My Dongguan Love Story

Dingsheng's general manager is named Zhao Fengyue, and she is forty years old this year. Although she is a bit older, she doesn't have the laxity typical of middle-aged people.

Her skin is well-maintained, fair and firm, with almost as much collagen as a thirty-year-old woman.

She wore no heavy makeup, only a light touch of red lipstick to brighten her complexion; at first glance, she exuded a clear-headed, restrained, and composed beauty.

She put down the documents in her hand and waved to me:

"Come, sit down."

"Okay." I quickly walked to her table and sat down.

I was filled with doubt as to why the general manager had summoned me. Not only was today my second day working at Dingsheng, but I was also just a general laborer in the loading department. Why would the general manager have summoned me?

And Secretary Wu just asked me if I drink alcohol, what's going on?

Seeing the puzzled look on my face, Manager Zhao parted his thin lips slightly and revealed a smile:

"Don't be nervous, I know you're curious about why you were called here."

As Manager Zhao spoke, he picked up a cigarette from the table, slowly lit it, and exhaled a ring of white smoke into the air through his red lips:

"Here's the thing, there's a lunch party. I'd like to bring you along. Once we get there, you'll just need to help fend off the drinks."

"To stop someone from drinking?" I immediately understood.

I'd drunk quite a bit back in the village, so I'm pretty familiar with drinking culture. Knowing the general manager wanted me to fend off the drinks, I understood her intentions.

I guess she was going to meet a client and brought me along to act as a temporary bodyguard and to shield me from drinking.

However, logically speaking, she should have someone around her who could do this kind of thing, so she wouldn't have to call someone at the last minute.

Although I had some doubts, I didn't ask any further questions and simply nodded: "Okay."

"Hmm." Manager Zhao seemed quite pleased with my quick agreement, and looked up at Secretary Wu sitting by the door, saying:

"Secretary Wu, make a note of this. Give Chen Dazhuang an extra half month's salary this month."

"it is good."

Upon hearing Manager Zhao's words, my eyes lit up, and I was immediately filled with excitement.

Going out for lunch and they give me an extra half a month's salary? That's five hundred yuan!

Manager Zhao is so generous!

After Zhao Fengyue finished speaking, she stood up and said, "Let's go."

After saying that, she swayed her hips and walked towards the door.

I waited until she walked ahead before following her. Looking at her figure in her cheongsam from behind, I couldn't help but be momentarily stunned.

Although the general manager is over forty, she still retains her charm. Her figure, accentuated by the cheongsam, is incredibly alluring.

Downstairs, a black Mercedes-Benz SW140 (W140) was parked at the bottom of the stairs. The rear door was open, and a middle-aged man in a black suit and white gloves stood beside it. He bowed slightly when he saw Zhao Fengyue come down.

"General manager."

"Um."

Zhao Fengyue nodded and bent down to sit down.

I watched the general manager get into the luxury car, and for a moment I didn't know whether I should get in or not.

Just then, a voice came from inside the car: "Dazhuang, you sit in the passenger seat."

"Okay!" I nodded, opened the passenger door, and carefully got in.

As soon as I sat inside the car, I was amazed by its luxurious interior.

The seats are made entirely of genuine leather, and they are soft and comfortable to sit on.

The front features a single piece of dark brown walnut wood trim, with a warm and substantial grain that exudes the unique elegance of a luxury car.

This vehicle is so much better than the bread cart I used to ride in the village.

The middle-aged driver, after getting into his seat, looked at the rearview mirror:

"General Manager, where are we going?"

"Golden Dragon Manor".

"OK."

The car caught fire, vibrated slightly, and slowly drove toward the factory gate.

Upon seeing Tiger Head rushing towards them, the security guard at the factory gate immediately strode out of the security room and opened the factory gate.

The car passed through the factory gate and sped away.

Hei Zi, who was lying in wait at the door, saw Hu Tou rush out and his eyes lit up:

"Holy crap, it's a Mercedes-Benz V-Class!"

Sitting in the back seat, Xiao Ze heard his exclamation, looked up, and when he saw the Tiger Head Mercedes approaching, he said calmly:

"This is the car of Dingsheng's general manager."

However, when the car drove by and he saw the passenger seat, his eyes widened:

"It's that guy!"

"Keep up!"

Although I don't know why this guy is riding in the general manager's Mercedes-Benz, I can't just let him go like that.

I must avenge this today.

After all, he only hired these three people for one day. If this guy doesn't come back to the factory today, wouldn't it be a waste?

