Chapter 130: The President's Assistant!

  The sunshine is beautiful, life is quiet and good.

  Qin Luo's first action after opening his eyes in the early morning was to reach down and touch his crotch. When he found it feeling cool, comfortable, and without any foreign objects, he burst out laughing wildly.

  Qin Luo said to Ji Jiancheng who was standing on the side with a disappointed face: "You are just a Jianghu practitioner, you don't even understand what fortune-telling is."

  "It's strange. How can there be none?" Lian Qingcheng said with a disappointed face.

  "Of course not! How could you have anticipated such a thing?" Qin Luo said with satisfaction.

  "Hey, little brother, wake up. What's with the silly grin so early in the morning? It's scary." someone shouted beside his ear. Qin Luo still felt a bit of pain in his lower body, as if something was knocking against it.

  "Strange, didn't I wake up?"

  Qin Luo's eyes fluttered open in confusion, and he saw a deep cleavage. A vast expanse of tender flesh, piled high enough to fill Qin Luo's entire field of vision.

  Wearing a red silk nightgown, Li Qiancheng crouched beside Qin Luo, holding a pair of chopsticks in her hand, using the end of the chopstick to tap Qin Luo's lower body - this woman is too evil.

  "Your calculations are fundamentally incorrect." Qin Luo said to Li Jiancheng. His self-control ability was truly astonishing. He could resist such temptation and remain chaste. He was not an ordinary man, but a superman.

  Can you imagine what kind of life Qin Luo is living?

  To prove his iron mouth and straight cut, he was surprised by the divination. Lian Qingcheng returned and began to entice Qin Luo with one wave after another of inhumane temptation.

  First, wearing pajamas with a stunning demeanor, she walked past Qin Luo, and every time she walked in front of Qin Luo, she would also give him a few flirtatious glances.

  After coming out of the bathroom, she held a hair dryer and asked Qin Luo to help her blow-dry her hair.

  She lay softly on the sofa, lazy and sexy like a wild cat. Qin Luo grasped her wet hair, several times blowing the blow dryer directly at her face---

  Then, she encouraged Chen Siyuan to play a beautiful leg temptation in front of Qin Luo.

  Qin Luo didn't know when he fell asleep last night, anyway his mind was filled with some unbearable scenes.

  Dreaming is tiring, dreaming of spring is even more exhausting.

  When he woke up, Qin Luo felt like he was about to collapse. He used to get up at 6 o'clock sharp for exercise every day. But whenever he slept on the side of Lian Qun City, it would be delayed until this time.

  He finally understood the reason for 'the king will no longer hold morning court'.

  "Isn't it right? Touch again." Li Jiancheng used chopsticks to heavily tap Qin Luo's lower body, saying with a flirtatious expression.

  Qin Luo's lower body hurt, and he suddenly bounced up from the sofa. Lian Qingcheng stood beside him, and he was too embarrassed to reach in and touch. But after carefully feeling around for a bit, he immediately discovered that something wasn't quite right...

  "How's that? I didn't miscalculate, did I?" Lei Qingcheng said with a self-satisfied expression.

  "This——" Qin Luo was embarrassed to death. Just now, he had clearly touched it, wasn't there no wet dream?

  Could it be said that this is a dream within a dream? Was I just dreaming earlier?

  Qin Luo reached out and touched Lian Qun Cheng's face, Lian Qun Cheng was furious, a chopstick struck Qin Luo's hand, scolding: "You are shameless, you little rascal, dare to flirt with your sister Lian."

  Qin Luo was slapped on the back of his hand by this woman, and he sucked in a breath of cold air due to the pain. He quickly explained: "I wasn't trying to flirt with you. I just wanted to see if I was dreaming."

  "Why don't you just slap yourself?"

  "I'm afraid of pain." Qin Luo had just touched himself, but he was still deceived by his own feelings.

  "You're afraid of pain, so I won't be afraid of pain? Get up quickly. Let me see if you've dirtied my sofa. If it's dirty, then you'll stay here today and wash the sofa cover for me." Li Qian Cheng pulled Qin Luo up from the sofa and ran off. After scanning the sofa and seeing that it was still clean, she finally felt at ease.

  She glanced at Chen Sichuan who was busy making breakfast for the three of them in the kitchen, and quietly asked Qin Luo: "Who did you dream about last night?"

  "I didn't dream of anyone."

  "Get out of here. Who would have dreamed that disgusting dream? Did I dream or did Siyu dream? Was it a dream about your sister Siyu? Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." Lian Qingcheng guaranteed with a serious face.

  "Is it?" Qin Luo said with embarrassment. In front of Li Jiancheng, he was too embarrassed to say that both of them had dreamed about it.

  "Really?"

  "Really."

  "What were you doing in your dream?"

  "Qin Luo thought, is it really so hard for you?"

  "Didn't you really dream of me?" Lian Qingcheng asked with a flirtatious face.

  "No." Qin Luo shook his head repeatedly. Even if he had dreamed of it, he didn't dare say it.

  "That's good. Otherwise, I'll cut that thing of yours." Li Jiancheng said viciously.

  Then she smiled slyly at Qin Luo again, and loudly called out to Chen Sihuan who was walking into the dining hall with a tray of pastries: "Sihuan, Qin Luo said he dreamed about you last night ----"

  I'd rather believe in ghosts than trust Lian Cheng's mouth. Not a bit credible.

