Chapter 617: Held in High Regard

"Come, sit!"

Zhu Xingye had him sit opposite himself and handed him a cup of fruit tea.

Sheng Jiang had slightly high blood sugar and usually didn't eat sweet things, but today he took it and drank a few sips.

"Let me show you this."

Zhu Xingye took the original document out of his bag and let Sheng Jiang look at it; he saw the words on the title—Gold Mining Qualification Certificate.

His eyes lit up immediately: "Chairman, is this real?"

"Of course it's real. Our company is a genuine, authentic company. It's fine if others don't understand and think it's a shell company, but you are the General Manager of the company; you must have confidence in the company..."

When Sheng Jiang walked out of the company, he had swept away his dejected state and was full of confidence.

He returned home with confidence mixed with anger.

For the first time in his life, Sheng Jiang stood tall in front of his son, pointing at Sheng Hanyu's nose and calling him "heartless," "having his conscience eaten by dogs," "only recognizing money and not people," and "bringing up things from hundreds of years ago to talk about."

After the outburst, his lingering anger had not yet subsided.

He stormed upstairs to pack his things, telling his wife to move out with him, leaving right now.

Wang Yinghao: "It's so late, where are you going?"

Sheng Jiang: "Where can't I go? The world is vast; can't this big Jiangzhou hold you? You come with me. We'll stay in a hotel for these few days, and tomorrow I'll have someone clean up the house; once it's clean, we'll move back."

These past few days, the two of them had planned to move out several times, but they had never succeeded.

Wang Yinghao sat still: "I won't accompany you in this aimless tossing and turning. If you want to move, move yourself; I'm not moving."

Sheng Jiang:...

If his wife wouldn't go with him, what was the point of him going alone?

"You come with me. We'll go out and eat well and live well; it's better than being mistreated here..."

Wang Yinghao: "I don't feel mistreated; it's quite good."

Sheng Jiang: "Good what? Those two ungrateful wretches held a press conference to distance themselves from me. In any case, I cannot live here anymore; I have no face to stay."

Wang Yinghao: "They aren't distancing themselves from you, but are afraid you'll be deceived and used by others."

Shi Youxuan had explained the pros and cons of this to her mother-in-law, breaking down and explaining all the logic, and Wang Yinghao had listened.

She persuaded her husband: "Don't blame the children for being cold-hearted. Think about it, with such a high rate of return and such a short repayment cycle, what would one have to do to make money?"

"If the company crashes, Zhu Xingye is a foreign national; he'll just brush off his clothes and leave, and then you'll be the one who gets swindled."

"I know you don't have a clear idea of how much ability you actually have. When the time comes and you can't solve it, you'll have to drag the children into it too..."

Sheng Jiang didn't want to listen and angrily interrupted his wife: "Enough, don't say any more. Now even you aren't on my side and are doubting my ability!"

He threw out that photocopy: "You all take a look; you are all people with long hair and short insight."

Sheng Jiang dragged his suitcase and moved to a hotel to stay; no one could stop him.

That photocopy spread from ten to a hundred, spreading throughout Jiangzhou.

And after this "exclusionary" crisis, Shengda Finance not only didn't go bankrupt, but instead lowered its rate of return, which further verified the authenticity of the gold mine.

With the rate of return lowered, people's enthusiasm for investing instead surged.

Shengda Finance not only didn't go bankrupt, but it achieved a stunning effect.

Ginza Building.

Chinese restaurant.

Everyone gathered here once again.

This time there was one more person than last time—Jian Yining.

He hadn't returned to the country, but was meeting everyone in the cloud via video.

Everyone didn't treat him poorly either; they specifically left a spot for his computer at the dining table, with the camera aimed right at the table.

All the dishes were in high definition, magnified for viewing.

They looked good from far and near, but he just couldn't eat them!

Jian Yining drooled at the screen: "Hey, save a piece of braised pork for me; it's making me crave it to death."

