The seafood feast was placed on the coffee table. Sitting on the sofa, drinking wine and champagne, the three of them enjoyed a sumptuous lunch.
At the dinner table, Jiang Chen had a great time chatting with his old friend. Alcohol was the easiest way to start a conversation. The two were already in tune with each other, and with the current occasion, they became even more familiar with each other.
"Also, when are you guys getting married?" Jiang Chen asked nonchalantly with a glass of wine in his hand.
"Marriage, it's up to Feifei. I'm willing to do it anytime." Yang Yuan was also a bit tipsy as he held Sophie's hand and expressed his love.
Sophie's face also turned red.
"Let's wait a bit longer. It's not that urgent."
"Haha, that's true, there's no rush." Yang Yuan waved his hand.
Although he graduated as a graduate student, Sophie just graduated as an undergraduate student at the age of 22. Based on the standard of Han city people, there was no rush to get married at this age.
"Don't not invite me when you get married. I'm waiting to drink at your wedding." Jiang Chen laughed.
He was still a bit upset that Chu Nan didn't invite him to his wedding.
"Of course not." Yang Yuan waved his hand, his nose reeking of alcohol. "Set up ten tables by the beach and call Old Huang and Old He."
"Of course, I'll pay for the tickets."
"Don't worry about it, I can afford it …"
The champagne's alcohol content was not high because of the fruity taste. It tasted lighter than beer. But after a few bottles, Jiang Chen was also a bit tipsy. Looking at Yang Yuan, he didn't have a high alcohol tolerance, but he still pretended to be fat. In the end, he began to pant.
Whether it was intentional or not, Sophie, who was sitting next to her drunk boyfriend, changed her sitting position and crossed her legs. It was not a big deal to sit like this, but if someone was sitting across from her, it would be inappropriate.
And with her practiced movements, Jiang Chen didn't believe it was an accident.
With a sigh, Jiang Chen only felt sorry for his old friend, but he wouldn't say anything. Just like how the three of them all knew who Fang Yuanyuan was, but they didn't tell him.
There were some things that had nothing to do with right or wrong, but once you said it out loud, you would be in a bad light.
"Brother Chen can hold his liquor so well. I'll give you a toast on behalf of Ah-Yuan." Sophie raised her glass with a smile.
Jiang Chen smiled and clinked glasses with her.
"It's getting late, and I'm already so drunk. I'd better leave first."
"Don't you want to stay a bit longer?" Seeing Jiang Chen get up, Sophie tried to persuade him to stay.
Yang Yuan was already lying on the sofa, snoring from the alcohol. Looking at Sophie's smile, Jiang Chen understood what she was thinking.
"There's no need. I still have something to do in the afternoon, so I won't bother you. "Jiang Chen politely declined.
Even if Sophie was beautiful, he wouldn't be able to NTR his friend.
Since Jiang Chen already said so, Sophie naturally didn't want to make him stay.
"Alright then, I'll walk you to the door."
She passionately walked Jiang Chen to the door as Sophie watched Jiang Chen walk to the side of the road. When she saw the bodyguard get out of the car and respectfully open the door for him, a hint of envy flashed across her face. What she envied was not the car, but the respect on the bodyguard's face.
This was the feeling of being in the upper class.
Then she remembered the foreign girl named Ayesha.
She couldn't help but be jealous of that girl. Why was her boyfriend so rich and powerful …
She looked back at her drunk boyfriend, sighed, and closed the door.
…
Sitting in the car, with the scorching sea breeze blowing, Jiang Chen gazed at the horizon in the distance.
"Sir, where are we going next?" The bodyguard driving asked.
"Pharmaceutical factory," Jiang Chen said concisely.
Because he was drunk, he didn't want to say a word. He just wanted to quietly enjoy the sea breeze to clear his mind.
But after a while, the bodyguard spoke again.
"Sir, do you need me to turn on the air conditioner?"
"No need."
Seeing that Jiang Chen seemed to be a bit impatient, but out of consideration for safety, the bodyguard carefully said.
"Sir, your seatbelt —"
Jiang Chen impatiently fastened his seatbelt.
"Can't you be like Ayesha-"
The bodyguard paused. "Sir?"
"Nothing, sorry, I'm drunk." Jiang Chen let out a breath that reeked of alcohol and waved his hand.
Often with just one look, or no look at all, Ayesha could keenly read what he needed. It was also because of that meticulous gentleness and consideration, that kind of understanding that he couldn't help but fall in love with her.
Of course, it was unreasonable to ask a man to understand him so well. In terms of service, Celestial Trade's bodyguards were impeccable.
"Sir, you don't need to apologize to me," the bodyguard said in a quiet voice.
"…"
After about half an hour of driving, the car stopped in front of the nutrient supply production plant.
On the road, Jiang Chen was almost sober. He pushed open the door and was about to get out, but his footsteps paused.
"Is there a problem?"
"Mhmm … my old friend, can you help me arrange a bodyguard for him, the kind with a car."
[Brother, this is as far as I can help.]
"Okay, sir," the bodyguard said.
Jiang Chen nodded and walked to the door of the plant.
Although the guards at the door recognized Jiang Chen's face, based on Jiang Chen's self-imposed rule of "only recognizing the iris, not the face", the two still went up to check his identity.
He looked at the camera for one second and quickly completed the identity verification.
The two soldiers saluted him and respectfully retreated to the side.
Jiang Chen entered the lab in the plant and found Zhan Shujie who was sampling the products.
"How much nutrient supply did our plant produce?"
"30000 boxes, all stacked in the warehouse."
A box contained around 100 tubes. In the first month, they produced 3 million nutrient supply, which was quite impressive. Based on the profit of 5 USD per tube, the monthly income would be 15 million USD.
Although it didn't seem much, it was only the beginning. Once the market opened, Jiang Chen would order Zhan Shujie to expand production. The 2.1 billion obese people in the world were his potential customers.
"Can we sell this much?" Seeing the proud expression on Jiang Chen's face, Zhan Shujie couldn't help but ask.
"Don't worry, people will fight to buy it. You don't have to worry about the sales, I'll hire a professional manager to take care of it for me. "
"That's for the best." Zhan Shujie nodded.
He was a research technician, he was more than enough to control the production quality, but when it came to business, he was not an expert at all.
"The nutrient supply in the warehouse, help me pack around 15 portions, 20 per portion will be enough. The 300 nutrient supply are all samples for business discussions. The quality must be good, and it's best to use the new ones, "Jiang Chen ordered.
"No problem. Now? "Zhan Shujie asked.
"Just get it done before the end of the day. Someone will come to pick it up tomorrow morning. "
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