novelaction Chapter 700 The Importance of Meng Qingge
Chapter 700 The Importance of Meng Qingge
The old lady of the Meng family was so busy arguing with Han Jiji that she didn't even notice who the person next to her was.
"Mi Xinxin? The manager of Bafang Money Exchange?" The old lady's eyes nearly popped out when she saw what the other person looked like.
Who is Mi Xinxin? She is the manager of Bafang Money Exchange.
Bafang Money Shop was one of the three major money shops in the capital city, and it wielded considerable influence.
Moreover, the Meng family owes the other party a considerable amount of money. His choice to appear at this critical juncture is likely quite obvious.
"Madam Meng, how have you been? You seem to be in much better spirits than when we last went to borrow money." Mi Xinxin smiled more brightly than a flower.
This person is a smiling tiger; whenever he smiles, he must be angry.
Are you more energetic than when you borrowed money last time?
I'm afraid he's trying to emphasize the former, which means that Mi Xinxin is threatening them.
"Haha, this is truly a case of the flood washing away the Dragon King's temple. It's like family members not recognizing each other. I didn't expect that Boss Mi and Boss Han were old acquaintances. It's my Meng family that has offended them." The old lady laughed awkwardly.
She could still act a bit tougher in front of Han Jiji, after all, she wouldn't eat his rice.
But in front of Mi Xinxin, he had no backbone whatsoever. There was nothing he could do; he had to eat her rice.
“I don’t know if I’ll offend them or not, but if it’s not Miss Meng who’s negotiating business with Qingfeng Tower within three days, then I’m sorry, the Meng family’s 50,000 taels of silver will have to be returned, and from now on, Bafang Money Shop will no longer have any business dealings with the Meng family,” Mi Xinxin said with a smile.
Anyone who runs a business inevitably deals with money lenders.
Even with ample cash flow at present, there's no guarantee that a crisis won't occur one day. Without the help of money lenders, they can only wait to die.
How could the old lady dare to offend Mi Xinxin? She quickly put on a smiling face and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Mi, Qingge is just feeling unwell. She will definitely go to Qingfeng Tower to discuss business tomorrow morning."
Meng Qingchao was even more startled and huddled behind the old lady, not daring to speak.
If he were to lose the protection of the powerful Bafang Money House because of him, then he would be a sinner for all time.
The Meng family's success today is inseparable from the help of Bafang Money Shop. He was so grateful to them that he dared not utter a sound.
Of course, the consequence of holding in a fart is that it is released through burping.
"We hope the old lady will keep her word," the two said simultaneously in cold voices.
"Please take care, both of you." The old lady personally saw the two out of the hall before finally letting out a sigh of relief.
"Hmph, that slut Meng Qingge must have used a honey trap, otherwise how could she have gotten the help of Qingfeng Tower and even Bafang Money House?" Mu Qingchao gritted his teeth and said, "This kind of shameless slut only brings disgrace to my Meng family. Bah!"
It's normal to have such thoughts; he admits that Mu Qingge is better than him in some aspects.
But it wouldn't be that exaggerated. Why would Qingfenglou give her an order for 100,000 jars, and why would they prepay a deposit of 10,000 taels without even writing a receipt?
Now they've even brought in Mi Xinxin to oversee things, which is completely illogical.
This is the only reasonable explanation, after all, she is beautiful.
"Enough! You've disgraced the Meng family. If you hadn't been so incompetent, why would an old woman like me have to beg Han Jiji like this?" The old lady grew angrier the more she thought about it, and her cane slammed down on Meng Qingchao.
Even so, I was still not satisfied.
"Grandmother, I know I was wrong, please don't hit me anymore." Meng Qingchao was in great pain and begged for mercy as he ran away.
"I don't care what methods Meng Qingge used to invite Han Jiji and Mi Xinxin, as long as it benefits the Meng family. Don't mention this matter again. Go and tell Meng Qingge to go to Qingfeng Tower to discuss business first thing tomorrow morning," the old lady said without room for argument.
“Go to the east wing? I’m not going. You should find someone else.” Meng Qingchao shook his head immediately.
His presence in the east wing meant that things had gone wrong and Meng Qingge was needed to salvage the situation.
This was tantamount to begging Meng Qingge, and he couldn't bring himself to do it.
"You have to deal with the mess you made. Let me give you a word of advice: if you can't get Meng Qingge to Qingfeng Tower to discuss business, then don't ever set foot in this house again. I'd rather give the Meng family's assets to beggars than leave them to you."
The old lady said angrily.
Meng Qingchao was immediately terrified and had no choice but to bite the bullet and go to the east wing.
To increase his chances, he called upon his father, Meng Yuanlin.
Meng Qingge may disregard his feelings, but she must give face to her uncle.
Lin Ping waited patiently in Meng Qingge's boudoir. The reason he stayed close by was that he anticipated how things would develop and he was determined not to let Meng Qingge easily agree to Meng Qingchao's request.
"Young Miss, the people from the west wing have arrived," the doorman announced loudly from outside.
"Who came?" Meng Qingge asked hurriedly.
"The master and the young master have arrived and will be entering shortly," the doorman replied.
"What are they here for?" Meng Qingge was completely confused.
In her view, the other party was probably there to show off, since Qingfeng Tower was in the wrong and had likely already compromised with Meng Qingchao.
In this way, all the results of Meng Qingge's efforts were taken over by Meng Qingchao.
"They said they came to check on the young lady's condition," the doorman continued.
"If they hadn't forced her, Qingge wouldn't have gotten sick. I'm going to confront them." Lin Ping stormed out, taking his underling Meng Qingfan with him.
Although this kid doesn't have much ability, he is, after all, the young master of the Meng family, so his words carry some weight.
Without his help, even these gatekeepers might not listen to him.
Lin Ping roughly explained the other party's purpose to Meng Qingfan, who was immediately delighted and jumped for joy.
"close the door!"
Just as the gatekeeper was about to let them through, Meng Qingfan shouted loudly.
They were, after all, servants of the East Wing, and had no need to fawn over the people of the West Wing; naturally, they had to obey Meng Qingfan's orders.
"Meng Qingfan, what are you up to? It's an honor for you to come to your east wing," Meng Qingchao said arrogantly, hoping that Meng Qingge hadn't received the news.
She truly didn't know Meng Qingchao's intentions, but Lin Ping did, so how could he not take this opportunity to make him suffer?
"I don't want to see you, I just don't want to see you," Meng Qingfan said loudly, feeling extremely pleased as he looked at the other person's ashen face.
"Qingfan, you don't even welcome your uncle?" Meng Yuanlin said shamelessly.
Meng Qingfan glanced at him and almost burst out laughing. Is this how you ask for favors? Sorry, I don't welcome that!
"Close the door!" Meng Qingfan answered the other party's question with his actions.
Being turned away by a younger person, Meng Yuanlin felt utterly humiliated and could only angrily shout, "Meng Yuanping, come out here and see what your son has done!"
Meng Yuanping had already received word from the doorman and was preparing to go out to greet his elder brother. The doorman did not come easily, and it was rare for him to have the heart to come and see Meng Qingge's condition.
When he saw this, he was immediately furious: "Qingfan, what are you doing? How could you lock your uncle out?"