Bloody Romance: I, the big troublemaker, Zhong Yuemin!

Zhong Yuemin laughed, put down his chopsticks, and leaned back: "Miss Meichuan, you've really figured me out... However, it's not that I'm keeping people at arm's length, it's just that you... aren't sincere enough, Miss Meichuan."

Looking at the woman, the corners of his mouth slightly curved, his gaze calm yet scrutinizing.

"You are half Chinese, so you should know that when we Chinese make friends and discuss cooperation, we value sincerity and openness. If someone treats me with respect, I will treat them with even greater respect. This principle applies everywhere."

How was I not sincere enough?

Mei Chuan Nei tilted her head slightly and asked in return, her face still bearing a gentle smile.

"From the very first time we met, I have always been respectful and courteous to you, Mr. Zhong. I don't think I have offended you in any way, have I?"

Her already moist eyes now had a faint, pitiful mist on them, and her voice softened: "Mr. Zhong, if you see me like this, I'm really... sad."

She was so pitiful that I felt sorry for her.

Zhong Yuemin remained unmoved, even a playful smile playing on his lips:

"Miss Meichuan, I must say, your acting skills... are truly superb. But isn't it tiring to speak while wearing a mask like this?"

He picked up his teacup and slowly took a sip:

"We're all smart people, so there's no need to beat around the bush like we are today... Let's just... speak frankly and openly, otherwise it's really tiring."

As soon as she finished speaking, the delicate, tear-filled look on Mei Chuan Neiyi's face vanished as if by magic. The tenderness in her eyes disappeared, replaced by a clear, slightly playful expression.

Switching freely

"Ms. Zhong," her voice was clearer, tinged with a hint of inquiry, "Are you so sure... I had ulterior motives for contacting you?"

"Those who offer unsolicited favors are either treacherous or thieves."

Zhong Yuemin's answer was direct.

"Miss Meichuan, please don't blame me for being blunt, but we're not related at all, and we've only met twice."

While I may be handsome and dashing, I'm not so badly attractive that every woman who sees me would fall head over heels for me and throw herself into my arms.

“Especially for a woman as beautiful and of such high status as Miss Meichuan, if she wasn’t attracted by my ‘handsome’ appearance, then there’s only one other possibility left—she must have some other purpose.”

He shrugged: "You tell me, right?"

Looking at the man before her, who spoke so unabashedly, even with a touch of narcissism, especially the way he took it for granted when praising himself as "handsome," Mei Chuan Nei's beautiful eyes flickered, and she couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"Mr. Zhong, aren't you a little too confident about your appearance?"

"Is there?"

Zhong Yuemin retorted, his face full of self-righteousness.

"If a person is not even confident in their own appearance, then I think they are living a very unsuccessful life. Even if they look like a pig's head, they should still think they are as handsome as Pan An."

"Can I interpret this as...shamelessness?" Mei Chuan Nei's smile became more genuine.

“A thick skin is good.” Zhong Yuemin shrugged, completely unconcerned. “You can eat your fill and find a wife. The most useless thing in this world is that thin skin. What’s the point of having it?”

As he spoke, he picked up a peanut with his chopsticks and popped it into his mouth, chewing it with a "crunch crunch" sound. His expression was relaxed and natural, not at all feigned nonchalance.

“Mr. Zhong,” Mei Chuannei looked at him, a glint of admiration in her eyes, “I’ve met many successful people in China, but none like you… your manner of speaking is so…”

After carefully considering his words, he felt that using "shameless" or "rogue" was not quite appropriate. After a moment of thought, he said, "It's really rare to see someone so unrestrained and unconventional."

“Miss Meichuan, it’s alright. Just say ‘shameless and shameless like me,’ right?”

Zhong Yuemin took it himself and even laughed.

"To tell you the truth, when I was young, I was a notorious gang leader in Beijing. Fighting, chasing women, and ending up in the police station were commonplace for me. My reputation as a 'rogue' and 'scoundrel' was well-deserved and genuine."

Seeing his candid self-disclosure of his "dark history," Mei Chuan Nei couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle.

This man... is actually quite interesting.

"Since Mr. Zhong is so 'sincere,' then I'll be frank." Her smile faded, and her expression became more serious.

"I'd like to collaborate with your company. What do you think, Mr. Zhong?"

"Cooperation?" Zhong Yuemin raised an eyebrow. "Our two companies don't seem to have much overlap in business, do they? Just a few beverage factory production lines."

"Given Jianlibao's current reputation and sales volume in the Chinese market, the existing production lines in the south and Beijing alone are definitely far from sufficient to meet its production capacity."

Mei Chuan Neiyi had clearly done her homework, and her analysis was very logical. "Moreover, I believe that President Zhong's future plans will not be limited to just one canned beverage. Our cooperation prospects are still very bright."

She leaned forward slightly, her tone revealing a business acumen and ambition:

"Moreover, China's machinery manufacturing industry, especially in the private sector, is almost entirely untapped, but the market is enormous. I think that with Mr. Zhong's vision and boldness, he certainly wouldn't want to miss out on such a big piece of the pie."

She looked into Zhong Yuemin's eyes and offered his most tempting proposal:

"If Mr. Zhong is willing to cooperate with Meichuan Machinery, we can each get what we need and achieve true... mutual benefit and win-win results."

"How do I retrieve it? How do I need it?"

Zhong Yuemin leaned back, crossed his hands on the table, and spoke concisely, getting straight to the point.

"What I need is your strong financial support, Mr. Zhong."

"As for the return, Meichuan Machinery can offer corresponding sincerity - we can transfer some of the relevant core technologies, maintenance manuals, and even some production patents to you."

She looked at Zhong Yuemin with a perfectly timed, considerate smile on her face:

"Let's take the current situation of your factory as an example. Once you master these technologies, you will be able to quickly diagnose and repair any equipment malfunctions in the future, saving time, effort, and money. Most importantly... it will not affect normal production. This will be of great benefit to your company."

"hehe!"

After listening, Zhong Yuemin couldn't help but laugh. He picked up the teacup on the table, took a slow sip, put it down, and then looked up at the other person, his eyes filled with undisguised mockery:

"Miss Meichuan, as expected of someone who does big business, this is quite a clever scheme."

According to the purchase contract we previously signed in black and white, after-sales maintenance, repair, and technical support for this equipment are your due responsibilities and obligations, Meichuan Machinery.

His finger tapped lightly on the table:

"How come when it comes to Miss Meichuan, what was originally your job has suddenly become a 'reward' that you 'bestow' upon us, requiring us to pay extra in exchange?"