Chapter 210: Don

Chen Yansen finished lunch and told Xiao Li to take Old Chen home first.

He then took the elevator to a small banquet hall on the eighth floor.

Inside, four people were seated.

The leader was a middle-aged man with half-gray hair and beard, around forty-something, nearing fifty, wearing a black jacket and holding a teacup.

Beside him sat a thirty-something man with glasses, dressed in indigo suit, barely sitting on the chair's edge, chatting casually with the middle-aged man.

The other two were young men, sitting upright, standing behind them; as soon as Chen Yansen entered, they immediately grew alert.

"Not much power, but a big ego."

Chen Yansen's gaze swept over them briefly, and he couldn't help mentally scoffing.

"Mr. Chen, let me introduce you—this is Mr. Tang Lixin, head of our county's Central Office."

The glasses-wearer quickly stood up, positioning himself between Chen Yansen and Tang Lixin, smiling as he introduced them.

Chen Yansen nodded slightly, standing still, and extended his right hand.

Seeing this, Tang Lixin paused briefly, then rose, stepped forward two paces, and firmly shook Chen Yansen's hand, saying, "Mr. Chen, sorry for the sudden visit—I hope you'll forgive the intrusion."

Before Chen Yansen arrived, he and his secretary had already waited over an hour.

It would be impossible not to be angry.

Normally, when he wanted to meet any local entrepreneur, they'd rush over eagerly.

But Chen Yansen simply said he was dining with his father.

Tang Lixin had been holding back his anger, expecting to wait no more than fifteen minutes—yet the man made him wait nearly two hours.

But he dared not lash out!

As Chen Yansen's reputation in business grew louder, Tang Lixin naturally turned his attention to him.

Someone like Chen Yansen, a billionaire, could easily divert a little capital from his fingers to invest in a few projects in Chunshen, becoming Tang Lixin's crucial stepping stone for promotion.

Two weeks ago, Chen Yansen even secured a connection with Meng Yuanzhi, snatching equity from state assets to become the third-largest shareholder of BOE.

Tang Lixin had originally thought that even if Chen Yansen was brilliant, he was still just a twenty-year-old kid who could be easily persuaded to open his wallet with a few words.

But to Tang Lixin's surprise, Chen Yansen had just stood at the door, extending his hand, waiting for him to come forward—exuding the posture of a superior.

From this alone, he understood: Chen Yansen was definitely not someone to be manipulated.

"Mr. Tang, please sit. No matter what it is, let's sit down and talk calmly."

Chen Yansen took the lead, speaking casually—as if Tang Lixin's position meant nothing to him.

After all, he was merely the head of a small county; there were dozens like him in Huian Province.

He could grant face—or not.

At his current wealth and status, he could ignore Tang Lixin entirely.

"I heard Mr. Chen plans to build a hundred-thousand-square-meter mobile phone production base in Lucheng?"

Tang Lixin thought for a moment, then raised the topic.

"Half right—Orange Tech will indeed build a mobile phone subcontracting plant in Lucheng, but the factory building already exists—it's the former site of Hegang Factory No. 3..."

Chen Yansen raised an eyebrow, deliberately revealing the reason, and emphasized that the facility had been personally approved by Meng Yuanzhi.

The implication was obvious.

Tang Lixin carefully observed Chen Yansen's expression and demeanor, combined with his own experience in investment promotion, and realized Chen Yansen wasn't lying.

He silently felt relieved—he'd held his temper and chosen to swallow his anger.

He knew well: entrepreneurs with hundreds of billions in assets who were willing to invest in real manufacturing were incredibly attractive to men like Meng Yuanzhi.

"Mr. Chen, as a native of this area, you must also understand Chunshen's situation—outside the service industry, factories offering social security positions are extremely rare..."

Tang Lixin spoke slowly, very tactfully.

"The supporting infrastructure around Chunshen is too poor—it doesn't meet factory construction standards."

