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Chapter 269: Chapter 195: Conspiracy! (Asking for Subscriptions)

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"Start a grand enterprise?"

Lin Chuan raised an eyebrow with interest as he looked at the Liu Meng before him. At this moment, he was certain this was not a scene of a mother-in-law meeting her future son-in-law.

What kind of mother-in-law would want to embark on a grand enterprise with her future son-in-law upon first meeting?

And, is this enterprise legitimate?

Liu Meng wore light makeup, obscuring the state of her skin, the area around her eyes was slightly sunken, and her figure was lean. Lin Chuan didn't catch any scent of 'addictive drugs' on her, only the faint aroma of tea that filled the tea house.

Old Zhang said she had been addicted to those 'addictive drugs' for over a decade.

Now, it seemed she had either quit or was using some special medication.

However, it was time to regard her with fresh eyes.

She had been away for over a decade—anything was possible.

Lin Chuan refrained from jumping to conclusions.

He was, instead, curious about the grand enterprise Liu Meng spoke of.

Liu Meng's eyes narrowed slightly, her lips curved into a smile, "Xiaolin, you're very young, writing novels is not a long-term plan."

"Then... Auntie, what grand enterprise do you want to lead me into?" Lin Chuan asked.

Liu Meng across the table smiled and took out a business card from her bag.

She held it between her index and middle finger and slid it across the tea table towards Lin Chuan. Then, she leaned back in her chair and casually crossed her right leg over the left.

A flicker of confusion crossed Lin Chuan's eyes as he picked up the business card.

On the card were her name, company, and position.

<Liu Meng>

<Huarun Foreign Trade Export Company Han River District General Manager>

"Huarun Foreign Trade Export?"

Holding the business card, Lin Chuan looked up at Liu Meng with a hint of confusion.

Liu Meng beamed, nodding gently, "Yes, I'm in charge of Huarun's foreign trade exports in the Han River area. If you're willing, you can become my assistant right away. You should know the value of this position."

Lin Chuan pursed his lips slightly.

The Huarun Foreign Trade Export Company—he wasn't familiar with these companies in reality and didn't know much about them.

But, setting Liu Meng's identity aside, being an assistant to a division general manager was a position hard to assess for the time being.

Liu Meng squinted her eyes, capturing Lin Chuan's expression, thinking that he was still pondering, she then smiled again, "Xiaolin, the royalties from your writing only earn you a few thousand or tens of thousands a month, plus the profits from 720, altogether, they amount to just a modest profit of a few hundred thousand, right?"

After a brief thought, Lin Chuan nodded, "That's about right."

The financial affairs of the 720 company were always managed by the Little Landlady. He had seen the financial reports, and they were more or less accurate.

Royalties were a bit more substantial.

For example, his previous book "Touch Gold Notes" had 800,000 words under charge, the average subscription was now over 50,000, and the estimated net pre-tax earnings from royalties, excluding channels and rights, were about 1.5 million.

However, his case was special.

After all, he was a cheat, quickly publishing a book in a short time and thereby rapidly earning large sums of royalties.

A normal web novel writer making tens of thousands a month would at least be at the standard of ten thousand subscribers.

Liu Meng smiled again and threw out what she considered a bombshell, "Xiaolin, if you start as my assistant, you'll eventually become the general manager of the Han River District. By then, you'll have at least a multimillion annual salary, plus additional bonuses."

You could tell Liu Meng spoke ambitiously.

The Huarun Foreign Trade Export Company she mentioned must be a big company.

But multimillion annual salary...

Lin Chuan wasn't unfamiliar with money. On the contrary, he had seen a lot of it.

—Although it was in the virtual world.

However, if he were after money purely, he'd only need to use his hacker skills or antique forgery techniques to have a large amount of funds coming in.

Cough, that sounded a bit criminal.

Therefore, the allure of money was minimal for him.

"720 company can still operate as usual, and with Huarun Company's support, you can expand and strengthen your 720 business. The power of Huarun Company far exceeds your imagination," Liu Meng tossed another bait.

Lin Chuan didn't respond rashly but said, "Auntie, I have a question."

"Ask."

