Chapter 310 What does it matter to me if you have a girlfriend?
Chapter 310 What does it matter to me if you have a girlfriend?
At 6 p.m., led by Alice, Meng Chuan arrived at the presidential suite where William was staying once again.
Pushing open the door, a sumptuous dinner table came into view.
Beneath the crystal chandelier, the silver tableware reflects a luxurious glow.
It's clear that William is someone who really enjoys life.
William warmly invited Meng Chuan to have dinner with him.
There were only Meng Chuan, William, and Alice at the dining table.
Alice's bodyguard, Natasha, didn't come today.
Yingdie stood behind Meng Chuan the whole time, never leaving his side.
"Meng Chuan, cheers!"
William raised his wine glass, the red wine inside gleaming like a jewel under the light.
Meng Chuan took a small sip; he couldn't name the expensive red wine that cost tens of thousands of US dollars.
But to Meng Chuan, it tasted exactly the same as the red wine that cost tens of yuan a bottle in the supermarket.
After a few rounds of drinks, Meng Chuan's face began to flush slightly.
I don't know if it's because I drank alcohol.
Alice, who was sitting opposite Meng Chuan, seemed more and more beautiful and charming to him the more he looked at her.
Alice is clearly dressed up today.
A champagne-colored fitted dress accentuates her perfect curves, while the V-neck design reveals her delicate collarbone.
The long, slender legs peeking out from under the skirt were captivating.
Most striking was the flush on her slightly tipsy cheeks and her bright blue eyes, which were brimming with moisture.
She's just like a princess from a fairy tale.
"Mr. William, what's your decision?"
Meng Chuan quickly looked away and took the initiative to start a conversation.
After all, the other person's father was sitting right next to her, so it was somewhat impolite to stare at his daughter like that.
Moreover, Meng Chuan was particularly concerned about this matter.
The current international crude oil price has risen to $51 per barrel.
The earlier you get involved, the better.
However, when asked by Meng Chuan, William regretfully put down his wine glass:
"The elders disagree; they believe that crude oil prices cannot fall."
Meng Chuan's heart sank.
Without the financial support of the Warburg family, his plans would certainly be greatly hampered.
In fact, the elders' council did not oppose William and Meng Chuan's cooperation.
If Meng Chuan wants to do more, the clan elders will definitely have no objections.
But Meng Chuan wanted to short sell, which was unacceptable to the clan elders.
After all, all the data, analysis, and inside information now indicate that...
Crude oil prices are unlikely to fall.
This is indeed the case.
Without a breakthrough in shale oil technology, crude oil prices would certainly remain firm.
However, shale oil technology is a technological thing and cannot be predicted.
Therefore, it is understandable that the clan elders disagree.
"Since that's the case, then I won't force you."
Meng Chuan pondered for a moment before speaking.
What can he do if people don't believe him?
You can't force people to invest, can you?
Moreover, Meng Chuan doesn't necessarily have to be with the Warburg family.
Hopefully, the Warburg family won't regret it in the future.
"I look forward to our next collaboration. Of course, if you need any help, I will definitely do my best to assist you."
William said this with great sincerity.
Meng Chuan nodded.
Since cooperation was hopeless, Meng Chuan said goodbye after a brief chat.
"Meng Chuan, my daughter has had a little to drink. Could you take her back to school for me? I have to catch a flight back later."
William looked at Meng Chuan and said.
“Natasha…”
Meng Chuan wanted to speak.
Alice spoke first:
"She has something to do today and isn't in Shanghai."
Meng Chuan did not see Natasha today; Alice drove here herself.
"All right!"
Meng Chuan didn't think much of it.
Alice had been drinking, so all we could do was see her off.
The three of them went downstairs, and Alice got into Meng Chuan's V-Class.
"I didn't expect your car to be decorated so luxuriously."
Alice sat gracefully beside Meng Chuan and exclaimed in admiration.
At the same time, pressing a button on the control panel on the armrest causes the television in the partition to slowly rise, separating the cockpit from the passenger compartment.
"What are you doing?"
Meng Chuan frowned.
Just as the TV slowly rose up, Meng Chuan clearly saw Ying Die looking in the rearview mirror.
Yingdie's eyes were filled with vigilance.
Yingdie is probably worried about her safety!
Meng Chuan thought to himself.
Meng Chuan himself didn't want to raise the TV.
It's not that I'm worried about my own safety.
The two were sitting in the car, and Alice was dressed relatively provocatively.
Now that the two of them are alone, Meng Chuan always feels that the atmosphere is a bit strange.
Are you a little disappointed that my dad didn't cooperate with you?
Alice suddenly leaned forward and asked Meng Chuan very seriously.
She stretched out her body, her face almost touching Meng Chuan's.
Meng Chuan could even see the delicate pores on her smooth skin.
And her fragrant breath almost sprayed onto Meng Chuan's face.
"A little, but it's not a big problem."
Meng Chuan unconsciously leaned back a little, half-lying on the chair, creating some distance between himself and Alice.
"Actually, you can cooperate with me. I'll give you whatever amount of money you need."
Alice suddenly said with a firm expression.
"you?"
Meng Chuan looked Alice up and down.
His eyes were full of disbelief.
Meng Chuan knew Alice was rich, but how could her little money satisfy Meng Chuan's appetite?
"You underestimate me, don't you? Just tell me how much money you want!"
Alice said haughtily.
That little face is quite cute.
"Just tell me how much money you have!"
Meng Chuan really didn't want to discourage Alice.
"Ten billion... US dollars, is that enough?"
"How many?"
Meng Chuan almost choked on his own saliva.
How could this seemingly harmless young woman possibly come up with such a huge amount of money?
Alice winked playfully:
"I had some savings of my own, plus I borrowed some money from my dad."
As Alice spoke, she deliberately leaned forward again, the faint scent of her perfume wafting into Meng Chuan's nostrils.
Meng Chuan tried to lean back again, but the back of the seat was already pressing against him.
Alice leaned close to Meng Chuan's ear, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe:
"But I have one condition...you have to promise to let me be your woman..."
Alice deliberately drew out her intonation and slowed down her speech.
This made the atmosphere between the two even more romantic!
"impossible."
Meng Chuan swallowed hard, then suddenly shouted in refusal.
You want to be his girlfriend for 10 billion?
what is this?
Does this count as being kept by a sugar daddy/sugar baby?
He's a grown man, after all. You think you can keep him as a mistress for 10 billion?
Which man can't withstand 10 billion... well... even if many men can't withstand the test of 10 billion.
But Meng Chuan absolutely cannot sell his body for 10 billion.
Why are you reacting so strongly? You scared me!
Alice gently covered her chest.
She was genuinely terrified by Meng Chuan.
The atmosphere had just been built up, but Meng Chuan's shout suddenly extinguished all her romantic feelings.
"Alice, I want to reiterate that I have a girlfriend..."
Meng Chuan issued a stern and righteous warning.
Alice looked at Meng Chuan with a blank expression and interrupted:
"What I was trying to say was that you have to agree to let me be your female... trader. What does it matter to me if you have a girlfriend?"
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