Chapter 325

Ye Chenjing has always been highly efficient in handling affairs, and he quickly confirmed the meeting place with Yang Zhong Yang Chairman.

He only told Yang Zhong alone, for the time being avoiding any unnecessary complications.

Upon learning that the mysterious Medicinal Materials supplier would meet him in person, Yang Zhong was so excited he didn't sleep all night.

On the day of the appointment, he cleared all his current work and set aside time specifically to prepare.

In the evening, at a private teahouse in the suburbs of Jing Shi, Yang Zhong arrived an hour early, sat in his car for half an hour before Ye Chenjing showed up.

I had thought the mysterious Medicinal Materials supplier would appear together with Ye Chenjing, but to my surprise, he was nowhere to be seen.

"Little Ye, why are you alone?"

Yang Zhong looked left and right, waiting in vain for the person he wanted to meet, and felt a sudden sense of loss.

Ye Chenjing heard this and gave a light chuckle, saying:

"Old Yang, don't rush; let's go inside and wait, she'll be here shortly."

Upon hearing that, Yang Zhong secretly let out a breath of relief, immediately turned back to his car, and took a small package from the trunk.

"Old Yang, what is this?"

Yang Zhong glanced at the item in his hand, smiling as he said:

"I don't have much to offer, but this top-grade Da Hong Pao is not bad—you can't buy it outside—so I thought I'd give it as a meeting gift to that senior."

This top-grade Da Hong Pao is something even he himself has to ration, yet now he's taken it out to give as a favor.

He only hopes that the mysterious Medicinal Materials merchant will like this meeting gift, enabling a long-term cooperation.

Ye Chenjing watched Old Yang hesitate to speak, as if the latter had taken the medicine provider to be some mysterious old man.

When Lin Meng arrives later, Old Yang Yang Chairman will surely be greatly surprised.

The teahouse offers strong privacy; Ye Chenjing ushered Old Yang to a seat and brought over a tea set, whereupon Yang Zhong nodded, quite satisfied with the arrangement.

"Little Ye, you're even more thorough than your grandfather in handling things; later I'll personally brew a pot of Da Hong Pao for that senior. By the way, Little Ye, do you know what the senior likes or dislikes? Does he usually drink tea?"

Ye Chenjing thought for a moment, then nodded.

"She usually drinks tea, but you don't need to be too nervous; as long as you're sincere, whether you give a gift or not doesn't matter."

Ye Chenjing thought, Lin Meng should like drinking tea; she had once praised his tea when she visited, so he specifically asked his father for a few cans, intending to give them to Lin Meng.

Who would have thought that later, when Lin Meng went to his place to brew tea for him, she seemed to only take a sip and then not drink more, as if she weren't that fond of tea.

Ye Chenjing had no idea that Lin Meng possessed the spiritual tea given by Ye Fan; ordinary tea, no matter how fine, would seem bland to her.

Lin Meng arrived right on time; she could have come together with Ye Chenjing, but thinking he had been acting odd these past two days, she decided not to share a car, to avoid awkwardness.

The car came to a steady stop; Ye Chenjing noticed immediately, rose at once, and said to Yang Zhong:

"She's here."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Yang Zhong stood up, intending to personally go to the door to greet her.

He hurriedly walked out of the teahouse, nervous, and saw a black G-class SUV parked by the roadside, which surprised him somewhat.

I had expected a more steady or business-type vehicle, but I never imagined it would be a model favored by young people.

However, Yang Zhong is very cautious; he looked at Ye Chenjing, wanting to confirm clearly.

Only after Ye Chenjing nodded at him did Yang Zhong promptly step down from the platform, showing a touch of respect toward the car's direction.

Lin Meng did not lower the car window; she saw Yang Chairman's gesture and couldn't help but secretly admire him.

Having reached Yang Chairman's stature, one could afford to put on airs, yet he willingly lowered his stance, showing that he is truly devoted to the development of traditional Chinese medicine.

Thus Lin Meng also held him in higher esteem in her heart.

The next second, Lin Meng opened the car door and got out.

Yang Zhong saw a young woman step out first from the driver's seat, did not go forward to meet her; his first reaction was that she must be the driver.

His gaze naturally turned to the rear car door; he had wanted to go over personally to open the door for her, but feared that doing so would make him appear overly fawning, which would be inappropriate.

