Chapter 113: Afraid of Being Zapped by Those Deeply Affectionate Peach-Blossom Eyes

The BMW 3 Series sped along the road back to the city center.

Wang Chuan, in the passenger seat, spoke slowly: "When did you learn to drive? You drive so fast yet so smoothly."

"President Wang, I learned during my freshman year; I hold a truck driver's license."

"?" Wang Chuan looked utterly confused; a young woman driving a truck.

Lou Yihan quickly explained: "President Wang, I thought our consulting firm only required organizing documents in the office and didn't need driving out, so last time I didn't mention that I have a license."

"I'm not talking about that; I want to ask why you learned to drive a truck."

"There was a distant great-uncle in the village who was a truck driver. He said that learning to drive a truck meant one could definitely find a job, no matter what." Lou Yihan gazed ahead.

"I only paid off the money for learning to drive the truck last month."

Wang Chuan thought for a moment: "How about this; I'll raise your salary to six hundred yuan a month."

"Ah!?" Lou Yihan's grip on the steering wheel tightened.

"The extra money counts as wages for being the driver."

In his previous life, Wang Chuan liked driving himself; as a result, while swerving to avoid a car with a sign on its roof reading 'HOUSE FOLLOWS', he crashed into a house and died.

Last time at the Internet Cafe, even searching online hadn't revealed what 'HOUSE FOLLOWS' actually meant.

"Thank you, President Wang."

Today's trip to the factory had also shocked Lou Yihan immensely; did the Medical School teach how to do business too?

Wang Chuan then asked about her boyfriend He Jun from the Law School and what attitude he held toward her internship.

"He's busy too. Besides playing basketball, he's also reviewing for the judicial examination; his family wants him to apply for the Court or the Procuratorate."

"We've agreed that next year, once he passes the judicial examination, the two of us will get married!"

Happiness overflowed on Lou Yihan's face.

"Mm, you two have arranged your future very well!" Wang Chuan sighed with emotion.

Lou Yihan suddenly asked: "President Wang, when will you marry the eldest miss of the Xin Family?"

Wang Chuan was startled by these words; he swallowed hard and said calmly: "Marry? That's still a long way off."

He continued: "By the way, drop me off at Mingzhou First Hospital in a bit, then drive this BMW 3 Series back to the underground parking lot of Yuansheng Group. I'll tell Xin Chanxi."

"Oh! ~" Lou Yihan replied.

She had just heard Wang Chuan say it was still early, and combined with the shareholder changing from Xin Chanxi to Pei Nanli, she assumed there were problems between Wang Chuan and Xin Chanxi.

Now knowing this BMW car was borrowed from Xin Chanxi by Wang Chuan, it indicated their relationship probably hadn't deteriorated.

After getting out of the car at Mingzhou First Hospital, Wang Chuan sent Xin Chanxi a text message: 'I've basically settled the business deal; it went from a hundred thousand deal to two hundred thousand.'

A ringtone sounded; Xin Chanxi called over: "Brother Wang Chuan, you're too amazing. After getting off work, shall we have dinner together to celebrate?"

"I'm on the middle shift; I work from four o'clock until midnight. Lou Yihan is driving the BMW 3 Series back to Yuansheng Group now; I'll have her contact you once she arrives."

"￣へ￣, Little Cat Xin is unhappy!"

Wang Chuan soothed her: "This is just a preliminary agreement; the new company hasn't received its business license yet, and the money hasn't been transferred into the company account. Next time, when the new company is established and the money arrives, I'll treat you to a big meal!"

"Okay~~~"

"Alright, no more talking. I need to go to the hospital now."

After hanging up, Wang Chuan checked the time; there was still over an hour left. He walked to the hospital ATM and checked; his net assets had jumped directly from zero to one hundred thousand—fifty thousand from Lin Weiwei and fifty thousand from the Xiao Family HVAC Factory.

He sent a text message to Lin Weiwei: "There are some leads on suppliers; tomorrow will surely bring good news."

He then sent a message to Qi Bin: "I've made arrangements with a friend; tomorrow I will communicate well with him; awaiting good news."

Just as Wang Chuan was about to walk into the Emergency Department, an icy voice came: "Wang Chuan, you deceived me!"

