Chapter 255
Chapter 255
“Hello, Mr. Meng. I’m Qiaona, the Indian prime minister. I’d like to discuss the construction of the power plants with you some more.”
Meng Chuan sighed and gave his girlfriend a helpless look.
“I’ll explain when I get back.”
Hearing that, she could more or less guess what had happened.
“Go on, then.”
Meng Chuan straightened his suit and opened the door with a smile.
“Prime Minister Qiao, hello!”
“Mr. Meng, shall we talk in the café downstairs?”
“Of course!”
With a bodyguard accompanying him, Qiaona rode the elevator down with Meng Chuan.
“By the way, Mr. Meng, will you also be representing Mr. Zhang at next week’s global conference?”
Meng Chuan froze.
What was that?
A global conference?
Thinking carefully about the name of the conference he was attending now, Meng Chuan suddenly began to understand a few things.
Zhang the Thief!
From the moment he arrived at this conference, he had fallen into an enormous plot.
Now all these people knew he was Boss Zhang’s representative.
From now on, every matter, large or small, and every conceivable meeting would come looking for him.
At the thought of a bleak future of endless meetings, Meng Chuan felt utterly lost.
Qiaona sat down with Meng Chuan in the ground-floor café.
“Mr. Meng, could the price of building the power plants be lowered a little more? You know the state of our country’s economy.”
Meng Chuan nodded. The core purpose of this conference was to discuss the construction of Nuclear Fusion power plants across Asia.
The Huaxia representative’s exorbitant demands were no joke.
Building a single plant would cost at least twenty million.
Meng Chuan knew the actual cost perfectly well. Even including labor and then doubling the total, it would come to only a little over a million.
But earning money from the plants was only part of it. More importantly, they wanted to gain control over these countries’ lifelines.
And even supplant the US dollar’s position.
As the two negotiated the price, a young woman approached in high heels.
“Meng Chuan?”
Hearing his name, Meng Chuan looked up at once.
The moment he saw who it was, the smile vanished from his face and his expression darkened.
The woman’s name was Ding Ru. She was Meng Chuan’s ex-girlfriend.
Everyone has a past they cannot bear to look back on. – Bing “Twinkling Stars” Xin
College romances were always passionate affairs. But once you stepped into the working world, everything changed.
In plain terms, Meng Chuan, a penniless young man, had been dumped. Hardly a surprise.
So what if he had graduated from Guanghua School of Management?
Without money, he still couldn’t win a beauty’s heart.
Sitting beside him, Qiaona glanced at Meng Chuan’s expression, then at the beautiful woman who had appeared before them.
Who could reach a position like his without being a shrewd judge of people?
A moment’s thought was enough to understand what had happened.
He waved to the bodyguard beside him.
“Don’t let anyone unrelated to our business interrupt my conversation with Mr. Meng.”
The bodyguard nodded and held out one hand to stop the woman from approaching.
“Miss, please leave.”
Ding Ru frowned at the dark-skinned figure before her.
“You’re telling me to leave?”
“Yes. Please leave this area.”
She gave Meng Chuan a long look, then turned and left.
As someone skilled at manipulating others, could Ding Ru let herself lose face so easily?
Of course not.
But as a woman of standing, she would not argue with them.
Instead, she turned away, took out her phone, and sent a message to one of her suitors.
She had originally thought this might be a chance to draw Meng Chuan back into her pool of admirers.
Now that seemed unlikely. In that case, she would teach him a small lesson and make him understand that she would always be a woman beyond his reach.
Meng Chuan simply composed himself and resumed his pleasant conversation with Qiaona.
Huaxia did have a measure of goodwill toward these friendly Asian countries.
And as Zhang Bei’s representative, Meng Chuan had considerable freedom to make decisions.
As the price dropped again and again, Qiaona’s smile grew ever broader.
“Mr. Meng, I’m very sorry, but we can no longer extend your stay for tonight.”
Meng Chuan froze, staring at the waiter before him in utter bewilderment.
The meaning in his eyes was perfectly clear: Are you fucking kidding me?
The hotel room might be registered under his name.
But who didn’t know that everyone staying on those floors was here for the conference?
Someone actually dared to cause trouble now?
Love can make people lose their heads. Even women who keep a whole stable of admirers are no exception. – Bing “Little Reader” Xin
Meng Chuan looked toward Ding Ru, who was seated not far away, drinking coffee with a man.
Looking at that gorgeous face, he suddenly lost all interest.
Why bother taking her on?
He could put that time to better use negotiating with a few more people and gaining allies for the upcoming global conference.
“Prime Minister Qiao, my apologies for this embarrassing interruption.”
Qiaona laughed. “Not at all. We were all young and hotheaded once.”
“Then let’s settle on that price for our cooperation. I’m sure we’ll work very well together.”
“Of course. I also look forward to seeing you again at the global conference, Mr. Meng.”
Qiaona drained his coffee in one gulp and left with his bodyguard.
A shrewd man, he knew this was the moment to leave. Mr. Meng might be only a secretary.
But he came from that little island. That fact alone meant that even if Qiaona wanted to watch the show, he couldn’t do it openly.
Meng Chuan turned to the waiter beside him.
“You’re quite certain you’re canceling my room?”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Meng. Someone else has already reserved your room.”
Meng Chuan merely nodded and dialed a number.
“Hello. This is Meng Chuan.”
“Hello, Mr. Meng. What can I do for you?”
“My room has been canceled. I need an explanation.”
He had called the person in charge of the conference, who had arranged everything from rooms to meals.
Whatever the problem was, this was the man to contact.
Hearing those words, the man at the other end instantly broke into a cold sweat.
Inwardly, he had already begun swearing.
Back when they had been competing for the assignment, the entire secretariat had nearly come to blows.
If this conference ended successfully, it might not take him straight to the top, but it would certainly put his career on the fast track.
And now something had gone wrong with the arrangements?
He wouldn’t even have to wait until he got back. He was certain someone would skin him alive tonight.
“Please give me a moment, Mr. Meng. I’ll resolve this as quickly as possible.”
“Mm. Remember, I want an explanation.”
Meng Chuan hung up. Before he could get into the elevator, another figure approached from a distance.
At the sight of the lean, muscular older man, Meng Chuan quickly composed himself.
“Mr. Meng, could we talk?”
“I didn’t expect the Emperor himself to come this time.”
As the country that had inherited the vast majority of Big Brother’s legacy, his nation had always enjoyed fairly good relations with Huaxia.
Meng Chuan was also curious about what this man wanted from him.
Emperor Pu rubbed his somewhat bare head.
“I’d like to know whether Mr. Zhang could sell us some Electromagnetic Cannons.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Meng Chuan saw that a group of people had already formed a queue nearby. Suddenly, coming downstairs felt like a mistake.
Conversations like this would probably keep him occupied well into the night.
Meanwhile, far away in Fog City, Boss Zhang was now thoroughly carried away with the fun.