Daily Intelligence System: Financial Independence

11:30 AM.

On He Jing’s queen-sized bed with pink sheets in Zhongbai Apartment.

The blush on He Jing’s delicate face lingered for a long time,

just like a lotus flower, ravaged by wild wind and rain, yet still tender and beautiful, bright and moving.

A few days ago, He Jing was still the picture of a pure and innocent young woman.

Now, she had a faint glow of a charming young lady.

After regaining some strength, He Jing propped herself up semi-upright with her hands on the bedboard and leaned towards Jiang Tao’s head, sweetly saying:

"Brother Tao, my father called earlier saying that he has subcontracted the Dragon City Garden factory construction project following your advice."

"He mentioned that he’s likely to earn about 600,000 from that project and plans to give you 500,000 once the funds are in."

The project He Jing referred to was the one earlier intelligence suggested had "bad feng shui" and would face numerous issues during construction.

Although it sounded a bit superstitious, Brother Tongzi’s intel was surely not without basis, suggesting some rationale.

Anyone who took on such a project would lose money, and naturally, Jiang Tao couldn’t bear seeing He Jing’s parents fall into this trap.

Although subcontracting meant less profit than doing it himself, a net gain of 600,000 was still respectable.

He Jing’s parents couldn’t earn that much even after a year of hard work.

"What’s the need to give it to me? Let your father keep it. Consider it our way of showing respect to the elders."

Jiang Tao gently patted He Jing’s smooth back, as he couldn’t care less about a mere 500,000 now.

From the start, he never planned to take a cut from He Jing’s father’s project.

"Hehe, let me thank Brother Tao on behalf of my father then~"

He Jing giggled silly, leaned forward, and planted a kiss on Jiang Tao’s lips.

This 500,000 wasn’t just about money; it was also a gesture of her man’s love for her.

Jiang Tao looked down at He Jing in his arms and directly brought up the subject:

"By the way, Jingjing, I plan to open a gym over in Pingchang District. I want you to be the general manager."

"Huh? Me? Can I do it?"

Upon hearing Jiang Tao’s words, He Jing was surprised and hesitantly pointed at herself.

Jiang Tao smiled and said, "Why not? You can play it by ear, and even if it goes south, it’s fine. I’ll back you up."

"But, Brother Tao, isn’t this a bit too much? Investing in a gym must cost a lot, right?"

Strictly speaking, He Jing hadn’t graduated yet and was still a university student.

At most, she had only done some social media work or hosted some small gigs like opening ceremonies.

Jiang Tao suddenly asking her to be a boss, she really wasn’t mentally prepared for this.

Jiang Tao laughed and said, "You don’t need to worry about the cost. This gym is just a practice project for you. Just focus on gaining experience."

"Brother Tao, I..."

He Jing’s beautiful bright eyes locked onto Jiang Tao’s.

She suddenly recalled the fleeting confusion in her mind since Jiang Tao left last night until he arrived this morning.

Ever since they confirmed their relationship, Jiang Tao had stopped her from doing any part-time jobs.

She could do social media at her leisure without worrying about making money anymore.

What would she do in the future?

She couldn’t just hang around Brother Tao, doing nothing but eating and playing, right?

Today, Brother Tao suddenly assigned her a task, maybe wanting her to have something to focus on?

Thinking of this, she swallowed back the words of refusal she had been about to say.

"If I mess it up, Brother Tao, you can’t be mad at me or abandon me."

Once determined, He Jing gazed at Jiang Tao with her tender, watery eyes, full of love for him.

"How could I ever abandon you? You’re my woman for life, He Jing."

Jiang Tao tightened his embrace around He Jing.

Their hearts pressed closely against each other, as He Jing’s eyes began to blur and her heartbeats quickened.

One hour later...

A slightly weakened He Jing was almost entirely leaning against Jiang Tao.

The two went downstairs together and got into the Mercedes G-Wagon.

As he got in, Jiang Tao directly instructed: "Old Jia, to Jinghua Pavilion."

"Okay, boss."

Jia Guolin responded promptly, started the car and drove in the direction of Jinghua Pavilion.

Along the way, He Jing bent over and whispered sweet nothings into Jiang Tao’s ear, occasionally letting out crystal-clear giggles.

From the driver’s seat, Jia Guolin was once again fed with a mouthful of dog food by his boss.

In less than half an hour, Jia Guolin parked the car near a parking lot close to Jinghua Pavilion.

Jiang Tao casually handed Jia Guolin a thousand for his lunch.

Then he, holding He Jing’s excited hand, walked towards the main building of Jinghua Pavilion.

Noontime sunlight filtered through the lush branches of ancient trees, casting dappled shadows on the tranquil hutong.

This alley, located in the heart of Beijing, appeared ordinary but exuded an air of serene aloofness that kept strangers at bay.

Deep within the alley, two weathered stone lions stood silently, guarding a vermilion gate.

Above the gate, a ebony plaque hung, inscribed with three vigorous characters—Jinghua Pavilion.

Here, there were no dazzling neon lights, no bustling signs.

Not even a doorman stood outside to welcome guests.

Everything silently proclaimed its exclusivity and high standards for entry.

Jinghua Pavilion, previously the residence of a powerful prince from the Qing Dynasty, had been transformed into a supremely private club restaurant.

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