Turning around, he saw Pei Nanli, her expression cold and aloof, like a frozen beauty radiating chill, enough to freeze him to death.

Smiling somewhat embarrassedly, he said: "Pei Nanli, sorry, I forgot about the canteen matter at noon. Why didn't you call me?"

At noon, Pei Nanli had waited in the canteen for half an hour without seeing Wang Chuan; she had considered calling him to ask what happened and whether he no longer wanted that one thousand yuan.

But thinking again, in the past Wang Chuan always kept his promises; forgetting was absolutely impossible.

If she called him, it would ruin her cold and aloof image maintained over four years of university, and let this Wang Chuan's tail stick up so high it would reach the sky.

Pei Nanli was about to open her mouth to scold Wang Chuan a few times before giving him the one thousand yuan.

Her phone rang: "Mom, yes, I'll get off work at four and come back."

After speaking, Pei Nanli prepared to hang up.

Wang Chuan suddenly stepped forward, took Pei Nanli's phone, and spoke into it: "Hello, Auntie Ning, this is Wang Chuan; I wonder how things are going with finding that person?"

A very gentle voice came from the receiver: "It's Wang Chuan! I found someone for you; an associate professor from Mingzhou University's Accounting School; that should work, right?"

Wang Chuan replied: "That works. Auntie Ning, look, how much should I pay you two annually as consultant fees? Five thousand per person per year? Or is that too little?"

This two hundred thousand from the Xiao Valve Factory was purely accidental; they just happened to encounter Ms. Song, Lin Weiwei's mother, who had this need.

Future business would naturally still rely on Ning Hui and the associate professor from the Accounting School to be brought out to wave the big flag.

"Wang Chuan, are you really going to pay money? ~" Ning Hui thought it was just about lending a name.

Wang Chuan smiled and said: "Auntie Ning, I settled a business deal today; ten thousand in consultant fees is no problem."

"Wang Chuan, even if you've earned money, you should spend it sparingly; that associate professor is my friend; I'll just treat her to a meal!"

In Ning Hui's heart, she thought Wang Chuan was quite capable, but she could not possibly accept his money.

Hearing the tone, Wang Chuan agreed, saying that next time he went to Mingzhou University, he would visit the associate professor.

After hanging up, he heard Pei Nanli's astonished voice: "Wang Chuan, our company isn't even established yet, and you've already made a deal?"

"Pei Nanli, you said that wrong."

"What did I say wrong?"

"It's not 'our' company; the company is mine; you're just lending your name!"

Pei Nanli was infuriated by this sentence: "Wang Chuan, I won't give you that one thousand yuan."

Having said that, she turned her head in a huff and left.

Originally possessing only eight hundred yuan in cash, now with an extra hundred thousand, Wang Chuan naturally did not care about Pei Nanli's one thousand yuan.

When the time came for capital verification, he would simply provide the entire Registered Capital of one hundred thousand yuan himself.

"Wang Chuan, you're finally back?"

Wang Jia appeared out of nowhere, holding something in her hand, and said, "I delivered the meal to Doctor Shen for you; this is the reward, so pay up!"

Wang Chuan took it and saw it was an Olay Revitalizing Mask. "How much?"

"One hundred fifty yuan for five sheets. I bought ten sheets in total."

"So expensive? You're an ungraduated student; you don't need such high-end products, do you?"

"What do you mean, Wang Chuan? You said you'd give me ten sheets. Since they're so expensive, I really want to try them."

Wang Chuan quickly turned his head, afraid of being struck by Wang Jia's affectionate peach-blossom eyes. "Wang Jia, you only delivered a meal once for me; charging three hundred yuan—isn't that too black-hearted?"

Wang Jia smiled and said, "Boss Wang, President Wang~~~ I heard your conversation just now. Didn't you just close a deal? Three hundred yuan isn't a large sum, is it?"

"No way, five sheets at most." Wang Chuan paid Wang Jia three hundred yuan and took five of the Olay masks.

"Wait, Wang Chuan, what do you need the masks for?" Wang Jia stamped her feet in anger.

"Can't I give them as a gift? If you need help, find Li Wei or Luo De? They would surely be happy to serve."