The Godly Rich System is looking for a replacement, and I've become a weapon!

Hengzi will naturally investigate the authenticity of the investors.

In fact, Hengda had already begun investigating Zhang Yifang's background as soon as it received his email.

Given the size of their company and their social connections, they were able to thoroughly investigate everything about Zhang Yifang that was out in the open.

The fact that Zhang Yifang owns two asset-heavy companies that have never been in debt is enough to prove that he is truly capable.

Although they found out about Zhang Yifang's bank account information through some channel, they had no doubts whatsoever.

It seems quite normal that someone of Zhang Yifang's status wouldn't have a large amount of money in domestic banks, right?

Since everyone's reached this point, does the principle of not putting all your eggs in one basket even need explanation?

It was precisely because they recognized Zhang Yifang's strength that they arranged for Boss Xu's spare car to pick him up from the airport, and also arranged for him to stay in the presidential suite.

It's the same recipe as before, but it doesn't taste the same.

Xia Haijun was still waiting for him in the lobby on the first floor, but this time when he saw the car, he took the initiative to run over and open the car door for Zhang Yifang and hold up an umbrella for him.

Actually, it was just a light drizzle.

Zhang Yifang secretly complained.

He's such a show-off; I had no idea he was playing the role of some nobody.

Forbes has said he's the king of real estate salaries, earning two to three hundred million a year.

This is just his salary. Who knows how many years he's been president of Evergrande and how much he's amassed?

While complaining, he stepped out of the car and forced a hearty laugh:

"Mr. Xia, you've worked hard. There's no need to be so polite. To be honest, I'm practically one of Hengda's own people."

Xia Haijun held up an umbrella and led him forward:

"Mr. Zhang, you are both one of our own and a distinguished guest, so we dare not neglect you! Chairman Xu is not at home, so we must take good care of you on his behalf."

The two chatted and laughed as they entered the elevator, and Xia Haijun pressed the button for the 42nd floor.

As for the other subordinates, Zhang Yifang didn't need to worry about them; they would be taken care of by others.

Two tables were specially set up for them on the 41st floor, but they didn't receive the treatment usually reserved for VIPs.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, two rows of beautiful women came into view, and Zhang Yifang silently took them all in.

Wherever his gaze fell, it was all observed by those who were paying attention.

"Welcome, Mr. Zhang!!!"

The room was filled with sweet, delicate voices.

"Wow! Mr. Xia, is this the Land of Women or the Spider Cave?"

Zhang Yifang said with a smile.

The visible happiness reassured Xia Haijun; as long as he liked it, that was enough!

"Haha, Mr. Zhang is so funny! This isn't the Land of Women or the Spider Cave; this is Mount Qingqiu."

Xia Haijun patted Zhang Yifang's arm lightly and said meaningfully.

Zhang Yifang nodded: "Oh, I see! So it wasn't a spider demon, but a fox demon! Luckily, I have enough yang energy, otherwise I probably wouldn't dare to go in."

Pan Dalong stepped forward to speak, and his actions became much more friendly:

"Mr. Zhang, please rest assured! The girls won't eat you."

Zhang Yifang raised an eyebrow, making a move to leave:

"If you're not going to eat people, then I'm leaving!"

Pan Dalong was taken aback, then realized what he meant, nudged him twice, and laughed:

"Haha, Mr. Zhang is truly a man of character! Whether the ladies eat people or not is another matter, let's take our seats and eat first."

"please."

Zhang Yifang's gaze once again inadvertently drifted towards the head of the song and dance troupe.

Hengda's business banquets are very luxurious.

Braised South African abalone with a soft center, braised sea cucumber with deer tendon from Northeast China, steamed grouper, and chicken stewed with fish maw in golden broth...

Well, these are things I can talk about.

The liquor we drank was Hengda Custom-made Moutai. It was still Moutai, but the outer packaging was printed with the words "Exclusively for a Certain Company".

Not only Hengda, but many other companies have also ordered custom-made products, such as Wanda, Jili, Haier, and Meidi...

