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  Chapter 184: Please, Mr. Jiang, Lead Me to Wealth

  TL: Etude

  In the resple ba hall, around twenty tables were set up, each bustling with the k of gsses and ughter.

  Jiang Qin was seated at the very st table, closest to the entrance. His table panions were mostly uninvited guests, often seen with a wine gss in hand, scurrying around to propose toasts to others, their warm faces to cold shoulders.

  In business, there are times when one must shed their dignity.

  Dignity, after all, be shelved at home during the early stages of a career and recimed ter when one has established themselves.

  To find someone worthy of fttery was sidered lucky. Some at the table didn’t even know who to ftter and sat anxiously.

  Among them, Jiang Qin stood out.

  Before the dishes were served, he focused on crag sunflower seeds; after, he trated solely oing, seemingly detached from the surroundings.

  Ohe drinks reached their peak, and the pleasantries cluded, the grand show of boasting began.

  The busiys of Lin started to show off their skills, each more impressive tha, earning appuse all around.

  Jiang Qiarted to move. He removed his jacket, grabbed a bottle of wine, and quietly moved around the hall like a ghost. He didn’t engage in versation or boast, instead smoothly approag each target.

  Businesspeople have their own circles, not everyone is keen to work.

  Like Jiang Qin, who only eavesdropped on circles he found iing.

  “Who are you?”

  “A hotel waiter, at your service for drinks, so you focus on your versation.”

  Jiang Qin swiftly filled a gss for the inquisitor and tinued eavesdropping.

  The questioned executive didn’t suspeything; after all, the waiters were all dressed in bck. He returo his industry discussions and boasting, casually passing his empty gss back when finished.

  Huh?Where did he go?The guy who called me a busiitan and was serving me drinks?

  “Turns out, the owner of the foot bath city, Mr. Wang, loves to t Buddhist scriptures.”

  “The owner of Xile Yan and Juxian Lou, Mr. Liang, is a vegetarian.”

  “The hotel owner, Mr. Xu, has a germ phobia and doesn’t use napkins, always carrying his handkerchief.”

  “The owner of the Westeraurant and café, Mr. Zheng, doesn’t drink wi tea, and loves roadside barbecues.”

  “…”

  After making a round, Jiang Qiuro his table, silently noting several key points, finding each person charmingly tradictory.

  An hour into the Lin erce Association ba, Jiang Qin couldn’t resist stepping out for fresh air in a er.

  It was overwhelming.

  Even for someone as unfppable as him, listening to tinuous boasting for an hour was taxing.

  The bragging was intense, especially from Mr. , who cimed to be a retail giant. As he drank more, his face reddened, and he boasted about selling cotton shoes to Afrid toilet paper to India.

  Ihere’s always someoer. How great it would be if modesty could be sold to Japan and humility to Korea.

  “Boss, I’ve collected all the useful business cards.”

  Wei Lann had already dismahe standee aracted all the business cards, holding a thick sta her hand.

  “Okay, put them in y for now. Go eat something at their third-floor buffet, I’ll reimburse you.”

  “And what about you?”

  Jiang Qin stretched zily, “Mr. He hasn’t left yet. I ’t just leave; that would be disrespectful. I’ll meet you in the parking lot ter.”

  “Alright,” Wei Lann nodded.

  “And be careful not to let those executives see you. We don’t want to give anything away when we iate ter.”

  After saying this, Jiang Qiered the ba hall and stayed until the eually joining He Yijun outside the hotel.

  Mr. He, not being a heavy drinker, had ed little and was still clear-headed. He couldn’t fathom why Jiang Qin had attehe event.

  He her drank nor fttered anyone.

  Although Jiang Qin had made several rounds in the hall, he didn’t utter a word, fog solely on p drinks for everyone. What was the point of that?

  “Are you sure you don’t need me to get a business card for you?” Mr. He asked.

  Jiang Qin shook his head. “Those are big bosses. I’m too small for them to notice. Having their cards wouldn’t be of much use, let it be.”

  Mr. He couldn’t help but express his bafflement: “I really ’t see through you.”

  “Mr. He, where’s your driver? Do you need a lift back?”

  “No need, my driver should be here soon. I’ll just get some fresh air at the entrance. You go ahead.”

  On a cold winter night, Jiang Qin drove Wei Lann out of the underground parking lot, stopped randomly by the roadside, turned on the night light, and begaiculously reviewing each business card. He separated the irrelevant ones, keeping only those that might be useful ter, and jotted down a few key words on them.

  As his friends had said, it’s easy tet short-term memories. A poor memory is better served with a pen.

  “Lann, do you think this business card is made of gold?” Jiang Qin asked, holding up a golden card from a real estate developer.

