It was just a risk assessment, but it was only a single time …
In the financial world, it was unknown how much money and connections he would need if he could get Jiang Yunchen to give him a talk.
However, Song didn't have any of these. When her father was still alive, Song An had never allowed her to interfere in the business of the Song Family. Her stepmother had even sent her to Germany to study medicine, to learn something she didn't like.
After so many years, where did she get her connections and money?
The only thing he could do was to try his best by using unorthodox methods.
Jiang Yunchen walked to the side and poured two glasses of whiskey into a glass of ice. He took a sip from one and handed the other to her.
She took it hesitantly, her palm cold.
"You don't have to send a woman to my bed." He knew what was going on in her head, so he interrupted her dirty thoughts.
"So Mr. Jiang likes men?" "That's fine too, I can get a few young and beautiful men to come over." She smiled, though it was hard to tell if it was a joke or a real one.
When her calculating gaze fell on his eyes, Jiang Yun Chen said in a low voice, "I have my own judgment. The Song family is currently not within my consideration. "
"The Song Family is not bad. What other companies can give you, we will pay by the same amount, or even more. " She had put in a lot of effort. If Jiang Yun Chen could give her a hand, it would be equivalent to pulling her out of a quagmire.
This wasn't a help, it was a help.
Jiang Yun Chen's eyes were focused on her fair face, and she was a little flustered by his gaze.
"There are a lot of people who have come to this room to beg of me. I want to know what your 'more' means." His voice always seemed to have a playful tone to it, like a gentleman with a knife. Wherever he spoke, it was filled with danger, but at the same time, it also maintained a sense of gentleness and politeness, making it impossible for people to pick on his thorns.
Song Yu was no longer an innocent girl. He knew what the meaning of Jiang Yun Chen's words were.
She gritted her teeth and the veins on her forehead bulged. She raised her head, and her eyes were filled with a slight sense of anger.
"I only talk about business, not selling." She didn't expect Jiang YunChen to be such a person like Meng Lang. The memories in her mind were like seaweed vines that bound her together once again. The excruciating pain from two years ago made her feel nauseous just thinking about it.
What gentleman? It was an act. This man was not a gentleman; he was a complete and utter fool!
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Her palms clenched into fists in an invisible place, her nails digging into her palms, hurting.
Seeing her so nervous, Jiang Yun Chen walked to the side, poured another cup of wine, and downed it in one go. He pressed his lips together, "What are you selling? "You?"
Song Yu was questioned in return, and his eyebrows furrowed, as if his acupoints had been firmly locked in place.
She felt that she had been defeated!
He was setting up a trap for her, making her speak in such a coquettish manner. Concealed Light, on the other hand, felt as if her mind was filled with dirty thoughts.
Song Yu felt that they couldn't continue the conversation, but maintained his courtesy. "Is Sir Jiang particularly experienced in this area?"
Jiang YunChen didn't say a word as he stood half a meter away, watching her silently. He had already finished two glasses of whiskey in his hand.
Song Yu bit his red lips: "How about this, since Mr. Jiang wants to see my sincerity, that's fine." I'm studying medicine in Germany, so I can help Mr. Jiang inspect his body for free. How about it? "
"My body is healthy, so I don't need it for now."
"Didn't you say that people often come to this room to beg for your help these past few days?" You are doing a great deal of daily work, and I think you need to check it. "