  At the dinner table, Li Qiancheng and Chen Sixuan occasionally whispered to each other, and from time to time burst out laughing.

  Qin Luo's face was gloomy, and he buried his head to finish the breakfast in his bowl.

  Cherish life. Stay away from women.

  Qin Luo decided to finish his breakfast and leave quickly, these two women were too terrifying. They made him feel very insecure.

  "Alright. Don't laugh at him. Look, he's almost burying his head in the plate." Chen Sichen couldn't help but speak up to help Qin Luo out of the awkward situation.

  "Hmph, who let him have such a dirty dream at his young age." Lian Qingcheng said.

  At such a young age?

  Qin Luo was so angry that he wanted to bang his head against the wall. How could he speak with such a guilty conscience? He was already over 20 years old and still a virgin, had these years been easy for him?

  "Alright, I won't tease you anymore." Lian Qingcheng saw Qin Luo's resentful eyes and finally had a change of heart, no longer mocking him. "What was that about the Chinese Medicine Association you told us yesterday?"

  Qin Luo finally raised his head and once again explained the nature of the Chinese Medicine Association to the two women in detail.

  "This project is indeed grand enough." Lijun Cheng said. "What can we help you with?"

  Qin Luo waved his hand and said, "Not helping me, but helping yourself."

  "Hey, he's still ungrateful." Lian Qingcheng curled her lips and said to Chen Siyu.

  "It's only natural. You can consider this as an early investment. After the Chinese Medicine Association is established, there will inevitably be many research results. At that time, you will have priority purchasing rights for these research results." Qin Luo explained.

  Li Jiancheng's eyes lit up and he said: "Then what are you lacking now?"

  "Office space and initial start-up capital," said Qin Luo.

  Lian Cheng thought for a moment and said, "Alright, I'll personally invest 10 million, then add another 10 million in the name of Lian Cheng International. That's a total of 20 million. Is that enough for you?"

  "That's enough." Qin Luo nodded repeatedly. This had far exceeded his budget. Originally, he still wanted to go find Master Wang Xiushen and others to discuss it, to see where they could get the money from. He didn't expect that Lian Cheng would solve the problem by herself.

  To be honest, he couldn't help but admire this woman's taste.

  After the establishment of the Chinese Medicine Association, it integrates the strength of Chinese medicine all over the world. The research results are absolutely valuable. If she grasps the priority purchase right, it is equivalent to grasping these latest research results.

  These research results will be transformed into products, and money will naturally come rolling in.

  "My money can't be wasted either," said Lijun Cheng. "I want to buy shares."

  "Stocks? This... doesn't involve stocks at all." Qin Luo said with difficulty. The Chinese Medicine Association hasn't even been established yet, let alone giving shares to investors.

  "Why no shares? Don't you think that only by implementing a shareholding system can we guarantee the interests of us investors? According to what you said, now there is a vice minister supporting you. What if this vice minister retires and your Chinese Medicine Association becomes bigger? How will the government take back management rights? Will you give it or not? If not, how many more years can the Chinese Medicine Association survive?" Lian Qincheng said with piercing eyes. Whenever she talked about business-related things, her mind became unusually sharp.

  "In that case, hasn't this traditional Chinese medicine research organization become a joint-stock company?" Qin Luo said.

  "What's wrong with that? It should be pushed to the market and let it compete with others. An enterprise with a competitive spirit can maintain rapid development and vitality. Moreover, when it really grows big, you can list it on the stock market."

  "Listing?" Qin Luo's eyes widened again. This woman's consciousness was indeed ahead of its time.

  They now have only a seed, and she has already calculated things after this seed matures.

  "Yes. Go public. Under the supervision of shareholders around the world, this association can develop normally. Your research results are products that can be sold, and you can also set up your own subsidiary factories to produce these products yourself. And establish a sales company to complete the R&D, production, and sales industrial chain."

  "Doesn't this idea smell of copper?" Lian Qingcheng asked with a smile. "But how many years can you shout the slogan of revitalizing traditional Chinese medicine? At first, everyone listened and felt very passionate about it, and they joined in with enthusiasm. But after their passion faded away, how could you maintain their service to the association? If they couldn't make money from it, wouldn't it be more practical for them to open their own private clinics?"

  "Profit is the greatest bond between people. If you want traditional Chinese medicine to not decline, you have to let practitioners make money. The more money they make, the more enthusiastic they will be about this industry. At that time, even if you whip them away, they won't leave."

  Looking at Qin Luo's thoughtful expression, Li Jing City smiled and said: "Little brother, I'm not as good as you in acupuncture. But when it comes to business management, you're really too inexperienced."

  Qin Luo smiled wryly and said: "Indeed. You suddenly brought up the concept of IPO and listing, I couldn't react in time."

  "I dare guarantee that even if you give me three more days, you still won't necessarily be able to figure it out."

  "So you need an assistant."

  "Assistant?" Qin Luo was taken aback.

  "Yes. The assistant to the president." Lian Qingcheng nodded her head. Then she stood up, infinitely charmingly spinning a circle in front of Qin Luo, and batting her eyelashes at him, asking: "What do you think of me?"

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