  “It ’t be, at most it’s just gold-colored,” Wei Lann replied, finding it hard to believe anyone would mix gold into their business cards. That would be foolish.

  Jiang Qin also thought it unlikely, feeling a bit disappointed, but decided to try burning it ter to check.

  Real or not, these useful cards were his biggest gain of the night. Each could potentially pave the way for his future.

  Suddenly, a series of knocks on the window startled them. Jiang Qin, thinking it might be a traffic officer, rolled down the window only to see Mr. He’s plex expression.

  His face was flushed from the alcohol, his brows furrowed, giving him a somewhat fierce look.

  Mr. He’s gaze fell oack of business cards, and he remained silent for a long while before turning to Wei Lann in the back seat.

  “Manager Wei?”

  Wei Lann, a bit awkwardly, responded, “Mr. He, what a ce…”

  After firming her identity, Mr. He’s mouth twitched slightly.

  He had thought the girl at the door looked familiar and had inteo take a closer look, but Jiang Qin had stopped him.

  Now, thinking back, he realized the biggest trap had bee right at the entrance – a trap into which everyone fell.

  What a strategy! Jiang Qin really knew how to py the game.

  Indeed, he didn’t need a business card; he wanted everyoo hand theirs over willingly.

  “Mr. He, what brings you here?” Jiang Qin couldn’t help but ask.

  Mr. He ughed, “I just got in my car and when I saw yours wasn’t moving, I thought you might be in trouble, so I came to check. But I never expected…”

  “You’re really kied,” Jiang Qin plimented.

  “I was thinking I’m a damn fool. Jiang, if you don’t get rich, who will?”

  “You believe these cards were just picked up by me?” Jiang Qin asked calmly.

  Mr. He retorted skeptically, “I don’t fail to see through you; I just uimated your ambition.”

  “How could that be? I barely ate, didn’t drink a sip; my appetite is quite small,” Jiang Qin replied modestly.

  “Stop beating around the bush. Satisfy my curiosity, how did you e up with this clever idea?”

  Jiang Qin stepped out of the car and led Mr. He to the roadside. “You said it yourself. Those attending were arrogant and dismissive. They love showing off at such events. I just lightly provided everyone an opportunity to boast, while also being myself. That’s all.”

  Mr. He looked at him incredulously. “Just because of that oence?”

  “For me, useful informatio o be extensive; a single sentence is enough.”

  Mr. He was at a loss for words.

  His inal advice had been: “Members of the business association, having little formal education, are often arrogant and dismissive, especially in social situations like these, where everyone is there to show off. You’re young and impetuous, so when you go in, observe more and talk less.”

  Wouldn’t a normal person focus on the ‘observe more and talk less’ part?Who would delve deeply into those preliminary remarks?

  But Jiang Qin tched onto the key point, even one Mr. He hadn’t sidered, transf a clear disadvao an undeniable advantage.

  Having been in business for years, Mr. He suddenly felt he had been too ho in the past. If he had the shrewdness of Jiang Qin, multiplying his wealth several hundredfold wouldn’t have been an issue.

  “Mr. He, I really didn’t mean to hide it from you.”

  “As long as you remember to include me in your success,” Mr. He said pensively.

  Jiang Qin smiled broadly: “Look at what you’re saying. I’m ting on you to voue. You’re a pilr for me in Lin.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “After the New Year, if any of those big bosses like Mr. Xu, Mr. Liang, or Mr. Wang ask about me, could you put in a good word? But please, don’t mention anything about the ‘Star Student.’”

  Mr. He, being a businessman, immediately uood.

  Jiang Qin had the cards, but his identity as arepreneurial student was too insignifit to impress the big bosses. In his future iations, he might downpy his student persona, choosing io present himself as a partner of Wanzhong Mall.

  This way, the mall’s reputation would iently bee his credit endorsement.

  Holy, if it weren’t for He Manqi’s time at Lin Uy and her admiration for Jiang Qin’s girlfriend, ired to be a top student like her, Mr. He would never have agreed to this. Their retionship was more than just a busio-business e.

  “Let’s talk about it ter.”

  “Thank you, Mr. He.”

  Mr. He gave Jiang Qin a plex look before returning to his car. He took out his phoo call Yue Zhu, askio prepare a ret shipment record for the group purchasing initiative.

  Yue Zhu, not knowing what Mr. He nning, still mao get Xu Mei, who was responsible for warehouse shipments, to pile a record.

  Upon receiving it, Yue Zhu was visibly surprised after reviewing it.

  “The group purchasing shipments have been this rge retly?”

  “Yes, especially after they expanded into the uy market, the shipments have almost doubled, matg ur workday offline orders.”

  “It seems we uimated the purchasing power of the uy market.”

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