Reborn with Consumption System-Chapter 488 - 227 Ah... Finally comfortable!_3

When Han Lie readily agreed, it wasn’t just that the secret plan was thrown into disarray; Old Wu and Su Xiao were also left reeling.

What left Old Wu reeling was that he had no bargaining chips.

What left Su Xiao reeling was his reluctance to part with the bargaining chips he held.

Huang Sanshi didn’t care much; he actually had business ideas, so he dared not entrust Han Lie with his limited capital. If he could just get a quota of 5,000,000, it would be enough for him at the moment.

The most infuriated was Second Sister Jin. She had finally orchestrated a situation, intending to tempt Han Lie with wealth and, separately, to seduce him with her charms, but then...

Well! She botched it completely!

Peng Hu and Han Lie were both out of her sphere of influence, showing her no deference as they blatantly went for a private offline chat.

Peng Hu’s influence in the cultural circle was firmer than the entire Jin Family combined; there was nothing she could do.

Han Lie didn’t mingle in cultural circles, and he was staunchly protected by heavyweights like Old Pan, Old Dou, Old Liu, and others, leaving her even more helpless.

Fuming to the point of almost exploding, Second Sister Jin dragged Guo Qingting into a small room and started berating her.

"What were you thinking? How could you not seize the opportunity with such a great guy?!"

The beauty shook her head with detachment. "Our age gap is too large. I don’t want to be played by a young boy for a few months for some money, only to slink back to Taiwan in disgrace."

Second Sister Jin was so exasperated she rolled her eyes.

"Some money? Han Lie’s starting offer is in the tens of millions. He spent 20,000,000 just to rent a presidential suite for himself, and you call that ’some money’?"

Guo Qingting was taken aback.

Second Sister Jin continued her tirade.

"’A young boy?’ Why does no one call him Young Master Han? It’s either President Han or Teacher Han. Look at the way he conducts himself, his speech, and his behavior. You call that a young boy?! How many young boys like that do you have in Taiwan? Does Chen Bolin count?!"

Guo Qingting remained silent in response.

The girl was very introverted and also ’stolid,’ meaning she wouldn’t confront you directly but would silently and stubbornly cling to her own ideas.

"Xi Shi, if you help me settle this, I’ll secure endorsements for you from Procter & Gamble, Shiseido, and Lao Fengxiang. Plus, all the benefits you get from him will be entirely yours. Isn’t that worth a little effort?

Think about it carefully. This is a golden opportunity; miss it, and it’s gone forever. Sis won’t steer you wrong..."

Second Sister Jin softened her tone, trying to persuade her further, but she still received no response and was utterly at a loss.

She dared not approach Zha Zha anymore. The foolish girl would get agitated like a spooked cat the moment she heard the word "help," her face practically screaming, "You’re insulting me!"

Old Cai’s take was: "You don’t need to urge her; she’ll take the initiative herself."

Then why don’t you make a move? Useless! Second Sister Jin cursed inwardly.

In fact, throughout the entire dinner, Zha Zha’s behavior consisted of this: she would glance at Han Lie, her eyes sparkling; then, as everyone else chatted happily, she would look back at Han Lie, her eyes sparkling again...

She was simply too much in awe of this youth, who was a year younger than her, yet she couldn’t find a way to join the conversation. So, she kept pouring him drinks and serving him food, her service incredibly attentive.

But the problem remained... Why don’t you at least talk to him! Flatter him! Drop some hints! Act coquettish with him! Are you trying to be the Snail Girl for me or something?!

When Second Sister Jin returned to the lounge, fuming, she turned to look at Zha Zha, and her vision instantly darkened.

Good heavens! There Zha Zha was, happily peeling pistachios! My word, she had peeled quite a lot—a small dish was almost entirely done. Then, she casually placed it on the coffee table in front of Han Lie’s seat and picked up another dish to continue peeling.

Second Sister Jin was utterly despondent, feeling as if she had reached the darkest moment of her life.

The agony and regret of entrusting a life-or-death mission to an idiot—can any of you even comprehend that? It’s okay if you don’t; Second Sister can explain. Han Lie was in the cigar room discussing serious business. After he came out, he would definitely chat with President Su again. It was debatable whether he would even return to his original seat. What on earth are you amusing yourself with, hey?!

Second Sister Jin stood at the doorway, closed her tired eyes, took several deep breaths, then strode over and plopped down beside Zha Zha.

To Zha Zha’s astonishment, Second Sister Jin grabbed a large handful of pistachio kernels, tossed them into her mouth one after another, and chewed ferociously with a grim expression.

Zha Zha pouted, feeling extremely wronged. But she didn’t dare say a word.

Second Sister Jin gave her a "kind" smile, revealing two rows of gleaming white teeth flecked with pistachio crumbs. "You want some too?"

No, no, no, I don’t want any! Zha Zha shrank back into the couch, her hands neatly folded on her lap, no longer performing her thankless task.

Second Sister Jin smiled, satisfied. Ah... I’ve been stifled all evening, and now I finally feel a bit better!

However, when Han Lie and Peng Hu both emerged from the cigar room, smiling, Second Sister Jin’s anger flared up all over again.

Hey, what kind of underhanded deal did you two cook up?!