Hearing his words, Kuroko nodded: "Okay."

The car turned around and slowly followed the Mercedes-Benz W14.

Jinlong Mountain Villa is a wild game restaurant located in the mountains of Dongguan. It offers all sorts of wild game, including monkey brains and pangolins. If you have the money, the restaurant can get you whatever you want to eat.

Some people who are used to home-cooked meals will come here to patronize.

Zhao Fengyue came here today at the invitation of the authorities.

After driving for more than half an hour, the Tiger Head Mercedes stopped outside a small courtyard.

At the entrance of the courtyard, there is a sign on the roof that reads: Jinlong Villa.

The signboard was surrounded by fluorescent red lights, but they weren't flashing because it was daytime.

From the outside, Jinlong Villa doesn't look very big, but once you drive inside, it's a completely different world.

This place covers an area of ​​over 300 square meters. It is surrounded by three two-story buildings. The roof of the main building is painted gold, and a long red dragon is wrapped around it.

The driver got out and opened the car door for the general manager, who then slowly stepped out.

"Sister Zhao, this way please."

The waiter greeted Zhao Fengyue with a smile.

"Okay," Zhao Fengyue replied calmly, her face expressionless.

I slowed down and followed his retreating figure.

After walking a dozen or so steps, I saw a row of private rooms, each with its name written on the door:

Golden Dragon, Silver Dragon, Tycoon, Good Fortune, VIP.

The Golden Dragon VIP room is the most expensive, and the Golden Dragon typeface inside looks so shiny and dazzling that I even suspect the typeface is made of gold.

Upon entering the private room, one could see that it was over a hundred square meters in size. It occupied a huge area.

The main hall features a large round table, with a radius of 2.4 meters. Next to it are a lounge and a toilet.

Two middle-aged men in their forties were sitting at the table. When they saw Zhao Fengyue come in, they greeted her with smiles.

"Feng Yue is here? Please have a seat."

"Manager Zhao, please have a seat."

"Okay." Zhao Fengyue nodded and sat down.

Looking at the scene before me, I was momentarily unsure whether I should sit down.

Zhao Fengyue patted the chair next to her: "Dazhuang, sit here."

"Okay." I nodded and quickly sat down.

In the distance, a middle-aged man dressed in white with a slicked-back hairstyle touched his glasses and looked at me with ill intent.

"Feng Yue, who is this person?"

"Oh, this person is an employee of our Dingsheng branch." After she finished speaking, she looked at me, first pointing to the middle-aged man with slicked-back hair: "This is General Manager Wu from China Merchants Bank."

Then he pointed to the middle-aged man in a black suit next to him:

"This is Mr. Li, the general manager of the Agricultural Bank of China."

Mr. Li smiled and nodded at me. Mr. Wu, however, didn't even look up, not even glancing at me. His eyes were fixed on Zhao Fengyue's chest, as if he were intoxicated by fine wine. When Zhao Fengyue mentioned me, he curled his lip in disapproval.

"Fengyue, let's have dinner together. Why did we bring him along?"

Mr. Wu looked somewhat displeased. Zhao Fengyue had previously called him to inquire about Dingsheng's desire to borrow 100 million yuan, using Dingsheng's factory and assets as collateral.

Dingsheng's factory buildings are worth about 10 to 20 million yuan, and with all its various assets combined, it could borrow up to 100 million yuan if it really wanted to.

It falls into the category of whether or not to lend.

Therefore, he did not completely reject Zhao Fengyue, but instead invited her out for a meal to discuss things in detail.

As for how the talks went in the end? That depends on whether Zhao Fengyue knows how to handle people.

Although Zhao Fengyue is over forty, she still retains her charm. Not only is she beautiful and has a great figure, but she is also a powerful businesswoman who dominates the business world.

The thought of conquering such a strong woman in bed would be incredibly satisfying for him.

He had long had his eye on Zhao Fengyue, and now that she had come begging, he was itching to get her.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Fengyue even invited General Manager Li from the Agricultural Bank of China to come along. That's one thing, but bringing a man along too? What's going on? Is she being insincere?

He sized up the 1.9-meter-tall man in front of him, his eyes slightly narrowed.

He had initially planned to get Zhao Fengyue drunk and then force himself on her. But since Zhao Fengyue brought a man with her, getting her drunk wouldn't be so easy.

But it's okay, if you can't get them drunk, you can always drug them!

A sly smile spread across his face as he pulled a pill from his pocket. It was a love potion he'd bought from a Sichuan gang. Legend had it that even the most chaste and virtuous woman would succumb to its power after taking it.

