Chapter 94: Forehead, Oh Forehead

After leaving the restaurant, Jiang Fan forgot about Liu Shengge. He was a lofty capitalist, while Jiang Fan was just a small clerk. They were worlds apart, and there was no chance for them to interact. Looking at the money in his hand, Jiang Fan smiled.

Making money wasn't actually difficult. If you could keep a cool head, have some brains, and be bold, you could always earn money, even if it meant putting your head on the line.

If you could endure hardship, you could make money.

This was what Jiang Fan firmly believed.

When saving money, Jiang Fan kept ten thousand yuan in his hand. Carrying only a stack of money and a contract in a box, he walked out of the bank. Feeling the sunshine on his face, Jiang Fan felt very comfortable and happy. When he went back, he would take the bonus from Su Qing's hands. It should be no less than two hundred thousand yuan. In total, he had earned seven hundred thousand yuan this month.

The day to repay the four million yuan should be coming soon.

Jiang Fan only saw his satisfaction after making money and felt his own ability. He neglected his own efforts and risks. If his first bold plan failed, he would be expelled from Rongyao. If that day really came, he wouldn't be able to exert himself in a short time.

This time, the danger was even greater. If Jiang Fan's gamble failed, if Tu Xiao didn't lack money now, Jiang Fan couldn't sign the contract today, Su Qing's military order would fail, and he couldn't easily leave Tu Xiao's office.

Even if Li Jinhai was there, he would be beaten up or forced to leave something behind when he went there today. Tu Xiao had underlings who could take the blame.

Unfortunately, Jiang Fan didn't think about these things because they had already passed.

Only look forward to the future, never look back.

The retro mobile phone vibrated. Jiang Fan had never dared to let this thing ring with its iconic ringtone. He was also a person who wanted to save face, okay?

"Aunt Ji?"

Jiang Fan pressed the answer button and smiled.

"What's wrong with Aunt Ji? Missing me?"

"See, I said he was still alive. Why don't you have confidence in my nephew now?"

Jiang Fan didn't think this was said to him. Then Ji Jing said "hello" into the phone and hung up. Jiang Fan subconsciously took the phone away and wiped his face. Was Aunt Ji thinking of spring? Jiang Fan only felt a chill on his back and shivered in the hot summer day.

Wow, it's scary.

When Jiang Fan was shivering, someone suddenly appeared behind him, reaching out to cover Jiang Fan's eyes and said innocently, "Big Monkey, guess who I am."

Jiang Fan leisurely put his hands behind his back and found that he could only touch the left and right sides of the person's waist behind him with all his strength. Jiang Fan turned around and gave the person behind him a bear hug.

"Big chubby, I really missed you, bro."

Ma Kexin innocently hugged the thin Jiang Fan. When they were eating, Jiang Fan sent a message to Kexin, agreeing to meet later. He didn't expect this little fatty to come so quickly. Jiang Fan touched this guy's flesh and then looked at his big pectoral muscles. They seemed even bigger than Tang Wan's!

Seeing Jiang Fan's gaze, Ma Kexin knew what this guy was thinking. The 260-pound big body tightly hugged Jiang Fan's thin little body. Jiang Fan had no ability to resist.

"Did you eat? Even if you did, you're still hungry. Come on! I'll take you to eat noodles."

Jiang Fan patted Kexin's thick back. The two brothers found a small restaurant in a corner. They had two bowls of noodles and a plate of small dishes. It was very simple. Kexin paid for the meal. He still thought, like when they were children, that Jiang Fan was the one who didn't have money. Jiang Fan didn't rush to pay the bill.

He opened the box and took out the ten thousand yuan inside and put it on the table.

"I have some money now, and I'm more financially comfortable. I haven't been in contact with them for these years. I couldn't even send my blessings when they got married. I'm not a qualified brother. Take this ten thousand yuan. You won't earn much by working for your relatives who are not even closely related to you. Don't be polite. When we were young, I spent your money without any hesitation."

"You've made it? I don't lack money now. I don't have a lot, but my allowance is enough. I don't have a girlfriend, so I don't have many expenses. I'll take two thousand, and you save the rest."

"Just take it. What are you wasting your words on? Will you go home together during the New Year?"

"Is my sister-in-law going back? If she is, I won't go with you. She doesn't like us very much."

"Let's go together then."

"But..."

"Let's go together then!"

"Okay, I understand! You're only tough with me because you know I won't beat you up. Where are you going in the afternoon?"

"Back to the company. Ask them if they have time during the New Year. Let's get together, and I also want to ask what happened to He."

It only took an hour for Jiang Fan and Kexin to meet and part. When the little fatty left, he threw a box of cigarettes to Jiang Fan. It was a brand Jiang Fan had never seen or smoked.

After eating two consecutive meals, Jiang Fan felt a bit bloated. He walked back to the company and entered Su Qing's office at four o'clock. Exhausted, he slumped on the sofa and moaned,

"Qingqing, get me a cup of water."

As he finished speaking, he slammed the contract onto the tea table. Su Qing stood up from her executive chair, frowned, and smiled.

"You look like a kid who got a hundred on an exam and came home to show off. How was the contract negotiation? Did Tu Xiao not try to cut you?"