Chen Yansen waved his hand, cutting him off directly.

Having lived two lives, he understood the saying: shallow water breeds many turtles. Why do most entrepreneurs prefer Beijing, Shanghai, and Shenzhen?

Because those places follow rules.

Although his phone held Meng Yuanzhi's private number, Chen Yansen knew clearly: it was merely an exchange of interests—each time he called Meng Yuanzhi, he paid a price.

There was no such thing as a free lunch.

If he agreed to invest in building a factory in Chunshen, who knew what trouble might arise later.

Similar cases were everywhere; Chen Yansen wasn't afraid, but he found it troublesome—and unnecessary to waste energy and connections on this.

Upon hearing Chen Yansen's reply, Tang Lixin felt a wave of disappointment—this man was even harder to handle than he'd imagined.

Chen Yansen glanced at Tang Lixin, thinking: this guy's got some patience.

He'd agreed to meet Tang Lixin not to reject him.

"We can try another form of cooperation. Chunshen is an agricultural powerhouse—abundant in agricultural and sideline products, high output, and we have no shortage of grain, oil, and food factories; we also have specialty products like crisp pears, tofu, silver fish, salted chicken and duck."

"If Mr. Tang can lead these companies to develop online channels, I can allocate some traffic resources on Pinbei Mall toward Chunshen's local products."

Chen Yansen smiled faintly, revealing his idea.

This way, he'd turn passive into active—controlling local enterprises to enhance his own influence.

Tang Lixin frowned; he knew what Pinbei was and understood its general model—but in 2012, most factory owners still thought in terms of offline distribution, with no concept of "going online" or "e-commerce."

Moreover, compared to investing in factory construction, this model was slow to yield results, hard to show achievements, and offered little in resources.

"Mr. Tang, do you know how much monthly sales Guangdong's fruits generate on Pinbei?"

Chen Yansen shook his head, seeing right through Tang Lixin's thoughts, and asked again.

"Fruit is hard to transport, high loss—maybe a few hundred thousand per day at most."

Tang Lixin thought for a moment, answering based on past experience.

"Starting at twenty million per day!" Chen Yansen looked at Tang Lixin, speaking calmly.

Twenty million?

That would be six hundred million a month?

Tang Lixin stared in shock, hardly believing it.

"Chunshen's Bagongshan crisp pears and Annong watermelons could replicate this success model. Take crisp pears—vendors buy them for only 0. to 0. yuan per jin; if sold online, prices can easily double."

Chen Yansen painted a grand picture for Tang Lixin, then moved on to ducks and white geese, adding that Yunsu Express would add cold-chain delivery after the New Year.

Local breeders could use Pinbei and Yunsu Express to sell their products nationwide.

Tang Lixin's attitude shifted from initial indifference to growing seriousness.

"Mr. Tang, what do you think?" Chen Yansen asked with a smile.

Tang Lixin felt Chen Yansen's words were extremely reasonable—each sentence filled him with strong trust.

"Giving a man a fish is not as good as teaching him to fish. On behalf of all of Chunshen, I thank you, Mr. Chen."

Tang Lixin's expression was excited; as he spoke, he actually stood up and bowed.

"Mr. Tang, you're too kind." Chen Yansen pulled Tang Lixin back into his seat.

Internally, he was stunned: this 14. 8 mental value was truly effective—even a seasoned, shrewd man like Tang Lixin had been won over.

Normally, no matter how good Chen Yansen's oratory or storytelling, it would be hard to change Tang Lixin's fixed mindset.

But under the influence of mental power, he had succeeded.

After sitting back down, Tang Lixin immediately turned to his secretary: "Siyuan, immediately compile a list of companies meeting these criteria—primary products like chicken, duck, fish, goose, and fruit—find factories with online operation capabilities, and hand the list to Mr. Chen."

"Yes, boss."