Zhao Fengyue felt a little displeased when she saw President Wu leering at her. However, she was used to this kind of look, and given that she had important business to attend to today, she calmly replied to President Wu:

"Mr. Wu, this is my younger brother. He's learning from me how to develop business."

Of course, she wouldn't say that she brought Chen Dazhuang with her to fend off drinking, and also because she was afraid you'd make advances on her.

Her words were cleverly crafted, immediately establishing the legitimacy of Chen Dazhuang's presence, leaving General Manager Wu with no way to refute them. He remained silent as he looked at her.

After Zhao Fengyue finished speaking with General Manager Wu, she turned to look at General Manager Li:

"Mr. Li, as you mentioned on the phone, Dingsheng would like to borrow 100 million yuan, using Dingsheng's factory and assets as collateral. What do you think?"

When she called Mr. Wu to ask for a loan, he only said that they would discuss it in detail over dinner. She then asked Mr. Li from the Agricultural Bank of China, but Mr. Li's words were also full of hesitation.

So she invited both of them.

Mr. Li, who had been silent all along, thought for a moment and pondered when Zhao Fengyue asked him about the coughing incident:

"Well, to be honest, with Dingsheng's assets, borrowing 100 million is barely possible. But I need to see some information."

Dingsheng's total assets do indeed exceed 100 million.

But when you borrow money from a bank, it's not like if you have 100 million in assets, I'll lend you 100 million.

Even if you can't repay the loan, you can sell the assets you mortgaged to recover your principal.

However, the assets sold by banks are often priced about 20% lower than the market price. Therefore, if you have assets of 100 million, the bank will be lucky to lend you 70 million at most.

Furthermore, banks lend you money for the interest, not for your assets. Therefore, it's essential to ensure your repayment ability and reduce the risk of bad debts.

"Okay, Mr. Li, I've prepared all the materials."

Zhao Fengyue nodded, opened the bag in her hand, and took out a stack of A4-sized documents.

The reason she asked Mr. Li first was because he was an upright and honest person, not the kind of person who was lustful. It would be best if she could borrow money from him.

If that doesn't work, ask Mr. Wu.

Mr. Wu picked up his wine glass, watching Zhao Fengyue produce the documents, but remained silent. Given Dingsheng's assets, borrowing 100 million was difficult. He figured Mr. Li wouldn't lend it either.

Sure enough, after reviewing the materials, Mr. Li fell into deep thought.

To be honest, Dingsheng's total assets are estimated to be around 120 to 130 million. He could barely manage to borrow 100 million by mortgaging it.

But she borrowed money for business expansion, and expansion carries risks, and judging from the information she had, the risks were not small!

He really didn't dare to make this decision. After a moment's hesitation, he put the documents away.

"Mr. Zhao, how about this, I'll give you an answer in a couple of days."

That's practically the same as not lending at all. If I really wanted to lend you money, why would I need to be so tactful?

When Mr. Wu, usually so composed, saw him speak, he smiled, picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and looked at Zhao Fengyue with a smile:

"Zhao Mei, you still have to come to me for money. Don't even mention 100 million, if you serve me well, I'll give you 200 million."

China Merchants Bank is a joint-stock bank, so its approval process is less stringent and it has fewer regulations. It is also more willing to take on greater risks when lending.

For example, with credit cards ten years from now, it's normal to have a credit limit of 20,000 to 30,000 yuan when you first open the card. After using it for six months to a year, you might have a credit limit of 50,000 to 60,000 yuan.

What about banks with strict approval processes? It's not uncommon for them to give you a credit limit of a few thousand yuan when you first open an account.

Although Mr. Wu's figure of 200 million is somewhat exaggerated, given Dingsheng's assets, obtaining a loan of 100 million from China Merchants Bank is indeed not difficult.

Zhao Fengyue listened to President Wu's words, smiled and nodded, then took another document from her bag and handed it to me:

"Dazhuang, take this to General Manager Wu for me."

"it is good."

I nodded, picked up the documents, and walked over to Mr. Wu, handing them to him. But Mr. Wu glanced at me and didn't take them.

Turning to look at Zhao Fengyue:

"Feng Yue, we haven't eaten or drunk anything, and you're already discussing business? Isn't that a bit too hasty?"

"That's true, then let's eat first." Zhao Fengyue nodded with a smile upon hearing this.

After I placed the documents on Mr. Wu's desk, I turned around and went back to sit down.

