MMB Chapter 95: Asset Liquidation and a Feast of Friendship
Chapter 95: Asset Liquidation and a Feast of Friendship
"This glass is for you."
"Consider the 500,000 as a favor I owe you."
After Wang Yu finished speaking, he tilted his head back and downed the wine in one gulp. His Adam's apple bobbed twice, and when he put the glass back on the table, it made a soft clinking sound.
Lin Bei picked up his cup and drank it all.
"No need to be so polite. Didn't you pay the bill last time we ate together?"
"We're even now."
"That's different." Wang Yu put the empty glass aside, picked up the wine bottle, and refilled both of their glasses.
"It's only a few dollars when I pay for your bill, how can you compare them?"
"Besides, it was because you helped me out at the foot massage parlor before, and that money was just to repay a favor. It can't be compared to 500,000. Let's keep things separate."
Wang Yu put down the wine bottle, picked up a brown paper envelope from the chair next to him, placed it on the table, and pushed it towards Lin Bei.
The envelope was unsealed, revealing a thick stack of brand-new 100-yuan bills inside.
Wang Yu said calmly, "There are 200,000 here."
"This is..." Lin Bei looked at the envelope and asked curiously.
He picked up a peanut, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly, his gaze shifting from the envelope to Wang Yu's face.
"This isn't a thank-you gift." Wang Yu put down his chopsticks, leaned back in his chair, and explained earnestly, "This is the money I won from buying lottery tickets with you last time."
"I also bought those less popular items that you bought, and I won 200,000."
"So this money was originally earned by you, so it should rightfully belong to you."
Lin Bei swallowed the peanuts, picked up his wine glass and took a sip, but still didn't say anything.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Wang Yu crossed his hands on the table and said in a more serious tone than before: "Lin Bei, let me tell you the truth, you're different from other people."
"The people in my dad's business circle, the friends who have been around me since I was a child, and even someone like Han Yang who calls me 'brother' but is actually thinking about how to get money out of my pocket."
"But you are different from them. Not only do you have a keen eye for things, but you also do things meticulously. Moreover, you are not greedy."
He picked up the chopsticks next to him, tapped them lightly on the table, and continued, "Someone like Han Yang uses Xiao Ying to tame his henchmen."
"You, on the other hand, know what you can say and what you can't say, when to advance and when to retreat. There are very few people like that in the business world."
"I think you'll definitely succeed in the future, so I hope we can have more business collaborations in the future."
"This 200,000 is not a favor or a thank-you gift, but rather a token of goodwill for cooperation."
Lin Bei looked at Wang Yu's expression and remained silent for a few seconds.
Then, he put down his chopsticks, picked up the envelope, weighed it in his hand, and put it in his bag.
"Cooperation is fine, but don't throw envelopes at people next time; it's easy for people to misunderstand."
Wang Yu then grinned, picked up his cup, and clinked it against his again: "Next time, I'll treat you to a foot bath, and you can find a few more girls."
"Get lost." Lin Bei picked up his wine glass and clinked it against Wang Yu's.
……
Time flies like an arrow, passing in the blink of an eye.
August 31st is also the last day of summer vacation.
The evening sunlight slanted in through the window, casting a pale golden glow on Lin Bei's desk.
He sat in front of the computer and went through all his assets one by one.
The online store's net profit last month exceeded 50,000 yuan, the total amount of demolition compensation principal and interest was nearly 20 million yuan, and after deducting taxes, the Olympic lottery winnings brought in nearly 200,000 yuan.
Lin Bei added the three numbers together and finally entered the total on the calculator.
Twenty-five million.
In the two months since his rebirth, he has transformed from a student with only a few hundred yuan to a multi-millionaire.
Moreover, this was back in 2008, when he already had over 25 million, completely outshining his peers.
That evening, Lin Bei invited everyone to that familiar breakfast shop.
This shop originally only sold breakfast and was never open at night.
But when the owner heard that Lin Bei and the others would be going their separate ways to register for university the next day, he made an exception and opened a night session.
Most importantly... Lin Bei gave just too much.
The steamed buns in the steamer are all freshly made, and the hot and sour soup is simmering on the stove over a low flame.
All the plastic tables and chairs in the store were rearranged to make room for the largest round table.
Lin Bei and Song Qingning had just arrived when Wu Xiaoxun arrived.
She still had her hair in pigtails and was wearing that JK uniform skirt. She sat down with a smile.
Not long after, Lao Gao arrived.
He rode that old bicycle with a huge woven bag tied to the back seat, filled with blankets and pillows.
Old Gao leaned his bicycle against the utility pole in front of the shop, went inside, sat down, and drank half a glass of cold water.
"My mom packed three whole bags of luggage for me!"
"That's not all, my sister packed another box of instant noodles, making it look like we're fleeing a disaster."
Lin Bei smiled and said, "Instant noodles are a good thing, you must bring them with you."
"Why?" A big question mark flashed across Lao Gao's dark face.
Lin Bei laughed and said, "Wait until you've been eating at the university cafeteria for a month, and you'll understand everything."
Old Gao sighed and said, "It's over fifty kilometers away. If I want to mooch a meal from you in the future, I'll have to take a bus for more than an hour."
Sitting opposite her, Song Qingning immediately replied, "It's okay, my school and Lin Bei's school are on the same street, just across an intersection."
"From now on, whatever you want to eat, I'll eat it for you."
At this moment, Wu Xiaoxun raised her hand and said with a smile, "My school is on the next street, so I can help you get food there too."
Old Gao watched Song Qingning and Wu Xiaoxun, who were rarely seen singing in unison, and simply curled his lip, giving them both eye rolls.
He turned to Lin Bei and complained, "School hasn't even started yet, and your food ration has already been divided up."
Soon, Su Qianqian arrived as well.
As she pushed open the glass door and slowly walked in, the warm yellow light from the shop shone directly on her.
Su Qianqian was dressed in her usual simple outfit: a light-colored shirt with dark trousers, and her hair was naturally draped over her shoulders.
After she entered, she quietly sat down next to Song Qingning, picked up the menu on the table, and gently fanned herself with it.
Then, looking at the familiar faces in front of him, a very faint smile appeared on his lips.
Soon, the steamer was brought out.
Song Qingning was the first to reach for her chopsticks, pick up a xiaolongbao (soup dumpling), and stuff it into her mouth.
As a result, he was so hot that he kept sucking in air.
But he still mumbled indistinctly, "Good words, good words, that's the feeling."
After chewing a few times and swallowing, she said, "It tastes exactly the same as when I first came here with Lin Bei."
Wu Xiaoxun asked curiously, "What first time? What kidnapping?"
Song Qingning swallowed the xiaolongbao, fanned herself with her hand, and said, "Once during a holiday, he insisted on dragging me to this restaurant for breakfast, and he even poured vinegar into my bowl."
Lin Bei picked up a small steamed bun, took a few bites, and said, "You were the one who threw it away, don't always make me take the blame."
"The vinegar bottle was next to you, and you insisted on pouring it yourself; I couldn't stop you."
Song Qingning retorted, "Then why didn't you take the vinegar bottle with you?"
Lin Bei looked speechless: "You have hands, why should I carry it for you?"
The two were arguing so fast that even Lao Gao's chopsticks couldn't keep up.