Zhao Siyuan, Tang Lixin's assistant, knew his boss's nature well—since he'd said this in front of Chen Yansen, it meant he fully endorsed the project and would back it fully.

"Mr. Chen, I heard your father runs a bookstore near Chunshen No. 2 Middle School?"

After securing a satisfactory outcome, Tang Lixin shifted to Chen Yansen's personal affairs.

Chen Yansen nodded slightly, understanding Tang Lixin's implication.

"To be honest, the county plans to relocate all schools and hospitals outside the city, focusing heavily on tourism—Chunshen No. 2 Middle School will definitely be moved. Siyuan, keep an eye out and pick out several prime commercial properties near the school for Mr. Chen."

As expected, Tang Lixin immediately returned the favor.

A few commercial properties—he wouldn't care about them; he knew Chen Yansen wouldn't either.

"Then thank you, Mr. Tang," Chen Yansen agreed readily.

He didn't even mention asking Tang Lixin to provide security for Chen Guobin.

As long as his plan succeeded, he'd add at least 3 to 5 billion yuan in annual agricultural and industrial output—tens of thousands would rely on Pinbei for their livelihood.

Not just Tang Lixin—even these locals would worship Chen Guobin like a father.

And all Chen Yansen had to give was a bit of Pinbei Mall traffic—and it would even boost platform performance.

He hadn't spent a single cent, yet left with Tang Lixin deeply grateful.

Chen Yansen walked out of the hotel lobby, got into the car, and told Xiao Li to drive into the city.

"Boss, Chen Yansen is deeply calculating—he doesn't act like a twenty-year-old," Zhao Siyuan whispered.

"What twenty-year-old could achieve what he has? This kid's slippery—he won't spend a single cent, and he's extremely cautious."

Tang Lixin sighed.

"So, should we still push forward with the agricultural products online plan?" Zhao Siyuan, unsure of Tang Lixin's true thoughts, confirmed again.

"Of course we will! Do you think I was just pretending? Those Guangdong fruit farmers make millions a year—our Bagongshan crisp pears and watermelons are just as good; if Chen Yansen helps, how could they not sell?"

Tang Lixin smiled in reply.

At least he'd given them an opportunity.

That evening, Zhao Siyuan, using Tang Lixin's name, gathered all the major local breeders, fruit growers, grain and oil company owners, and specialty product distributors to announce the Pinbei onboarding plan after the New Year.

"Open an online store? We've never done this before—can we even pull it off?"

"I heard it's a Pinbei —apparently the boss is from Chunshen. Zhao Siyuan, could you help introduce us?"

"Our company's main products are rice and cooking oil—can those even be sold online?"

In the conference hall, after hearing Zhao Siyuan's description, everyone erupted into chaotic chatter; familiar bosses began discussing among themselves.

At that moment, Tang Lixin walked in, and everyone fell silent immediately.

"The county has already reached an agreement with Pinbei Tech's Chen Zong. Any factory or company from Chunshen that joins Pinbei will receive extra traffic exposure. If you don't know how to operate it, just hire someone who does."

Tang Lixin spoke confidently.

After returning to the hotel, he thoroughly researched e-commerce and Pinbei, finally realizing Chen Yan hadn't misled him.

Meanwhile.

Chen Yan got out of the car, carrying two gift bags, and had just turned into a narrow alley off Qipan Street when he ran into a young girl.

Her fuzzy short hair hung at her shoulders; a tear mole beneath her eye flickered faintly, her fair face flushed pink, clad in a red down jacket.

On anyone else, this color might have looked tacky.

But on her, it blazed like a blooming flame—vivid, captivating, brimming with boundless youthful energy.

Compared to their last meeting, the girl had clearly grown a few centimeters taller; standing before Chen Yan, she reached just to his chin.

"Is there a gift for me in there?" The girl stopped, studying Chen Yan closely, then smiled and asked.

"Of course there is—do you want it or not?"

Chen Yan smirked, lips curling mischievously.

(End of Chapter)