There are many Chinese restaurants in the United States, but no matter how high-end the Chinese restaurant is, it can't make the taste of Jiangzhou.

Why else would they be good friends for so many years? Everyone had a tacit understanding, and simultaneously, their chopsticks reached toward that plate of braised pork, their mouths oily as they ate.

"Delicious."

"Fat but not greasy, lean but not stringy."

"So fragrant."

"Mmm, so delicious!"

Several people looked intoxicated, and soon only one piece of braised pork was left on the plate.

Sheng Hanyu picked it up and held it out in front of the screen: "A Ning, take a good look. After you're done looking, I'll eat it for you."

Jian Yining:...

"Are you human?"

"Are you all human?"

After the meal.

Everyone was full and satisfied, listening to Jian Yining introduce Zhu Xingye's "great achievements" on Wall Street.

Heh, there were quite a lot of them.

This man was an outstanding existence even in a place like Wall Street where elites gather; he was very formidable.

He is especially skilled at finding a way out of desperate situations; several times when everyone thought he was surely trapped, he was able to pull off a brilliant comeback.

Conclusion—Zhu Xingye is a very formidable character, and they underestimated him.

Before everyone could come up with a new plan, Zhu Xingye made a new move!

On the billboards at every station and subway, advertisements for Chicken Lays Eggs were printed.

In the advertisement, Sheng Jiang stood on the left, and on the right stood a spirited rooster; next to the rooster was a chicken coop, and inside the coop was a golden egg.

Such an outlandish advertisement would, of course, be mocked by people.

A rooster laying eggs?

A fighter jet among roosters?

That's right, this is the effect Zhu Xingye wanted.

To be mocked is to be remembered, and to be remembered is the point.

Sheng Jiang became a hit; he became the company's new brand ambassador.

Walking on the street, he is often recognized, and some people even ask him for autographs.

He feels like a celebrity; now he has money, status, fame, and profit—he is riding high!

Sheng Jiang brought gifts home to see his grandson and his wife, though his main goal was, of course, to show off.

He wore a silver-white suit, his graying hair was dyed black and combed meticulously.

He also had a pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose, looking truly imposing.

When entering the residential compound, he was stopped by the Security Guard: "Old gentleman, who are you looking for? Do you have an invitation?"

Sheng Jiang felt both stifled and angry; he needed an invitation to return to his own home?

Taking off his sunglasses, Sheng Jiang said irritably: "Are you blind? You don't even recognize me?"

"Oh, Boss Sheng is back?"

The Security Guard immediately became enthusiastic, coming out of the security booth to bow and scrape, but he didn't let him in right away; instead, he invited him into the security booth and asked if Sheng Jiang could sell him a little bit of Chicken Lays Eggs at the original rate of return.

"As for that, I'm afraid it won't work; the company has rules. If I open a back door for you, what will I do if others ask me to open back doors for them too?" Sheng Jiang spoke in official jargon.

The Security Guard would not give up, continuing to plead with a smiling face: "I beg you, please make an exception for me just this once. I promise not to tell anyone else; no one will know..."

In order to achieve his goal, the Security Guard buttered him up heavily.

Being buttered up felt quite comfortable, so Sheng Jiang reluctantly agreed in the end.

The Security Guard personally "escorted" him home and helped him carry his things; when Sheng Jiang reached his front door, he was stopped again by Zhang Ma: "May I ask who you are looking for?"

She really wasn't doing it on purpose; she truly didn't recognize him.

It wasn't that Sheng Jiang had never worn a suit before, but he had never had such an imposing air; it was as if he had turned into a different person.

"It's me." Sheng Jiang took off his sunglasses.

"The master is back!"

Zhang Ma went inside to announce it, and Wang Yinghao came out holding Sheng Zichen, also nearly failing to recognize him.

It had only been a few days, yet her husband, with whom she lived day and night, looked twenty years younger!

Wang Yinghao: "Did you get plastic surgery?"