After taking a few bites of his meal, General Manager Wu picked up the documents on the table, glanced at them, and then looked at Zhao Fengyue, casually drinking his wine.

"Feng Yue, this loan is a bit difficult for you."

"However, if you are sincere, it's not a big problem."

As Zhao Fengyue listened to her words, a bad feeling rose in her heart, and she nodded: "I'd like to hear more details."

Upon hearing her words, Mr. Wu laughed heartily: "Let's drink first, and then we can talk."

He stood up, poured wine, and walked towards Zhao Fengyue:

"Fengyue, come, let's drink a cup of nuptial wine first."

This statement is not only ambiguous, but also highly aggressive.

Zhao Fengyue frowned slightly, but said calmly:

"Mr. Wu, I'm not good at drinking. Let my brother toast you instead."

Upon hearing the general manager's words, I immediately stood up, picked up my wine glass, and raised it towards General Manager Wu:

"Mr. Wu, on behalf of Mr. Zhao, I'd like to propose a toast to you."

After saying that, he drank it all in one gulp without waiting for him to speak.

Mr. Wu frowned, his face flushed, and he glared at me with displeasure.

"Who do you think you are, daring to respect me on behalf of Feng Yue?"

His intention was to get Zhao Fengyue drunk; he had no intention of drinking with me.

I knew exactly what he was thinking, but my purpose in coming here was to help Mr. Zhao fend off the drinking. Having received five hundred yuan in wages, I had to get it done.

Listening to Mr. Wu's words, I smiled and poured wine into my glass:

"Mr. Wu, I was too presumptuous. I'll apologize with ten cups of wine."

This is Moutai liquor, and its alcohol content is quite high. Even Mr. Wu was stunned when he drank ten cups in one go.

He stared blankly as I downed ten cups in one go, then laughed in exasperation:

"Kid, you've got a decent capacity for alcohol."

I raised my glass to him and said, "Mr. Wu, I'm new here, so it's really inappropriate for me to toast on behalf of Ms. Zhao. How about this: if you toast Ms. Zhao, I'll return the favor with three. If I get drunk, then you can toast Ms. Zhao."

Mr. Wu paused, a slight smile playing on his lips, after hearing my words. "Just as I thought, a brat who hasn't even grown his first beard yet. Three cups for one?"

I've already gone to such lengths to be polite, offering three drinks in return for one. He couldn't very well refuse to let me toast on behalf of General Manager Zhao. Besides, he figured it would be the same if he got me drunk first and then tried to get General Manager Zhao drunk. He glanced at me with a hint of mockery.

"Sometimes, when it comes to refusing drinks, you have to consider whether you have the ability to handle it. If one drink is exchanged for three, can you keep up?"

After saying that, he picked up his wine glass, raised it towards me, and poured it into his mouth.

"We can hold on."

I nodded and drank it all in one gulp.

We finished a bottle of Moutai in one go, and then opened a second one. When the second bottle was empty, Mr. Wu was starting to feel the effects.

He intended to get me drunk before getting Zhao Fengyue drunk, but he ended up getting drunk himself.

He felt a throbbing in his head, his legs felt unsteady, and his eyes were cloudy as he looked at me. He hesitated for a moment, then turned back to sit down.

Although I felt a little dizzy, I was still far from being drunk.

When Secretary Wu came to see me, I told her I had never been drunk, and I wasn't exaggerating. In all my years, I've never experienced being drunk.

Because my dad is an alcoholic, I started drinking when I was very young. My mom said that when I was born, I was very fussy, so my dad would give me alcohol to keep me from bothering him and make me drunk so I could sleep.

From childhood to adulthood, I've been immersed in alcohol; drinking alcohol is almost as common as drinking water for me.

Seeing that my expression remained normal, Mr. Wu felt a little uneasy. He thought for a moment and realized that getting me drunk didn't seem to be a good idea. He decided to drug me instead.

He took out the pills from his pocket and secretly put them into the two cups while he was picking up food to eat.

Picking up the cup, he walked towards Zhao Fengyue:

"Fengyue, you haven't had a drink yet today. You have to have one, no matter what!"

Zhao Fengyue nodded upon hearing this. Since President Wu had said so, she definitely had to have a drink; she had to give him that much face.

Mr. Wu watched as Zhao Fengyue downed the drugged wine in one gulp, a smile spreading across his face.

Then he looked at me:

"Dazhuang, right? Have another drink, and this round will be over after we finish this one."

As he spoke, he presented the wine, laced with medicine, to her.