However, now every bottle consumed is one less available, as the Moutai distillery suspended the production of customized Moutai in February.

Zhang Yifang sat in the main guest seat, with the head of the song and dance troupe sitting to his left and a beautiful woman in a cheongsam standing to his right. She did not sit down at all.

He doesn't have to lift a finger to order whatever dish he wants; he just needs to glance at it, and the beautiful woman in the cheongsam will do it for him—she's practically feeding him bite by bite.

That's fucking corrupt!

"Mr. Zhang, let me toast you."

Group Leader Shanshan stood up to offer a toast. She raised her glass, holding the rim low, and smiled brightly.

Zhang Yifang also raised his glass and clinked it with hers, without taking a sip, and finished the drink in one gulp.

He looked exactly like someone who was captivated by beauty.

This woman can really drink. She hasn't finished a single cup since she started eating. She must have drunk at least eight ounces, if not a pound, and she still looks completely calm and collected.

Shanshan praised with a smile:

"Mr. Zhang has an incredible capacity for generosity!"

She put down her wine glass, but instead of sitting down, she leaned closer to Zhang Yifang and whispered:

"Mr. Zhang, please excuse me for a moment! The troupe has prepared a short performance for you. I'll go arrange it. Please wait and watch."

The idea of ​​having breath as fragrant as orchids is unrealistic; even the most beautiful woman can't have such breath when she's drunk.

Zhang Yifang chuckled and pinched her pert buttocks, while she playfully slapped him lightly.

"Ugh~"

Then she swayed away, her slender waist swaying. Zhang Yifang clicked his tongue, wondering if the multi-million annual salary was really true.

A short while later, a group of beautiful women dressed in ethnic dance costumes walked in.

Shanshan also came back. She sat back down and said with a smile:

"Mr. Zhang, please enjoy the performance we've specially choreographed for you! You should watch closely and see who dances the best."

She specifically emphasized the words "who danced the best," which seemed to have a hidden meaning.

Zhang Yifang seemed to understand. What the hell is this program? Isn't this just channel selection?

They make it all look so high-end, but they're still doing the same old business in a different guise.

What a bunch of fancy but useless things!

To deceive oneself by holding one's nose and trying to fool one's eyes—isn't that just self-deception?

"Hey girl, aren't you going to go up and dance a bit?"

Zhang Yifang casually placed his large hand on Shanshan's leg.

"Brother! Someone from my family has come."

Shanshan smiled and filled his glass with wine.

Alright, they stopped calling him "General Manager" and started calling him "Brother" instead.

Zhang Yifang: "..."

He silently withdrew his hand. What could he say about relatives visiting each other? He didn't really have that hobby anyway.

After watching the dance, Zhang Yifang felt that the artistic elements were very high, as high as three or four stories.

"Brother! How are you feeling? Who danced the best?"

Shanshan asked with a smile.

Zhang Yifang didn't stand on ceremony and casually pointed to three people.

Shanshan glanced at him in surprise. This entrepreneur who made it big in the underworld was indeed more unrestrained than other entrepreneurs.

However, she didn't say anything. Even if Zhang Yifang said he could take on ten people, she would still say that her brother was really amazing.

After clinking glasses again, she got up and walked out. When she returned a little while later, she gave Zhang Yifang an OK sign.

Zhang Yifang felt a mix of emotions.

First, use despicable means to enter the upper class, then use upper-class means to do despicable things.

Alas! Once he had money and power, his morality indeed could not withstand the test.

Of course, despite the感慨 (feelings of deep emotion), we can't skimp on the meat we're supposed to eat.

Don't feel sorry for that girl and think she's doing something shady. Do you know how much money she can make on one trip as a PR person?

Such a big sugar-coated bullet cannot be fired for nothing.

After the arrangements were made, Xia Haijun and Pan Dalong were given half a jin of liquor and worked together to get information out of Zhang Yifang.

The conversation was implied as an inquiry about how much he was planning to invest this time.