Tycoon: I Have an Unlimited Modifier novel Chapter 223

Chapter 223: Chapter 138: Pulling Off a Big One (Part 2)

In less than half an hour, Qi Sheng had the evaluation report in hand.

The report was fairly detailed, but Qi Sheng only cared about the total assessed value.

1.3 billion?

Zhou Yu asked with a smile, "President Qi, are you satisfied with the assessed value of Shengxuan Financial Center?"

This evaluation report was, of course, a gesture of goodwill from Zhou Yu.

With a total assessed value of 1.3 billion, he could secure a credit line of 70%, which meant a loan of 900 million!

"I’m very satisfied."

Qi Sheng smiled and nodded, accepting Zhou Yu’s gesture.

"Haha, have some tea."

Of course, Zhou Yu had no doubt about Qi Sheng’s ability to repay the loan.

The rental income from Shengxuan Financial Center alone was in the tens of millions annually, more than enough to cover the interest on the loan.

The monthly dividends Qi Sheng received from his family trust alone were enough to set Zhou Yu’s mind at ease.

At the end of the workday, Qi Sheng and Zhou Yu walked out of the China Construction Bank branch, talking and laughing.

They were accompanied by Chu Qing and Zhou Yu’s secretary, Liu Ya.

They saw Gu Hai hold open the rear door of the Cullinan for them.

"President Qi, is this your Cullinan?"

Zhou Yu was rather stunned. His desire to get on Qi Sheng’s good side grew even stronger.

"I liked it, so I bought it. It’s nothing special."

Qi Sheng gave a nonchalant smile and gestured for Zhou Yu to get in.

"Manager Chu, Secretary Liu, you two can take the BMW 7 Series behind us."

Before arriving, Qi Sheng had specifically asked Gu Hai to bring the BMW 7 Series as well.

Ever since Qi Sheng got the Cullinan, the BMW 7 Series had been thoroughly demoted.

Zhou Huaiping and the others only used it on the rare occasion they needed to entertain clients.

"Yes, President Qi."

Of course, neither Chu Qing nor Liu Ya dared to object, so they obediently went to the BMW 7 Series behind them.

"Qingqing, that Mr. Qi is loaded! He actually has a Cullinan!"

Liu Ya couldn’t help but swoon as she watched the tall and handsome Qi Sheng.

"Wipe your drool. The driver is waiting for us."

Chu Qing, unfazed, teased, "Aren’t you afraid of making President Zhou jealous?"

"Pfft, that old fossil. He’s not worth a single hair on President Qi’s head."

Liu Ya didn’t bother holding back in front of Chu Qing, her words dripping with contempt.

"Qingqing, has anything happened between you and President Qi?"

"Of course not. President Qi is just my client."

Chu Qing denied it, though she didn’t mean it.

She was too embarrassed to admit she’d thrown herself at him, only to be rejected.

"Just look at your face. It’s got ’I want to sleep with President Qi’ written all over it."

Liu Ya rolled her eyes at Chu Qing from the backseat of the BMW 7 Series.

She sank into the plush leather seat and stretched contentedly.

"The rich really have it good. This car must cost almost two million, right?"

"Pretty much."

Chu Qing replied absently, her mind elsewhere.

"No way. Is there really a man Miss Chu the Elder can’t handle?"

Liu Ya laughed theatrically. "Need your big sis to help you strategize?"

"Well... A man like President Qi must be surrounded by exceptional women, right?"

After a moment’s hesitation, Chu Qing decided to ask the more experienced Liu Ya for help.

"Definitely. The moment I first saw him, I wanted to jump him. So what does that tell you?"

Liu Ya rolled her eyes. "If you ask me, you’re just not being aggressive enough. With a prime catch like him, you have to go all out. So what if he rejects you? At least you won’t have any regrets!"

"I..."

Chu Qing asked herself and had to admit it: she really hadn’t been aggressive enough.

With an ordinary man, her subtle, flirty advances might have been enough to make him confess his feelings for her.

But what about Qi Sheng?

A tycoon with assets exceeding a billion!

The deals he discussed with the bank president started in the hundreds of millions.

Men like him were as rare as a unicorn.

He was surrounded by countless exceptional women.

’Even with her looks, if she wasn’t aggressive, she didn’t stand a chance.’

...

「Xinrong Ji.」

Qi Sheng had his two "slacker" secretaries book a private room in advance to host his guest of honor, Zhou Yu.

As a restaurant with a per-person cost of over 1,000, its class and standards were more than sufficient for a business banquet.

He had already paid for the meal in advance. Although there were only four of them, he had ordered sixteen dishes—more than enough for them all.

Drunken Prawns with Amber Glaze and Rich Roe, Homestyle Braised Wild Yellow Croaker from the East China Sea, Stone Pot Beef Short Ribs with Sichuan Peppercorns...

The food alone cost over ten thousand.

Compared to the 2.1 million Zhou Yu helped him save each year, it was a trivial expense.

"President Qi, what do you say we just go straight for a bottle of Maotai each?"

Zhou Yu wanted to test Qi Sheng’s tolerance for alcohol.

He could handle a bottle and a half himself, which made him something of a minor God of Wine.

Most people couldn’t keep up with him.

She could use getting drunk as an excuse to be more forward.

’Qi Sheng wouldn’t hold it against her then, would he?’

"Then pour it yourself."

Qi Sheng never forced women to drink.

Chu Qing was true to her word, filling her glass to the very brim.

"Excellent!"

Zhou Yu clapped, clearly satisfied with Chu Qing’s performance.

"President Qi, I’d like to try the aged Maotai, too," Liu Ya chimed in.

Liu Ya had drunk plenty of fine liquor in her time, but she’d never even heard of a Maotai that cost 110,000 a bottle.

"Help yourself. No need to stand on ceremony."

Out of respect for Zhou Yu, Qi Sheng couldn’t very well make things difficult for his secretary.

"Thank you, President Qi."

Liu Ya gleefully poured herself a glass of the vintage Maotai.

Savoring the fragrant aroma, she ignored the food and immediately took a large gulp.

"This aged Maotai really is something else! It tastes a hundred times better than the regular stuff!"

Liu Ya was a seasoned drinker, having attended her fair share of banquets with Zhou Yu.

She had lost count of how many bottles of ordinary Maotai she’d drunk.

But the taste of the vintage Maotai was a true revelation.

"President Qi, why don’t you let our Qingqing give you a toast? After all, you’re her biggest client. She has to show her appreciation somehow."

Liu Ya had just caught the look from Zhou Yu, so she naturally knew what to do.

She could also tell that Chu Qing was desperate to get her claws into President Qi.

It was just that President Qi’s standards were too high; he seemed surprisingly indifferent to a great beauty like Chu Qing.

"Let’s eat first. There’s no rush to drink."

Qi Sheng picked up his chopsticks first, gesturing for Zhou Yu to begin.

"Haha, President Qi is right. Manager Chu, whatever it takes, you must make sure President Qi is well taken care of today."

Zhou Yu was a sly old dog, and his teasing instantly made Chu Qing’s face flush crimson.

"President Qi, I’ll toast to you. You drink as you please, I’ll take a big gulp."

As she spoke, Chu Qing took a large gulp of the baijiu, almost choking on it.

The fiery liquor burned its way down her throat, setting her lungs ablaze.

In Chu Qing’s eyes, the already tall and handsome Qi Sheng now seemed like the perfect god of a man.

His every move exuded an irresistible charm.

’You damn man. I didn’t get you last time.’

’Today, no matter what, I’m taking you to bed!’