My Dongguan Love Story

Ouya Coffee only opened a store in Dongguan this year.

Before this, coffee was not well-known in the city. Many locals didn't even know what coffee was.

Since Ouya Coffee opened, it has attracted many middle-class consumers from Dongguan. Drinking coffee has even become a status symbol, seemingly more prestigious than drinking milk tea.

Mr. Li sat at the corner on the second floor, sipping coffee and anxiously looking out the window.

As soon as I came out of the Dingsheng factory building, I saw a Mercedes-Benz W14 parked at the bottom of the stairs, so I quickly went over to it.

The back door of the Tiger Head Ben was wide open, and Zhao Fengyue was sitting inside.

"President Zhao." I greeted Zhao Fengyue and then walked towards the passenger seat.

"Dazhuang." Zhao Fengyue looked at me, a slight smile appearing on her serious face. "Sit in the back seat."

"Okay." I nodded and sat down.

Looking ahead, I noticed that the driver today wasn't the same one as yesterday; it was an older man with a receding hairline.

The bald driver looked surprised when he saw me sitting in the back seat. He had known Mr. Zhao for so long and had never seen a man sitting alone with him in the back seat.

Her eyes couldn't help but glance at me.

"Xiao Li, let's go to Ouya Coffee."

"Okay, Mr. Zhao."

"Dazhuang, how's it going in the marketing department?" Zhao Fengyue smiled at me, blinking her eyelashes.

"It's good, but I don't know much about the business, and I'm afraid I'll cause some problems." I said apologetically.

I don't know anything, all I do is work hard, I really have no confidence that I can do a good job as the marketing manager.

"Yeah, it's okay, just think of it as a learning experience."

As Zhao Fengyue spoke, she reached out and put her arm around my shoulder, resting her head against me.

Her sudden action startled me. I didn't know why she was suddenly so intimate with me, even though we had been intimate before. But afterwards, she acted as if nothing had happened, and her attitude towards me was rather cold.

Driver Xiao Li glanced at the rearview mirror and saw how intimately Mr. Zhao and I were, which startled him.

She thought to herself: My goodness, this man is actually President Zhao's lover?

They'd known Mr. Zhao for years and had never seen him date a man. They'd always been curious about what kind of woman he liked, and today they'd finally seen it for themselves.

He couldn't help but glance at the rearview mirror, wanting to get a closer look at what kind of man was favored by President Zhao.

Zhao Fengyue, on the other hand, felt the man's strong and sturdy presence before her, and rested her head on his shoulder, feeling very secure and comfortable.

She was very satisfied with this man. Regardless of whether she would entrust her life to him, she was at least willing to develop a romantic relationship with him at the moment.

"We'll go out to discuss some business later."

"it is good."

"After we finish discussing business, will you stay with me tonight?"

"Huh? Okay." I was taken aback. It wasn't that I was unwilling, but I was short of food.

At that moment, the car suddenly came to a stop.

The driver, Xiao Li, was listening intently to our conversation and wasn't paying attention to what was ahead. By the time he realized what was happening, he had almost crashed into the car in front of him. Luckily, he slammed on the brakes in time, bringing the car to a stop; a second later and it would have caused an accident.

The braking inertia pulled Zhao Fengyue forward, and she was thrown into the air, almost hitting the front seat. Fortunately, I reacted quickly and caught her.

Zhao Fengyue swayed slightly, feeling a little dizzy, and frowned: "Xiao Li, drive carefully."

Xiao Li is always a careful driver; she was clearly eavesdropping on her and Da Zhuang's conversation. She sighed inwardly. A gossipy driver like that isn't a good driver; she'd have to find someone else tomorrow.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhao, I'm so sorry."

Xiao Li quickly apologized with a smile.

Half an hour later, we arrived at Ouya Coffee Shop.

When I first saw the sign for Eurasia Coffee, I was immediately struck by its interior design. It was very stylish and sophisticated, with a neon sign that even flashed.

Inside the coffee shop, many stylishly dressed men and women were chatting and laughing.

The speakers were playing Teresa Cheng's song: "Sweet, sweet, your smile is so sweet, like flowers blooming in the spring breeze, blooming in the spring breeze..."

