pjbooks Chapter 16 is related to love.
Chapter 16 is related to love.
after an hour……
Under the neon sign of LeBai Tavern.
Meng Ran and Thea watched Martin leave.
Until the car he was in disappeared around the street corner under the dim streetlights.
Thea nudged Meng Ran's arm with her shoulder and teased mischievously, "So, have you figured out how to seduce Cyron?"
"What seduction? I wouldn't do such a thing, nor do I have the ability."
Thea pouted, lowered her head, kicked at the remaining snow with her toe, and muttered, "Who can say for sure? You're becoming more and more popular with girls."
"What?" Meng Ran didn't hear clearly.
"So what are you planning to do? If you can't handle Theron, Martin won't help you."
As she spoke, Thea crossed her arms and slowly strolled toward the apartment.
Meng Ran followed suit, standing side by side with Thea: "I plan to promote Theron as an environmental celebrity, with the goal of getting her 10 followers on Twitter."
Thea was a good teammate and might provide him with inspiration and assistance, so he didn't hide anything from her.
But when the girl heard this...
His steps faltered instantly.
Turning around, she stared at Meng Ran in astonishment: "Are you crazy?"
"What's wrong?"
"Of the $15 donation, hardly any money can actually be used for any real work. What are you going to use to promote Theron as an environmental star? Are you expecting Theron to donate another sum of money?"
"It's not impossible." Meng Ran did intend to get Sailon to spend another sum of money.
"Theron might spend another sum, but definitely not now. You have to produce results first before people will continue to invest."
"I know."
"Now that you know, you shouldn't be so delusional. Believe me, with the association's capabilities, you simply can't produce an effect that would make her spend a second sum of money."
"Just because the association can't do it doesn't mean I can't," Meng Ran shrugged.
"Oh~~ I really envy your confidence." Thea spread her hands and rolled her eyes.
She added, "Honestly, if you actually got that $3, you'd be better off keeping it in your pocket. Not all donors are as magical as Martin."
"Hahaha..." Meng Ran was amused by Xia's words.
"Don't laugh, I'm serious. You might not have another chance to earn this money. 3 dollars is enough for you to live a carefree life for a long time," Thea said seriously.
A cold wind swept in.
She couldn't help but shrink back and rub her arms together.
On a snowy day, she wore only a thin, tight-fitting sweater and equally tight-fitting jeans. While her curves were undeniably beautiful, she certainly wasn't immune to the cold standing outside.
"I know what I'm doing, don't worry," Meng Ran said, taking off her coat.
When Xi Ya saw Meng Ran draping a coat over her shoulders, she froze, feeling both surprised and secretly pleased.
"With such heavy snow, didn't you even bring a coat?"
"LeBai Tavern isn't far from the apartment, and there's heating on both sides, so I don't want the hassle."
"Let's go." Meng Ran put his hands in his pockets and continued walking slowly towards the apartment.
Thea didn't speak, but walked alongside him for a few steps before finally asking, "Aren't you cold?"
"cold."
Thea was delighted by the unwavering and affirmative reply.
She deliberately wrapped her coat tighter around herself: "I thought you'd say you weren't cold, just to show off your masculinity."
Upon hearing this, Meng Ran lowered his eyes and smiled, "It's cold, that's an objective fact. It's just that I'm willing to endure this cold for you. This has nothing to do with masculinity, it's about love."
Thea's sneakers.
It stopped on the street where a thin layer of ice remained.
She quickly glanced at Meng Ran beside her, then hurriedly looked back at the warm yellow streetlights in the distance.
She instinctively wanted to tease Meng Ran for his sweet talk about girls.
But when the words reached her lips, she couldn't say them.
All she knew was that her heart had just skipped a beat.
Shameless Bane.
That's a really nice way to talk nonsense.
Just a couple more lines, I want to hear more.
"Let's go, do you really want me to freeze to death?"
Meng Ran, with his hands still in his pockets, deliberately bumped her shoulder.