Having composed himself, Yang Zhong remained still.

Who would have thought that the young woman didn't go to open the rear door, but instead, holding her car keys, walked straight toward the teahouse.

Before Yang Zhong could think further, a figure swept past his side—Ye Chenjing had already gone forward to greet her personally.

Ye Chenjing naturally broke into a very indulgent smile toward Lin Meng.

These past few days, he hasn't just been working out his muscles and showing off his physique; he has also deliberately practiced how to break free of a poker face, making his facial muscles more flexible.

Lin Meng glanced at Ye Chenjing, thinking, "What's gotten into this guy? Why is he smiling like a spring breeze?"

"Are you tired from driving? I'll give you a ride back later."

Ye Chenjing's tone was gentle, his voice no longer the usual coldness or indifference; Lin Meng was already used to it, but Yang Zhong beside them was suddenly taken aback.

Although no one else got out of the car, this pretty young woman seems far from ordinary—she actually managed to make this Ye family youngster take the initiative to show friendliness, his voice turning so gentle; could she be his girlfriend?

Yang Zhong carefully examined Lin Meng; she looked somewhat familiar, but he couldn't recall her name.

Lin Meng met Ye Chenjing's fervent gaze, her heart gave a little jolt; she didn't respond, but instead nodded at Yang Zhong and said calmly:

"Sorry I'm late; you must be Yang Chairman, right?"

Upon hearing that, Yang Zhong froze on the spot, wondering what she meant—why did it sound like the person he was supposed to meet was her?

"Little Ye, who is this?"

Yang Zhong hurriedly looked at Ye Chenjing, his eyes full of doubt.

Ye Chenjing looked at Yang Zhong; the gentleness in his eyes was replaced by his usual cold, detached gaze, and he spoke in a flat tone:

"Old Yang, this is Lin Meng, the very person who has been secretly supplying you with Medicinal Materials all along."

Boom——

As soon as those words were spoken, Yang Zhong felt his chest jolt violently; he stared at Lin Meng in disbelief.

How could such a young mysterious Medicinal Materials merchant manage to produce so many rare Precious Medicinal Materials?

I had thought it would be at least someone his age, an elder; calling her a senior would not be out of line.

Who would have thought this mysterious medicinal materials merchant would be so young, and still a girl!

Yang Zhong stood there stunned for a moment—not that he couldn't accept that the mysterious person was so young, but it was too shocking; he needed a short time to digest it.

Lin Meng and Ye Chenjing exchanged a smile, waiting for Yang Zhong to come to his senses.

After a while, Yang Zhong let out an exclamation and enthusiastically said to Lin Meng:

"Miss Lin, I never expected that the mysterious medicinal materials merchant who could produce a thousand-year-old wild ginseng would be such a young lady like you. Sorry for my earlier rudeness; let me reintroduce myself—I'm Yang Zhong, the current chairman of the Chinese Medicine Association. Pleased to meet you."

Yang Zhong did not show contempt because of Lin Meng's youth; on the contrary, after accepting the fact, he extended his hand to Lin Meng with great respect, his humble attitude obvious at a glance.

Lin Meng naturally wouldn't stand on ceremony, and immediately shook hands with Chairman Yang, saying respectfully:

"Old Yang, you're being too polite; by seniority I'm just a junior, so I don't deserve to be called Miss Lin—just as you call Ye Chenjing, you can call me Xiao Lin."

Yang Zhong understood Lin Meng's weight, and naturally dared not rely on seniority, waving his hands repeatedly.

"No, no, no—today we're discussing business, calling you Xiao Lin would be too much for me; it's better to call you Miss Lin."

Turning his head, Yang Zhong then said to Ye Chenjing:

"Xiao Ye, could you trouble yourself to prepare some tasty snacks for Miss Lin?"

Although Ye Chenjing was implicitly one rank below Lin Meng, upon hearing this he wasn't angry at all; instead, he happily went ahead and did it.

Seeing Lin Meng being treated so solemnly by Yang Zhong, he felt very proud, and even being called Xiao Ye was fine with him.

Hearing this, Lin Meng couldn't help but smile inwardly, and said to Ye Chenjing without ceremony:

"Xiao Ye, don't make the snacks too sweet, please."

Ye Chenjing smiled with indulgence.

"All right, Miss Lin."