Chapter 27: Chapter 27 - Chapter 27 Low EQ and IQ

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However, before Zhang Luoya could kiss him, Jing Muchen quickly covered her red lips with one hand and took his phone with his other hand. He then said, “I forgot to tell you that I’m flying to Los Angeles at six o’clock tomorrow morning. Go back to your room to sleep. Good night.”

Zhang Luoya couldn’t help but pout. She had already taken the initiative. Why was he still unaffected? Could it be that he was really gay?

She wanted to throw a tantrum. But seeing his indifferent and alienated look, she had no choice but to restrain her impulse. Jing Muchen was always gentle and courteous in front of her. But for some reason, whenever he put on such a look, Zhang Luoya felt a sense of fear spontaneously.

After sitting there awkwardly for a while, she finally said, “Good night, A Chen.” She then stood up, walked out of the guest room, and went back to her room sulkily.

Early in the morning the next day, Jing Muchen rushed to the airport.

What he didn’t know was that Zhang Luoya’s phone call last night caused quite a stir in the Jing family’s villa.

This was what she said, “Hello, is this Auntie? A Chen is here at my house to accompany me tonight. He’ll be sleeping here. Please tell Grandpa.”

Upon hearing this, Li Manting was overjoyed. After hanging up the phone, she hurriedly told Jing Shaofan and Old Mr. Jing about it.

Then she added, “It seems that A Chen is serious this time. As I’ve said, the woman that my friend has introduced is truly reliable. You see, they are spending the night together. I think we can put their wedding on the agenda now.”

Old Mr. Jing was so happy that he took out his calendar to choose the wedding date.

After calculating for a long time, he finally chose three dates: June 18th, Mid-autumn Festival, and National Day.

The next morning, Li Manting was so excited that she called Jing Muchen immediately. However, he wasn’t answering his phone.

When the call was finally connected, Jing Muchen’s distant voice came through from the other end of the line, “Mom, I’ve just gotten off the plane. I’m in Los Angeles right now. What’s up?”

Li Manting got furious at once. “Why are you on a business trip on the weekend? And you didn’t even tell your family!”

Jing Muchen took a sip of his coffee and said listlessly, “I didn’t have time.”

“You…” Li Manting had no choice but to continue, “Did you stay overnight at Luoya’s house last night?”

“Yes,” Jing Muchen replied.

Li Manting smiled. “Your father, grandfather, and I are satisfied with Luoya. We think that you get along very well. Now that you’re engaged, you’d better set your wedding date as soon as possible. Your grandfather has chosen…”

At the sight of Shaker, Jing Muchen waved his hand and interrupted, “Mom, you decide.” He then hung up the phone and walked forward.

Li Manting hadn’t finished speaking yet. She wanted to tell him the three dates that Old Mr. Jing had chosen. But since the call was disconnected, she could only shake her head helplessly. She turned to Old Mr. Jing and said, “A Chen is in the United States for a business trip. He said we can decide on the wedding date for him.”

“Well…” Old Mr. Jing thought for a while and said, “We have to discuss this matter with the Zhang family. We can’t just decide by ourselves. How about this? Call the Zhang family and invite them to dinner tonight. Then we can talk about it.”

“Okay, Dad,” Li Manting agreed without hesitation. Then she got busy preparing for it.

Jing Muchen’s business trip to Los Angeles was actually not scheduled.

After the release of Jing Yang Group’s summer apparel, the marketing had been very successful all over the country. But in the United States, their sales had never been impressive.

At first, the situation wasn’t serious enough to require Jing Muchen to rush over and deal with it personally. But on Saturday, he suddenly received an e-mail from Shaker saying that all the dealers were insisting on returning their goods. They were very rude, so he had to fly here to see the situation.

“Shaker, have there been any changes in Mr. Ryan’s mood recently?” Jing Muchen asked as he took the MacBook from Shaker. Sitting in the back seat of the Mercedes Benz, he opened it and started reading the sales report of the apparel in the United States.

Shaker was a blue-eyed blond American guy in his early twenties. But he replied in fluent Chinese, “I’ve learned from his assistant that at a dinner party not long ago, Mr. Ryan fell in love with an Oriental woman at first sight. He used up all his fortune to please her. But the night before the wedding, the woman ran away with a young man and all the funds from his sales agency. Now that he is penniless, he is asking for a refund. I’ve told him that I can’t decide on it. He is insisting that our products have some problems, and he wants to negotiate with you personally.”

Jing Muchen’s slender fingers tapped on the keyboard, and the graph of the United States’ sales data came into view. While looking at it, he said, “With such a sales performance like this, how can he have the confidence to negotiate with me?”

Shaker took a deep breath and said, “Mr. Ryan has been our dealer for three years. He is 50 years old now. And what happened to him was also an accident…”

Jing Muchen raised his left hand to interrupt Shaker’s plea. He opened his thin lips and said, “Being deceived by a woman at the age of 50, he indeed has both low EQ and IQ.”

Shaker’s thick eyebrows furrowed. He got what Jing Muchen meant.

Jing Muchen closed the computer, put it in the middle, and ordered, “Go to the sales agency.”

At the sales agency in Los Angeles.

Jing Muchen was in the meeting room, taking a sip of black coffee.

The gray-haired Ryan had just finished his impassioned speech and looked at the handsome and introverted Oriental man in front of him.

Jing Muchen put down the coffee cup, looked at him, and said in fluent English, “You want to return the goods… It’s okay.”

Ryan’s eyes lit up at once. But before he could say anything, Jing Muchen continued, “But you won’t get a refund.”

The light in Ryan’s eyes instantly vanished. He stood up, clenched his fists, and roared in English, “What? What do you mean I won’t get a refund? Believe it or not, I’m going to create a scene. Don’t even think about selling one of your products in the United States then!”

Shaker hurriedly got up from his seat to appease Ryan. But Jing Muchen continued, “From the year 2011 to 2014, your total sales for three years didn’t even exceed 10% of the domestic sales in one year. Are you kidding me?”

Such a straightforward accusation made Ryan’s face turn red and pale.

Jing Muchen put his hands in his trouser pockets and added, “You have two choices. First, get out of here with your business card. I’ll hire someone else. Second, finish selling all the products, and you will get paid. I won’t take even a single penny that belongs to you..”