Chapter 696 Attend a Meeting and Earn 120 Million? One Wants to Build Cars, the Other to Make Phones in Tianzhu?

A symposium on new energy vehicle subsidies?

‘But Senlian Capital’s plan to manufacture cars only existed in Chen Yansen’s head. Why would the Central Bureau summon him to a meeting?’

‘He was clearly a power battery supplier. If anything, he should have been invited to a conference for the storage battery industry!’

But the caller said that according to the newly released “Guidance for the Development of the New Energy Battery Industry (Trial),” Deep Blue Technology met the criteria for a key support project and would receive a one-time reward of 2% of the project’s fixed asset investment.

In other words, based on the 6 billion total investment in Shencheng City’s Factory Number One and Factory Number Two, he could receive a cash subsidy of 120 million.

Chen Yansen’s mind raced. ‘Deep Blue Technology’s two factories were built first, and the policy came out later. How could they possibly qualify?’

‘Was this whole elaborate setup just to get him on board?’

However, Chen Yansen couldn’t be bothered to look into it.

He had just landed in Yanjing, and 120 million in cash was being handed to him on a silver platter. How could he refuse?

After clarifying the time and place, Chen Yansen agreed without hesitation.

After hanging up, he nestled into Song Yuncheng’s embrace and comfortably closed his eyes.

Song Yuncheng reached out and brushed the hair from Chen Yansen’s forehead. Her fingertips were warm, the gesture natural and intimate.

“From the sound of it, another meeting organized by the Central Bureau?”

Song Yuncheng asked softly.

“Yeah. Go to a meeting, get 120 million in cash. Not bad at all.”

Chen Yansen said with a grin.

“This 120 million subsidy is so sudden. Will there be any strings attached?” Song Yuncheng, having learned from Chen Yansen, also didn’t believe there was such a thing as a free lunch.

“Li Qingsong just visited Deep Blue Technology. It shows the higher-ups want to accelerate the development of the new energy vehicle industry. 120 million is peanuts—not even enough to buy two production lines.”

Chen Yansen understood the subtext of her words and waved his hand dismissively.

After speaking, he buried his face deeper into her embrace, his arms naturally wrapping around her waist. He said in a muffled voice, “It’s so much more comfortable here with you.”

In the driver’s seat, Huang Boxiang stared straight at the road ahead, not daring to even peek out of the corner of his eye.

‘The boss is great in every way, except his love life is a little… complicated.’

‘But then again, Chen Yansen is young and rich. When you really think about it, my boss is the one getting the short end of the stick.’

As Lao Huang drove steadily, he schemed internally: ‘I’ll have to ask a friend to bring back some potent stuff from the north to help the boss… recuperate.’

Half an hour later, the Maybach 62S pulled into a hotel’s underground parking garage.

Immediately after, a Mercedes also stopped, and Mike Keller and Wu Shengyu climbed out.

Lao Wu said to Chen Yansen, “Boss, I’m going to take Mike out for a look around. It’s his first time in Yanjing.”

“Go ahead,” Chen Yansen replied.

At the same time, he gestured to the nearby security personnel, arranging for two of them to follow along and ensure Mike Keller’s and Wu Shengyu’s safety.

Yanjing’s public safety was good, but you could never rule out an accident.

‘Mike Keller and Wu Shengyu can’t have anything happen to them. Otherwise, I’d have to handle all of Tiangong Technology’s subsequent R&D myself. Where would I find the time to fool around then?’

“Yes, Boss.” Wu Shengyu smiled, got into a Mercedes, and drove Mike Keller straight to Tian’an Gate, planning to let him experience the profound historical heritage of Hua Country.

Chen Yansen stepped into the VIP elevator, with Song Yuncheng following behind pushing the luggage. She looked like both his personal assistant and his private secretary.

DING.

The elevator doors slowly opened. Chen Yansen glanced at the sign, turned left, walked thirty meters, and swiped a metal card to open the door.

A lavishly decorated executive suite came into view. It had a two-bedroom, one-living-room, two-bathroom layout. The living room was absurdly large and even had a scenic balcony.

Standing by the glass curtain wall, one could overlook the entire CBD of Chaoyang District, surrounded by a dense forest of skyscrapers.

Chen Yansen pulled over a chair, plopped down, and took out his phone to reply to a few messages.

Lei Yijun and He Xiaopeng had invited him to dinner tonight.

Zhou Hongyi had invited him to visit the 360 Headquarters.

As for Zhang Chaoyang, he had sent a photo directly, showing him fishing in Bohai Bay.

Old Zhang’s meaning was clear: the fish were biting today, and he wanted Chen Yansen to fly over immediately.

Chen Yansen smiled and rejected Zhang Chaoyang’s suggestion.

With his Spiritual Power, an activity like fishing held absolutely no interest for him.

‘Why go to the seaside for the breeze when I could stay in the hotel and eat seafood?’

At this thought, Chen Yansen looked over at Song Yuncheng. She was busy taking a bath towel, pajamas, and the clothes he would wear to the meeting tomorrow out of the suitcase.

From his angle, he had a perfect view of Song Yuncheng’s slender waistline and her full, rounded bottom.

‘Fishing?’

‘That was a hobby for washed-up old men. And President Chen was still young. Fishing, my ass.’

Song Yuncheng was just about to stand up when she felt a pair of large hands slip under the backs of her knees.

Before she could even process it, her entire body was lifted into the air.

The position was truly a bit embarrassing. The tips of Song Yuncheng’s ears instantly turned red, and she couldn’t help but protest coquettishly, “Put me down. Stop fooling around.”

Chen Yansen chuckled mischievously. A playful mood struck him, and he carried Song Yuncheng into the bathroom.

A short while later, the crisp sound of splashing could be heard.

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Beneath the night sky, Yanjing’s lights were brilliant. At seven o’clock, as the city’s lamps were just being lit, it was the most beautiful time of the evening.

The endless stream of cars on the overpass resembled a multicolored ribbon lying across the junction of the city and its suburbs.

「At the entrance of Jingzhao Prefect.」

Lei Yijun and He Xiaopeng were leaning side-by-side against a Porsche Cayenne. Both had cigarettes pinched between their index and middle fingers, exhaling clouds of smoke.