This collision not only restarted her journey forward but also stirred the fluttering in her heart.
The snow-covered streets were deserted.
Under the warm yellow light, two figures walked side by side, one tall and the other slender.
…………
Silent all night.
Meng Ran was bothered by four awful people all night again.
I slept until noon the next day before getting up.
And it wasn't even a natural wake-up.
I was woken up by a phone call from Martin.
"I've told Theron what you said about the environmental stars, and she's very interested. However, she doesn't quite trust your association's capabilities."
Trust is built up gradually through cooperation.
Meng Ran sat on the bed, holding her phone in one hand and propping her head up with the other, her eyes still closed.
Clearly, he hadn't had enough sleep.
"That being said, the main issue is that your association doesn't have any relevant cases before, and you're focusing more on collective action."
"That's perfect; she'll be the first case."
"I certainly believe in your abilities, but you'll have to find a way to convince her."
After saying that, Martin added, "Although I hate to say this, if Theron intends to breach the contract and not donate to your association, there's nothing you can do about it."
"Are you threatening me?" Meng Ran finally came to her senses.
There really is no way.
There was something wrong when the two of them signed the contract.
The association is unlikely to sue Martin over this matter, and it will most likely end without any resolution.
"No, I'm just reminding you that Theron is a very self-centered person, and she really might break her promise."
Without waiting for a reply, he continued, "I certainly don't want to breach the contract, because that would mean losing my profits. Anyway, I'll take her to the association to see you tomorrow afternoon."
"Okay~~~" Meng Ran forced himself to think for a while before agreeing with a drawn-out tone.
"You absolutely must remember what we discussed at the bar yesterday! Dress up nicely tomorrow, go for an old-money style, she likes that kind of look."
"I know what I'm doing, that's all for now." Meng Ran hung up the phone.
I calmed myself down a bit.
Meng Ran got up and sat down at his desk, opened his old black Thinkpad laptop, and began to refine the plan.
On the other side...
Clarissa was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling.
She rolled over again, changing from lying down to prone, her pert buttocks and slender waist creating a beautiful arc.
"How can we bypass those suppliers and give the business to Bane?"
She thought about this problem all night yesterday, and as soon as she woke up today, she started thinking about it again.
Time passed slowly as I pondered...
Monday, 2:30 p.m.
A dark red Porsche Cayenne drives through the streets of Detroit.
Martin gripped the steering wheel.
I would adjust my collar every now and then to cover the new wounds from last night.
In the back seat of the car, a brown-haired woman wearing sunglasses was gazing out the window in a daze—it was Charlize Theron.
Both being from wealthy families, Theron looks very affluent.
She wore a short fur coat on her upper body, and adorned herself with expensive jewelry on her neck, ears, and hands.
While Clarissa usually dresses exquisitely and meticulously, she is more low-key and reserved.
Another point.
If it were Clarissa, she would never sit in the back like Theron. Because that would make the driver look like a chauffeur, not a boyfriend.
However, Martin didn't seem to care.
He looked at the sunlight shining through the snow and said ingratiatingly, "It's been snowing in Detroit for the past few days, and I haven't been able to leave my hotel. But today, with your arrival, the sun has finally come out."
Theron, who had been staring blankly out the window, turned around and scoffed, "You haven't even left the hotel?"
"..." Martin coughed lightly to cover his embarrassment.
"I heard from that guy named Conrad that the association's executive director, Clarissa, is very beautiful. You'd better not donate because of her."
Martin's hands gripping the steering wheel showed a slow, bulging vein.
He was truly fed up with this kind of questioning and this kind of life.
At this moment, Meng Ran's image appeared in his mind.
If someone really has to donate money because they like someone, then the person they like must be that damned Bane!
Do not……
He was the clever Bane.
Thinking of this, he glanced at Theron through the rearview mirror.
She began to pray that Meng Ran would be reliable so that she could successfully escape.