Upon reaching the second floor, Zhao Fengyue looked around, and when she spotted President Li, she quickly stepped forward and said with a smile:

"Mr. Li, I'm so sorry I'm late."

"No, no, I just arrived too."

Mr. Li stood up and said.

After saying that, he reached out and shook my hand.

This puzzled me. I'm not familiar with him, so why was he being so polite to me?

Logically speaking, it was General Manager Zhao who needed his help. And since I was General Manager Zhao's follower, he shouldn't need to curry favor with me.

Zhao Fengyue didn't think too much about it; she went straight to the point: "President Li, is there any progress on the loan for Dingsheng?"

"Hmm." Mr. Li nodded. "To be honest, this loan is a bit difficult for you."

These days, whether it's a state-owned bank or a joint-stock bank, getting a loan is still very difficult. Collateral is required, and even if collateral is available, its value must exceed the loan amount.

Dingsheng has enough collateral, so procedurally speaking, Mr. Li can definitely issue the loan.

However, since Dingsheng's loans are intended for expansion, there is a certain degree of risk involved. Therefore, greater caution is required.

After all, whoever lends money is responsible for it. If you lend money recklessly and cause bad debts, you will have to bear the consequences.

If this 100 million loan becomes a bad debt, Manager Li will face severe punishment.

Therefore, since the negative aspects outweigh the positive ones, normally he wouldn't take out this loan.

Zhao Fengyue was naturally aware of this. But since President Li had summoned her, there must be hope. Furthermore, President Li's words clearly indicated there was more to the story.

"Mr. Li, please just say what's on your mind."

"Well, Mr. Zhao, to be honest, this loan is a bit risky. Normally, I wouldn't be willing to do it, but I have a favor to ask of you, so..."

He made it very clear that as long as Zhao Fengyue could help him with this favor, he was willing to take the risk and approve the loan for her.

"Mr. Li, you're too kind. What is it that you need?"

Dingsheng is still short of this money, and if it's something within their power, they're definitely willing to help President Li. They'd even be willing to accept a kickback if it didn't exceed one million.

Hearing Zhao Fengyue's words, Mr. Li felt a little more at ease and looked at me:

Actually, I wanted to ask Dazhuang for a favor.

Huh? Zhao Fengyue looked at me with a puzzled expression, and I was just as puzzled. Why would she ask me for help?

Then, Mr. Li explained.

His son was being held hostage by Brother Nan from the Hunan gang. They were using his son to blackmail him into falsifying accounts to secure loans for them.

This is illegal. How could I do such a thing? If I do it, I will definitely be discovered and I will end up in jail.

If I don't do it, I'll have to collect my son's body.

He's been quite anxious these past few days. Then he saw me easily knock out several members of the Hunan gang, and he thought I was very skilled, so he wanted me to help him rescue his son.

Zhao Fengyue fell silent after hearing his words.

To be honest, she desperately needed the loan, but she also really liked Dazhuang. This whole thing sounded pretty dangerous—rushing into the Hunan gang to rescue someone? The Hunan gang wasn't exactly a saint; they were organized crime. If you messed with them, they could kill you without warning.

Sending Dazhuang on a risk just for his own loan?

She couldn't do this: "I'm sorry, Mr. Li, we can't do this..."

"Okay, I'll do it." I interrupted Mr. Zhao.

This sounds difficult, but if it weren't difficult, Mr. Li wouldn't have offered it up for exchange.

I work at Dingsheng and can't really help Mr. Zhao much. Now that I have an opportunity to contribute, how can I let it pass me by?

Besides, this is also a way for me to demonstrate my value. If I can help him, it might greatly benefit my future career advancement and wealth.

Upon hearing my words, Mr. Li's previously dejected face broke into a smile: "Good, good."

Zhao Fengyue sighed and looked at me: "Dazhuang, this is dangerous, and I don't want you to go. You don't know, the Hunan gang members are all desperate criminals."

"Mr. Zhao, don't worry, I know what I'm doing." I reassured Mr. Zhao, then turned to Mr. Li: "Mr. Li, let's go."