Liu Meng had a confident smile on her face.

"What if I'm not capable of taking over as the general manager of the Han River District?" Lin Chuan's eyes focused as he asked.

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Of course, Liu Meng understood what Lin Chuan meant and replied with a smile, "You're a smart person; skills can be developed. I simply want to help Xinxin. I owe her too much."

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Lin Chuan responded with a smile.

He was not satisfied with this answer.

Lin Chuan thought that after so many years, Liu Meng had never come back to visit the Little Landlady. This time, upon her return, he didn't know the reason, she did not directly seek out the Little Landlady but instead came to him.

Did she really come back because she felt she owed Xinxin?

It's possible, but unlikely.

So, out of politeness, Lin Chuan smiled and said, "Auntie, this is a significant matter, I need to think about it."

Upon hearing this answer,

Liu Meng's eyes narrowed slightly, a trace of surprise flashing across her face.

She had not expected that after all these chips were laid out, Lin Chuan would actually refuse her.

Anyone who frequently deals with people would know that the phrase 'I need to think about it' is essentially a polite refusal.

Yes, Human Resources in companies also often use this phrase when graduates apply for jobs.

—Indeed, you're very talented, but due to the specifics of this position, we need to consider it.

Basically, it's a standardized template for refusal.

"Alright, then you and Xinxin take your time to think about it," Liu Meng said with a forced smile.

Lin Chuan nodded.

Then, with an excuse in tow, he left early.

Lin Chuan exited the tea house, descended the stairs, left the alley, and plunged into a black sedan not far outside the alley.

Zhang De and Zhang Ren were waiting for him in the car.

"Lin, are you alright?" As soon as Lin Chuan got into the car, Zhang De asked with concern.

"I'm fine, Auntie wants me to be her assistant," Lin Chuan handed the business card to Zhang De and said.

Old Zhang frowned slightly: "Huarun, Foreign Trade Export?"

"I don't know much about this company," Lin Chuan said.

At this moment, Uncle Zhang Ren, sitting in the driver's seat, joined the conversation: "I know this company, it's a rather famous foreign trade export company, especially in our southern region, it has several specialized export channels."

"What kind of promises did she offer you for this vice president position?" Old Zhang asked with a half-furrowed brow.

Lin Chuan smiled: "She promised to promote me to general manager, offering tens of millions in annual salary plus bonus shares."

"You didn't agree to her, did you?"

Old Zhang's expression darkened, "Lin, our Zhang family isn't short on money, she was of questionable character over a decade ago. Now suddenly returning to Anling, I suspect she's up to no good."

"Old Zhang, you know me, I'm not interested in being an 'assistant' or a 'general manager,'" Lin Chuan indicated for Old Zhang to be at ease.

Old Zhang nodded, but in his heart, he remained indignant towards Liu Meng.

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Elsewhere.

At Yueming Tea House, in the tea room Lin Chuan had left.

Liu Meng picked up the room's phone, dialed a number, then transferred the call.

"What was his reaction?"

On the phone, a voice altered by electronic processing, tinged with a mechanical tone, inquired.

Liu Meng's expression was cold, and she scoffed: "He's not interested in the position of vice general manager, nor the general manager role. He has already refused."

"Refused?"

The voice on the other end of the line sounded surprised.

"Yes, I could tell, he's not interested in money," Liu Meng spoke indifferently, lighting a cigarette, "Should we continue with the plan?"

"Of course,"

the person said coldly, "but we need to change the plan!"

"What plan?"

Liu Meng exhaled a puff of smoke and asked, neither cold nor warm.

"You've been away from Anling for too long. To him, you, the missing mother-in-law, don't carry much weight. So, we need someone else to break through!" The person quickly gave new instructions.

Liu Meng frowned: "Who are we switching to?"

"Who else could it be but your daughter!" On the phone, the person revealed the new target.

"Her?"

Liu Meng's cigarette-holding fingers paused slightly.

"Don't worry, my target is only Lin Chuan; I won't harm your daughter," the person said with a laugh, "That's the plan. Come to the Redwood Cafe and see your daughter."

The tone of the person left no room for argument.