Milan looked towards her close friend, unaware was expected since this chubby guy normally kept a low profile, only interacting with people when they were short of cash.
"He is one of the four big Kings of Huacheng, Wang Qian."
Milan's eyes grew solemn as she spoke the name with deep respect.
"What? Is he a gangster?"
Zhang Xue furrowed her brows, and Milan let out a wry smile, "Not a gangster; he's a financier. Huacheng has four major banks, and no one knows exactly how much money they hold. Let me put it this way, even our industry sometimes borrows money from them to get through tight spots."
"Almost all the banks in Huacheng have borrowed money from them, so within our industry, everyone calls these four financers the four Kings because they control the lifeblood of Huacheng's cash flow."
After hearing this, Zhang Xue looked at Milan somewhat shocked, "The banks, the four Kings."
Zhang Xue then looked at the chubby man, who was ingratiating himself beside Li Feng. He seemed entirely different from the person Milan had described.
"Anyway, this is someone we can't afford to offend. If we do, it will be a massive trouble."
Milan said.
"Alright, I understand."
As Zhang Xue spoke, she twisted on her heel and walked up to Wang Qian, "I heard you're the owner of a bank."
Wang Qian looked at Zhang Xue and scoffed coldly, "What is it, President Zhang, any wise insights?"
Zhang Xue huffed and eyed Li Feng standing beside, "Why lend money to someone like him? Don't tell me fifty billion, he can't even pay back fifty thousand, and the daily interest on those fifty billion is going to be no small sum."
"I know some about your banks, simply put, you're usurers. But even with high-interest loans, you need some collateral, right? What does he have to borrow fifty billion?"
"This loser, even if he sold all his organs, he wouldn't be worth that much."
Zhang Xue looked down on Li Feng to the extreme; fifty billion, he wasn't even worth fifty thousand.
As Wang Qian listened to Zhang Xue's accusations, he turned towards Li Feng.
"Mr. Feng, may I slap her?"
"We're divorced now, she has nothing to do with me."
"Good."
Wang Qian sneered with a grin, slapping Zhang Xue across the face, and she unexpectedly fell to the ground, still a bit dazed, unable to believe that this chubby man had dared to hit her.
"Wow, such an impressive president. Who do you think you are? Your crumby company, I can bankrupt it in minutes, and yet you dare question how I do business."
"I do as I please, you have a problem with that?"
"And you have the nerve to overstep your boundaries, acting as some high and mighty CEO. Let me tell you, in my eyes, you're no better than the bar hostesses, no, actually you're worse since at least those hostesses know how to serve."
Wang Qian bent over, sneering at Zhang Xue, "You want fifty billion, is your broken company worth that?"
"Only because Mr. Feng is merciful. If it were up to me, even if you knelt and sang on the ground begging me, I wouldn't give a damn, trash."
"Stare at me, try staring at me again."
Zhang Xue couldn't bear to look Wang Fatso in the eye and turned fiercely to Li Feng, as if he was the one who had just slapped her.
Li Feng glanced coldly at Zhang Xue, suddenly finding it tedious.
Women, huh.
"Mr. Feng, this bitch truly deserves to be put in her place." Wang Qian also puzzled, usually resolute Mr. Feng was appearing quite "soft" in front of this woman.
What's she anyway, just a somewhat pretty face with a good body and a CEO position. If Mr. Feng liked that kind of standard gal, he could find a dozen in a minute, and guaranteed each one would be as meek as a lamb.
Domineering?
Acting like a CEO in front of him was asking for trouble.
Li Feng glanced sidelong at Wang Qian, who immediately shut up in shivers. Li Feng then coldly turned towards Zhang Xue, "You wanted fifty billion, I gave it to you."
"Now Qingcheng is mine."
"That's that then."
Li Feng said, then raised his eyes to Wei Lan standing behind and walked over to her.
When Wei Lan saw Li Feng approaching, she swallowed nervously, Zhang Xue being too caught up in the immediate, but Wei Lan could see clearly; this Li Feng was no simple man.
Her knowledge about Li Feng was limited, only knowing that he and Zhang Xue were married, as Zhang Xue never mentioned him as if he were invisible.
"What, what do you want to do?"
Wei Lan even felt her heart race.
"Wei Lan, you're the deputy president of Qingcheng, right?"
Wei Lan nodded.
"From now on, you will be the president of Qingcheng Fashion, and you will report to me."
"Ah!"
Wei Lan was dumbstruck, was she really being promoted?
Zhang Xue glanced at Li Feng, then swept her eyes over Wei Lan, suddenly realizing it all made sense. She had thought Li Feng a good-for-nothing without any money, but it had been the Wei Family pulling strings all along.
"Li Feng, you sycophant, now I see, you decided to be her lapdog. Fine, perfectly fine, we'll see how it goes."