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Chapter 572 - 572 573 Heart-to-Heart (2)_1
Chapter 572 - 572 573 Heart-to-Heart (2)_1
?Chapter 572: Chapter 573: Heart-to-Heart (2)_1 Chapter 572: Chapter 573: Heart-to-Heart (2)_1 A misunderstanding led Liang Chen to leave the dinner party and wander aimlessly in his car, unsure where to go. Finally, he received a call from Cong Rong, asking him to join a card game. Thinking about the long night ahead and the thoughts of Jing Haohao that filled his mind, he decided to accept the invitation.
There were four people playing cards, one of whom was Mr. Huang, the husband of Jing Haohao’s friend.
Liang Chen heard about Jing Haohao’s friend when they were writing wedding invitations. Sadly, the invitations never got sent out as their Marriage was called off.
Jing Haohao’s friend was named… Fang Lu.
It seemed that he was not only deeply impressed by her, but also clearly remembered her friends.
That night, due to Jing Haohao’s call, Liang Chen was somewhat distracted and repeatedly made mistakes in the game. Among the four players, he lost every game.
The stakes were high, and he was losing chips rapidly, as if water running off his hands.
Throughout the game, Liang Chen didn’t even blink once.
The one who won the most was the husband of Jing Haohao’s friend. Perhaps because of his joy, he spoke a lot, mentioning various gossips. Somehow he mentioned Haixin Company.
“Have you heard? Haixin Company signed a big contract with a Japanese company a few days ago.”
Haixin Company… This name sounded familiar to Liang Chen. He looked up and remembered that it was the company Jing Haohao worked for. He continued to play cards while listening carefully to the conversation.
Cong Rong: “I spend my days in the business department. I don’t make as much in a month as what you guys lose in a game. Where would I find the time to keep track of your good fortune?”
Mr. Huang: “What I’m saying isn’t really good news, it’s actually something bad.”
Another player, Mr. Zhang, asked: “Haixin Company has been doing fairly well these past few years, what bad could have happened?”
Mr. Huang lifted his eyelids: “This is something you probably don’t know. When Haixin Company signed the contract with the Japanese company, they made a mistake. They put down 10 million instead of 1 million.”
Cong Rong: “Is this even possible? Such a basic mistake?”
Mr. Huang: “It is indeed true.”
Mr. Zhang: “What is Chen going to do about it? A 9 million loss is a big deal.”
Mr. Huang: “What can he do? He can demand the person who made the mistake to pay for it, but they probably can’t afford it. If they actually paid for it, who would still be willing to work there? At most, they would serve a jail term, as a form of retribution, then accept the bad luck.”
Mr. Zhang shook his head regretfully: “Old Chen would have basically worked this year for nothing. But Chen values his reputation. He wouldn’t share such a situation and give his competitors something to laugh about.”
Mr. Huang: “Chen didn’t talk about it. The person who messed up this badly is a friend of my wife. She approached my wife to borrow 9 million, that’s how I came to know about it.”
Liang Chen’s hand, which was taking a card, paused slightly. He lifted his eyes to look at Mr. Huang, with seeming interest in their conversation, and casually asked, “Did she borrow the money?”
Mr. Huang: “No, we are not running a charity organization here, such a large sum.”
Mr. Zhang: “Fortunately not, otherwise, it would be impossible to get the money back.”
…
While the others were still chatting, Liang Chen could no longer listen to a word they were saying.