As she spoke, Su Qing fetched a cup of warm water for Jiang Fan. Jiang Fan sat up, took the cup, and handed it back to Su Qing.

"Another cup. Saying he didn't try to cut me is not true, but in the end, he didn't. I even managed to get 130,000 from him. Don't you think I'm amazing?"

"No..."

"Ugh!"

Su Qing handed the second cup of water to Jiang Fan, then picked up the contract on the table and took a look. After reading it, she nodded satisfiedly.

"Not bad, my great general Jiang! You can even swindle money from Tu Xiao. I'm really impressed. Did you ask him what he plans to do after getting eight million?"

Jiang Fan put down the cup and shook his head.

"I didn't ask about his plans, but I analyzed it for him. Eight million isn't worth Tu Xiao running away. If it weren't for the strict crackdown, he could earn a few million in a year. It's just that his expenses are too high. To maintain his status in the eighth district, he spends a lot of money each year and hasn't saved anything. He's the type who can earn money but can't manage it. I gave the car to Tu Xiao as a stepping stone. Hey, can I still get a bonus?"

"You got 130,000, and I'll give you another 200,000? This 200,000 can go through the company's finances. You're just like Tu Xiao. The 10,000 I gave you yesterday was spent within ten minutes. You don't have a woman to help you save money now. I'll give it to you during the New Year."

"Aren't you the woman who helps me manage money?"

Jiang Fan said this without any other intention. The money was in Su Qing's hands, so he just said it casually. But when Su Qing heard it, she felt differently. This lady suddenly blushed and leaned close to Jiang Fan, whispering,

"You want me to help you manage money, huh?"

This gentle voice made Jiang Fan feel a chill. He looked at Su Qing with suspicion, raised his hand to touch her forehead, and asked with confusion,

"Did Su Qing not eat a kid last night? Why are you talking so nastily? I want someone to help me manage money, but you won't give it to me. Who else will? What? Are you going to introduce a girlfriend to me? I want a beautiful foreign woman with a curvy body. I want to win honors for the country."

Su Qing's face kept changing. When she heard Jiang Fan say he wanted a foreign woman, she exploded and grabbed Jiang Fan's ears.

Bang.

Headbutt!

"Oh, my gosh!"

Jiang Fan was hit and squatted between the sofa and the tea table, covering his forehead and unable to lift his head. Su Qing looked like nothing happened. Actually, she also felt pain, just not as much as Jiang Fan. Jiang Fan gritted his teeth and angrily said,

"Are women's heads all made of lead? That thing is for thinking, not as a weapon! There are no heads in the eighteen weapons! Oh, my god!"

Su Qing, who was originally going to help Jiang Fan rub his forehead, froze in place. Then her face darkened, and she angrily said,

"Women? Who else has hit your head? Jiang Fan, tell me the truth!"

Jiang Fan lifted his head, his eyes filled with tears. He was hit by Tang Wan just last night, and it hadn't even been 24 hours yet, and he got hit again. Sitting on the sofa, rubbing his forehead, he gritted his teeth and said,

"You're acting like a little wife catching her husband cheating. What's going on? Is my forehead a restricted area now? When someone wants to hit my forehead, do I have to say that this place has already been copyrighted?"

"How much is it? I'll buy it! It's disgusting to think of doing the same childish things as Tang Juying!"

"Why didn't you say anything when you were nibbling on my forehead? Women! They're really fickle."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Fan got nervous. He stood up and ran. Su Qing missed grabbing Jiang Fan and lay on the sofa, making a charming gesture and beckoning to Jiang Fan with her finger.

"Come on, Jiang Fan."

"These days, old monk's waist hurts. I'll definitely battle with you, this monster, for three hundred rounds another day. Goodbye!"

Jiang Fan ran away. Su Qing angrily kicked the cup Jiang Fan used. Fortunately, it was a paper cup. Jiang Fan wiped the sweat from his forehead and returned to the general department. Just as he sat down, Chen Yi turned around and looked at Jiang Fan with suspicion.

"What happened to your forehead? Did Tu Xiao hit you?"

Chen Yi's voice was not small. As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Jin came running over, looking at Jiang Fan's forehead seriously and asking,

"How did this happen? Why did they hit so hard?"

Jiang Fan's face was held by Yang Jin, and he was forcibly pouted. He mumbled,

"Yang Jin, are women's heads made of iron? I'm a hero, but Su Qing hit me with her forehead."

Yang Jin released Jiang Fan and smiled with squinting eyes.

"It's just flirting."

"She really hit me!"

"It's okay. You're still alive, right?"

"Yang Jin, come here. Let's hit each other as siblings. I want to show my respect for you as my sister."

Yang Jin pressed Jiang Fan's forehead and pointed to his desk. Jiang Fan turned his head and looked. There was a piece of paper stuck on the desk with a few big words written on it.

"If you dare to fight again, you'll clean the toilets on the 14th floor for a week."

"This is unbearable!"

Jiang Fan moaned, leaning on the table. At this moment, Yang Jin's phone rang. After answering the call, Yang Jin just said "okay" and then patted Jiang Fan's shoulder.

"Don't leave after work. There's something."