Capítulo 609: Chapter 609: An Indescribable Scene in the President’s Car
“I need to earn much more money,” Tang Li added.
Her bold statent was t with a silent smile from Mr. Song.
Tang Li felt underestimated and couldn’t help saying, “I also have savings now. After filming ‘Phoenix Concubine,’ excluding the part taken by the company, I have over five million in my bank account.”
Hearing her pride, Song Baiyan graciously asked, “What do you plan to do with that money?”
“Buy a house.”
Tang Li shared her long-thought plan, “I want to buy an apartnt in the Capital. I’ve been checking out properties online these days; with five million, I can buy a two-bedroom apartnt of about 80 square ters.”
“When I earn more money, I’ll switch to a bigger apartnt. As for the 80 square ters one, I could rent it out,” Tang Li continued. “When I own more properties, I can live off the rental inco. I’ve roughly calculated that if I have four apartnts in the Capital and rent out three of them, with good locations, I could make about 30,000 a month, which conservatively estimates to 350,000 a year.”
No sooner had she finished speaking than Mr. Song praised, “You’re good at managing life.”
In front of the forr Finance Minister, Tang Li felt awkward, showing off her tricks, and intentionally explained, “For , buying real estate is the easiest investnt. My high school political science teacher ntioned that real estate can hedge against inflation and is the best safe haven for asset preservation.”
Then, she turned her gaze to the man beside her, “Or… can you recomnd so stocks for to buy?”
Ji Ming in the passenger seat: “…”
Song Baiyan smiled, gently caressing the back of her hand with his thumb, “Having a job that makes you happier and more fulfilled isn’t a bad thing, but when it cos to making money for the household, n should still be relied upon.”
“That’s gender discrimination,” Tang Li remarked. “In your campaign speech, you clearly advocated for equal pay for n and won. Turns out it was all false.”
Mr. Song: “…”
Arriving at the hotel where Song Baiyan had previously stayed, Tang Li followed him into the VIP elevator, which Ji Ming accessed with a card, heading directly to the presidential suite on the top floor.
While Song Baiyan was changing his clothes, Tang Li sat on the sofa.
The corridor on the top floor was manned by bodyguards responsible for security.
This entire floor had been booked.
Even as Tang Li sat inside the suite, she could feel the silence outside.
Song Baiyan, dressed formally in trousers and a white shirt, and holding a suit jacket, erged from the main bedroom, and Ji Ming imdiately stepped forward to take the jacket. Soon, hotel staff brought lunch prepared for Tang Li, and after instructing Tang Li, Song Baiyan left the suite to go out.
Tang Li learned from Ji Ming that Song Baiyan had to visit the grassroots in the afternoon and would only return to the Capital later at night.
Ji Ming also realized that Mr. Song intended to take Miss Tang back with him.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have brought her to the hotel.
Later that evening, at around 6 p.m., wearing a mask, Tang Li sat in her “dream” presidential vehicle in the hotel’s underground parking garage.
Once in the car, she imdiately pulled the window curtain closed.
Then she pulled down her mask slightly.
Tang Li chose a seat facing Song Baiyan, broke the silence and asked, “Is it really alright for to sit in this car?”
As she spoke, she tapped her fingers on the armrest repeatedly, “If it affects you, I can squeeze in with the other bodyguards.”
Tang Li’s face was filled with curiosity while Song Baiyan’s gaze upon her was warm, containing hints of amusent, “Not afraid of sudden stops while sitting there?”
“Isn’t your driver a Special Agent from the Special Service Bureau?” Tang Li, with a ‘you can’t fool ’ expression, responded, “I’ve read in the news that the drivers for the presidential vehicle are professionally trained with top-notch psychological strength.”
Before she finished speaking, the stretch Cadillac suddenly braked.
Tang Li, flung forward by inertia: “…”
Ji Ming, sitting in the front, turned, looking through the rising and lowering glass partition at the girl laying between Mr. Song’s legs, felt the shadow in his heart… expanding.
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