God-Level All-rounder Expert
Chapter 134 - 136: The Borrower is the Boss!

Chapter 134: Chapter 136: The Borrower is the Boss!

Ying Zheng gripped the edge of the table with one hand and then heaved himself up with difficulty, burying his obese frame into the chair as if the action was too challenging, leaving him huffing and puffing, his fat-covered face beading with sweat the size of beans.

"That uh... Fang Yi, I’m suddenly feeling a bit unwell, got my ’Aunt Flo’ visiting, so... maybe we can talk another day?" Ying Zheng struggled to say, clearly taken aback by the figure Fang Yi had suggested.

Even though Ying Zheng was fabulously wealthy—boasting substantial wealth and often acting capriciously with his money—a billion dollars was still a staggering amount. He was sure his ears hadn’t deceived him; even if the person borrowing money was his own uncle, that was an exorbitant sum to ask for.

A billion dollars!

Fang Yi watched Ying Zheng, finding this fat man quite amusing. Shameless, with a thick skin that reached a certain level, he had the audacity to mention ’Aunt Flo.’

But the fat man had his own carefree charm; you could say he had a genuine character, though he was so lecherous it was hair-raising.

"Brother Ying, it’s just a little money, no need to worry about it," Fang Yi said with a smile.

"Eh... little... little money, Fang Yi, you really know how to... joke, that’s a billion dollars!" Ying Zheng’s jowls trembled as he fought the urge to lose his cool.

Fang Yi continued smiling: "Brother Ying, I won’t let you suffer a loss, I heard you have a pharmaceutical company under your name?"

For these magnates, their industries span the gamut, each reaching the pinnacle in their respective fields; but Ying, the fat man, was somewhat different.

Ying Zheng’s companies were diverse, covering many industries. This fat man seemed to dabble in everything—like steel refining, electronics, the internet—and he had even ventured into pharmaceuticals, opening a factory dedicated to selling medicine.

Pharmaceuticals—a highly lucrative industry that required solid connections. It was clear then that this fat man wasn’t as simple as his plump, naive appearance suggested. In fact, he had a wide network of contacts and was shrewd.

Ying Zheng got the hint, his heart stirring as he said, "Fang Yi, I do have a pharmaceutical company, but it’s not performing well; it’s far behind compared to other companies." By the end of his statement, the fat man deliberately sighed.

Fang Yi understood the implications of the fat man’s words and went along with him, saying: "Brother Ying, I’ve actually come up with a new medicine recently that cures colds in half a day."

Ying Zheng’s eyes immediately lit up, his facial fat quivering once more, but this time from excitement.

"A cold medicine that works in half a day, Fang Yi, oh Fang Yi, I can’t believe it, don’t you fool me," Ying Zheng said.

"Brother Ying, with the relationship between you and me, would I deceive you?" Fang Yi said, subtly drawing their relationship closer.

Ying Zheng was equally amenable to this suggestion and nodded immediately: "Right, right, the relationship between you and me is rock solid, it’s just a billion after all—Fang Yi, I’m on board, I’ll even sell the iron pot if I have to in order to lend it to you."

If I hadn’t mentioned this new medicine, you’d probably find any excuse not to lend the money, Fang Yi inwardly scorned the fat man. He knew that without offering the new drug, the fat man would have never agreed to the loan.

"Just for the sake of your generosity, Brother Ying, I must give this new medicine formula to you," Fang Yi declared with feigned earnestness, while inside he felt utterly repulsed.

Damn, pouring out such passion for a fat man, utterly disgusting.

"Fang Yi." Ying Zheng grabbed Fang Yi’s hand excitedly.

Fang Yi could only feel goosebumps all over his body. He had thought himself quite shameless, but this fat man brought shamelessness to new heights.

If he hadn’t known the fat man’s predilection for women, Fang Yi might have suspected his interest lay in men, or questioned his sexual orientation.

Without delay, Fang Yi wrote out the prescription and handed it to Ying Zheng, who received it with extreme excitement, guarding the piece of paper as if it were a treasure, fearful that any crease would be a sin.

"Brother Ying, about that billion dollars..." Fang Yi reminded, in case the fat man had forgotten.

Fang Yi wasn’t afraid that the fatty would renege on the deal. If he dared to betray someone, and lacked even this bit of integrity, he wouldn’t have achieved his current success. Moreover, Fang Yi had more than just one medicinal formula.

Ying Zheng said, "Alright, alright, alright, Brother Fang, rest assured, tomorrow, the money will be transferred to you. After all, gathering such a substantial amount of funds does take some time."

In reality, Ying the Fatty had decided to use this time to completely master the medicinal formula, and indeed, gathering ten billion truly required time.

Fang Yi said with a smile, "Good, then I’ll be troubling you, Brother Ying."

As soon as Fang Yi left, Ying Zheng immediately dashed out of the office and said to his secretary Fangfang, "Follow me!"

Seeing how flustered Ying Zheng was, Fangfang only thought that Ying Zheng had another urge, but after leaving the company, she realized she had been mistaken.

Ying Zheng arrived at the pharmaceutical company and immediately had the general manager join him in the laboratory.

Ying Zheng was incredibly excited and bursting with anticipation.

The company’s most professional experts and pharmacists took the formula into the laboratory and began to work on it.

One hour passed, two hours passed... Until the early morning, Ying Zheng didn’t leave for a moment, and it was just after three o’clock when news came from the laboratory: success!

"Success?!"

Ying Zheng clenched his fists in excitement. A cold medicine that worked in half a day—if it were launched on the market, it would be a gold mine! It could even be considered a monopoly!

The typical cold medicine requires at least a day to take effect, and that’s when everything goes smoothly, the best-case scenario.

"Director Ying, this formula... I don’t know who wrote it. It couldn’t possibly be from a master of traditional medicine," the expert said excitedly, never having seen such a formula.

A master of traditional medicine? Of course not, just an ordinary guy.

But... is he really ordinary?

Not only did he know Mr. Zhou, but he also had a connection with Secretary Hu, and he had come up with two formulas in a row that were not available on the market. This made Ying Zheng unable to figure out who this guy really was.

There must be more than just these two medicinal formulas on this guy. Ying Zheng was determined to dig out some more.

Early the next morning, Fang Yi was invited by Ying Zheng.

"Brother Ying, you look a little tired under the eyes. Didn’t sleep well last night?" Fang Yi barely held back his laughter; he knew that Ying Zheng must have been restless, especially since it was related to making big money.

"Sigh, to help you gather funds, Brother Fang, I was busy all night," Ying Zheng certainly wouldn’t admit to the truth.

Damn it, he’s even putting on an act with me.

Fang Yi didn’t expose him and simply gave Ying Zheng an account number, and Ying Zheng immediately had the finance department transfer the money.

"Um... Brother Fang, I’m not sure what you plan to do with the money you’ve borrowed this time. If it’s not enough, just ask your big brother Ying," Ying Zheng inquired, wanting Fang Yi to borrow more money from him.

Fang Yi found it amusing. It seemed the fatty wanted to get a firm hold on him. Yesterday when he asked for a loan, the fatty pretended to be ignorant; now, he was keen to offer a loan instead.

In today’s society, the person who borrows money is the boss, and now Fang Yi was indeed the boss.

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