TVSFPAG -Chapter 129 What Kind of Company Do You Want to Start?

Song Yunfei reheated the meal from the morning and returned to the bedroom again. She asked him, “Should I bring it to you?”

Chu Jinhan shook his head and shifted himself as he got out of bed. “No need. It’s not that serious.”

She had expected as much. Even if he was sick, he couldn’t tolerate eating in bed, so she hadn’t brought it over directly.

Sitting again at the dining table, Chu Jinhan still looked a bit unwell, but his mental state had improved significantly.

Suddenly remembering something, Chu Jinhan asked her, “If you were to start a company, what kind would you start?”

Song Yunfei answered instinctively without thinking, “A design company, of course.”

After saying that, she realized it might sound a bit off and smiled, explaining, “That was my childhood dream.”

Chu Jinhan didn’t pay attention to her explanation and continued asking, “Then what would you name the company?”

“Get Rich.”

“…What?”

Song Yunfei joked, “Just ‘Get Rich.’ Isn’t the purpose of starting a company to make money? Of course it should have an auspicious name.”

She was completely joking—if she actually started a company, she would never choose such a name.

Chu Jinhan pondered for a moment and reluctantly responded with a quiet “Mm.”
“Indeed… it’s a good name.”

Song Yunfei gave him an approving look. “Great minds think alike.”

After finishing the meal, Song Yunfei cleaned up the table and fetched a basin of water to the bedroom, intending to wipe him down again.

She felt that Chu Jinhan’s fever had subsided so quickly partly because of the warm water wiping.

But she was simply too sleepy. She had only slept three to four hours on the electric scooter the previous night, hadn’t slept all day, and still had to take care of Chu Jinhan.

Coupled with the quietness of the room and the repetitive motion, her eyelids began to fight her before she had even wiped for long.

Chu Jinhan could see it clearly from the side—her eyelids drooping, her head nodding, her eyes open but barely able to focus.

The towel in her hand kept slipping lower and ended up soaking a large area of his pants.

He suddenly reached out and placed his hand under her chin, supporting it as it continued to sink.

In her drowsy state, Song Yunfei only felt herself leaning back onto the pillow. Her shoulders relaxed, and she fell asleep directly against it.

Chu Jinhan held her face, staring at her for a long time.

The light slanted across the top of her head, casting a soft, shimmering glow over her slightly messy, fluffy hair.

He first took out his phone and snapped a few photos, then got out of bed.

When Song Yunfei opened her eyes again, it was already the next morning.

She instinctively reached beside her—empty.

She got up and looked around. Only breakfast was on the table; Chu Jinhan was nowhere to be seen.

She picked up her phone and sent him a message.

Wasn’t he sick? Why was he so eager to go to work without resting a couple more days?

Shortly after, she received a reply—he had indeed gone to work.

She glanced again at the place where the electric scooter keys were kept and smiled. Today, he had ridden the pink one.

Manager He appeared silently behind Chu Jinhan like a ghost, hands clasped behind his back.

Noticing that he was chatting with his girlfriend, he clicked his tongue.

Chu Jinhan paused, then turned to look at Manager He.

Manager He casually averted his gaze and asked calmly, “Didn’t you say yesterday that you were sick? I came by to check on you. How are you today? Feeling better?”

Chu Jinhan put away his phone. “I’m fine.”

“Good, good. It’s the end of the year and things are busy. We should start collecting outstanding payments.”

Chu Jinhan frowned. “It should be payments from before this quarter. I haven’t been involved in the business operations.”

Manager He chuckled. “Ah, you may not have been involved, but you’re now a shareholder. Shouldn’t you be contributing your share?”

At the end of the year, aside from rushing production orders, the most troublesome task was collecting payments.

Whenever Manager He thought about collecting money, he got a headache—so he set his sights on Chu Jinhan.

This young man was deeply hidden; perhaps he had a way to recover the payments.

“What you mean is, if these payments are collected, I’ll get a share too?”

Manager He laughed heartily. “Of course. You’re a shareholder—naturally you’ll have a share.”

According to the contract, it was supposed to take effect next year, since the year was almost over anyway.

But small factories didn’t have so many formalities. It was just a matter of a single word. If giving him a cut could help recover the money, why not?

Especially for those payments that had been overdue for one or two years—if they couldn’t be collected, there would be nothing at all.

Chu Jinhan said, “That’s fine, but the contract needs to be revised.”

Manager He shot him a displeased glance. “What, you don’t trust my word?”

“I naturally trust you, Manager He. But when it comes to money, it’s better to handle things formally.”

Knowing his personality—very serious and meticulous—Manager He didn’t bother arguing. “Fine, fine. Change it however you want. As long as you can collect the money, anything goes.”

Seeing Manager He’s casual attitude, Chu Jinhan shook his head inwardly.

No wonder the factory was close to shutting down not long after his divorce.

After that, Manager He started gossiping again. “By the way, has your friend filed a lawsuit against the person who hit him?”

Chu Jinhan glanced at him. “Aren’t you busy, Manager He?”

Manager He chuckled. “Just a couple of sentences won’t delay things.”

“It’s better not to interfere in other people’s affairs if you’re an outsider.”

Manager He froze for a moment. Who was this kid talking about?

“Alright then, get back to work.”

Not getting any gossip, Manager He left somewhat disappointed.

At the end of the year, things were already busy, and now with an additional task, there was even more to handle.

Meanwhile, Chu Jinhan was closely monitoring Liu Mao’s situation.

Previously, Wu Wei had suddenly disappeared. Liu Mao searched for him for quite a while, and when he finally found him, he almost came close to hitting him.

Wu Wei explained that he had gone back to his hometown for a blind date, and since there was no signal there, he had lost contact.

Then he advised Liu Mao to sell all the stocks he held and buy another one instead—he would quickly make back what he had lost.

At first, Liu Mao didn’t believe him. But after following the market for two days, he found that what Wu Wei said was largely correct—the overall trend was rising.

As long as the principal was large enough, losses could be recovered within a few days.

So Liu Mao decisively sold his stocks and followed Wu Wei into another one.

He also sold his car, replacing his Bentley with a Mazda.

In the first two days after investing, the gains were indeed encouraging—he had already recovered one-fifth of his losses.

But afterward, the market turned green every day. Although the losses weren’t large, it still made Liu Mao anxious.

Wu Wei reassured him that it was a minor issue—once it dropped another two percent, they could buy the dip.

So Liu Mao went on to sell two of his properties that he didn’t often live in.

This pattern continued for more than half a month. By then, Liu Mao had sold all his properties—only the one he lived in remained.

He had also taken out a bank loan and poured that money in as well.

In the blink of an eye, most of October had passed, and November was about to arrive.

Wu Wei received a call from Chu Jinhan, asking him to start a company.

He immediately became excited—was Chu intending to invest in and help him start his own company?

“Alright, alright! Brother Chu, what kind of company are we starting?” Wu Wei asked excitedly.