behind. Only then did he return to Tomson Riviera's garage to park the car, then went to the Center Tower and sat on the sofa in the lobby reception area to play with his phone.

Before long, the big wavy-haired woman walked over, twisting her hips in high heels: "Sorry, Mr. Wang, kept you waiting."

"I've only been sitting here for a while, where did I keep you waiting? And, we can be considered to have known each other for a while, no need to be so polite. Didn't we say in WeChat chat? Just call me Brother Yan."

"Brother Yan!"

"Hey, that's right." Wang Yan smiled and nodded, stood up and approached: "Let's go, let's go see the house, and then go eat."

The big wavy-haired woman sniffed: "Drank alcohol before?"

"Hmm, had a few cups with a friend before. Don't worry, I didn't drink too much; my drinking capacity is still okay. Let's go, I didn't eat much just now, just waiting for you to treat me to a meal."

"You didn't drive here, right?"

"No, specifically sent the car back and walked over."

"Then let's go to the underground garage. Take my car."

Of course, Wang Yan had no opinion. He followed the big wavy-haired woman to the underground garage, circled twice, and stopped in front of a white C-class Mercedes-Benz.

He smiled: "New car. Your income shouldn't just be driving this, right? Low-key?"

"Shook for two years, only got the license plate last month." She shook her head and smiled: "This car is not bad, not expensive and not cheap, and doesn't lose face. Can't compare to you, a big tycoon, casually driving a million-dollar luxury car. Get in."

"Your driving skills are okay, right?"

"Still okay. You'll know once you get in the car..."

"Your driving skills are okay, right?"

"They're okay. You'll know once you get in the car..."