Chapter 269 - Chapter 269: Chapter 195: Conspiracy! (Asking for Subscriptions) (2/2)

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Lin Chuan responded with a smile.

He was not satisfied with this answer.

Lin Chuan thought that after so many years, Liu Meng had never come back to visit the Little Landlady. This time, upon her return, he didn’t know the reason, she did not directly seek out the Little Landlady but instead came to him.

Did she really come back because she felt she owed Xinxin?

It’s possible, but unlikely.

So, out of politeness, Lin Chuan smiled and said, “Auntie, this is a significant matter, I need to think about it.”

Upon hearing this answer,

Liu Meng’s eyes narrowed slightly, a trace of surprise flashing across her face.

She had not expected that after all these chips were laid out, Lin Chuan would actually refuse her.

Anyone who frequently deals with people would know that the phrase ‘I need to think about it’ is essentially a polite refusal.

Yes, Human Resources in companies also often use this phrase when graduates apply for jobs.

—Indeed, you’re very talented, but due to the specifics of this position, we need to consider it.

Basically, it’s a standardized template for refusal.

“Alright, then you and Xinxin take your time to think about it,” Liu Meng said with a forced smile.

Lin Chuan nodded.

Then, with an excuse in tow, he left early.

Lin Chuan exited the tea house, descended the stairs, left the alley, and plunged into a black sedan not far outside the alley.

Zhang De and Zhang Ren were waiting for him in the car.

“Lin, are you alright?” As soon as Lin Chuan got into the car, Zhang De asked with concern.

“I’m fine, Auntie wants me to be her assistant,” Lin Chuan handed the business card to Zhang De and said.

Old Zhang frowned slightly: “Huarun, Foreign Trade Export?”

“I don’t know much about this company,” Lin Chuan said.

At this moment, Uncle Zhang Ren, sitting in the driver’s seat, joined the conversation: “I know this company, it’s a rather famous foreign trade export company, especially in our southern region, it has several specialized export channels.”

“What kind of promises did she offer you for this vice president position?” Old Zhang asked with a half-furrowed brow.

Lin Chuan smiled: “She promised to promote me to general manager, offering tens of millions in annual salary plus bonus shares.”

“You didn’t agree to her, did you?”

Old Zhang’s expression darkened, “Lin, our Zhang family isn’t short on money, she was of questionable character over a decade ago. Now suddenly returning to Anling, I suspect she’s up to no good.”

“Old Zhang, you know me, I’m not interested in being an ‘assistant’ or a ‘general manager,'” Lin Chuan indicated for Old Zhang to be at ease.

Old Zhang nodded, but in his heart, he remained indignant towards Liu Meng.

…

Elsewhere.

At Yueming Tea House, in the tea room Lin Chuan had left.

Liu Meng picked up the room’s phone, dialed a number, then transferred the call.

“What was his reaction?”

On the phone, a voice altered by electronic processing, tinged with a mechanical tone, inquired.

Liu Meng’s expression was cold, and she scoffed: “He’s not interested in the position of vice general manager, nor the general manager role. He has already refused.”

“Refused?”

The voice on the other end of the line sounded surprised.

“Yes, I could tell, he’s not interested in money,” Liu Meng spoke indifferently, lighting a cigarette, “Should we continue with the plan?”

“Of course,”

the person said coldly, “but we need to change the plan!”

“What plan?”

Liu Meng exhaled a puff of smoke and asked, neither cold nor warm.

“You’ve been away from Anling for too long. To him, you, the missing mother-in-law, don’t carry much weight. So, we need someone else to break through!” The person quickly gave new instructions.

Liu Meng frowned: “Who are we switching to?”

“Who else could it be but your daughter!” On the phone, the person revealed the new target.

“Her?”

Liu Meng’s cigarette-holding fingers paused slightly.

“Don’t worry, my target is only Lin Chuan; I won’t harm your daughter,” the person said with a laugh, “That’s the plan. Come to the Redwood Cafe and see your daughter.”

The tone of the person left no room for argument.