Feng Lina herself hadn’t arrived yet, but Zhang Yu was already run off her feet, since this ti Feng Lina was coming to settle down in Harbor City for good, and obviously she needed a place to live.
According to Feng Lina’s request, Zhang Yu rented a three-bedroom apartnt in this very building: one bedroom to live in, one as a study, and one as a walk-in closet.
As for cleaning the place, Feng Lina said she could handle it all by herself, on the grounds that since it was just her living there it wouldn’t get that dirty, and doing housework helped her decompress.
When Zhang Yu heard that, she was completely stunned. Housework as stress relief? She just could not wrap her head around it—really couldn’t—but even if she didn’t get it, she respected it.
As soon as the lease was signed, she got busy receiving all the luggage that Feng Lina was mailing over. In Feng Lina’s words, since she was moving to Harbor City to live, all the stuff over in Arica—like clothes, bags, and books—had to be packed and shipped here.
As for the place over there, after thinking it over again and again, she simply put it up for rent, on the grounds that more and more Chinese were going there now, and she was optimistic that housing prices would go up later.
Zhang Yu could only be grateful that she hadn’t taken on any new cases recently, or she’d really have broken down. Who could keep their emotions steady when facing several new boxes at the door every now and then?
She’d complained before that the original Zhang Yu really could shop; she’d bought so many things. Luckily she’d used the last move as an excuse to get rid of a lot of stuff. Otherwise, just imagining having to pack that mountain of things, then unpack it all again here in Harbor City, was enough to make her feel on the verge of collapse.
In the end, packing her own luggage hadn’t been that hard, but helping Feng Lina sort and pack her stuff nearly worked her to death.
If she hadn’t been the one who personally poached Feng Lina, she really would’ve kicked this person out in a heartbeat.
In the end she made up her mind and spent a lot of money hiring a maid and Xiao Xuan. The maid got one day off on weekends, but Zhang Yu directly offered triple pay for her—paid in cash, of course.
As for Xiao Xuan, the kid got paid too, based on how much work he did.
When Xie Zhen ca to Harbor City on a business trip, he of course didn’t forget to drop in on her. The first thing out of his mouth was, "Feng Lina resigned from her job. You two are close."
The real reason Xie Zhen ca to Harbor City this ti was that he wanted to poach soone; he actually didn’t have to co in person, but he felt that if you’re trying to poach talent, you should at least show so sincerity.
When Zhang Yu saw him, her first reaction was that he was here to poach her again. Every ti they talked on the phone he’d bring it up; she really didn’t know if he was just that persistent about wanting her to co help, or if it had just beco a habit.
She hadn’t expected that the first thing out of his mouth this ti would actually be to ask about Feng Lina. "You’re trying to poach her," she said.
Xie Zhen grinned and nodded. "I knew you were smart. I open my mouth and you already know what I’m after."
"If this works out, I’ll give you a big red envelope." If he wanted her to agree to help, money was the only way to pave the road, and Xie Zhen understood that much.
A big red envelope? The mont Zhang Yu heard there was money involved, her eyes lit up, but quickly dimd again.
What’s going on? Xie Zhen didn’t quite get it. She’d been in a pretty good mood just a second ago, and he’d been thinking he might actually complete his mission this ti, so what was with the sudden change in expression? What happened?
"Don’t tell she already has another offer?" Xie Zhen asked cautiously. "Makes sense, I was being stupid. How could I not have thought of that? She’s that capable, doing just fine at her current job—how could she suddenly resign out of nowhere?"
"Soone definitely poached her." Otherwise why give up such a bright future to quit?
"Can you at least tell which company she’s going to?" In fact, what he really wanted to ask was whether she knew how much the other side was offering. If he could, he was absolutely prepared to put an even higher number on the table.
It was just that salary was a sensitive topic; even though the two of them were close, Xie Zhen figured there wasn’t a high chance Zhang Yu would know the details.
"There is no company." Once Feng Lina arrived in Harbor City, all of that would co out anyway; there was no need to keep it secret.
No company? Xie Zhen frowned, then relaxed. "So she just up and quit without a new job lined up."
"That’s great; then she can co work for . Oh, right, you can talk to her for . If it helps, I can even fly to New York." He didn’t know why she’d resign without lining sothing up first, but to him that was good news—it ant he still had a chance to fight for her.
Watching him so pleased with himself, Zhang Yu took a deep breath. "It’s not that she doesn’t have a new place; it’s that there’s no ’company’ involved. She’s going to partner up with ."
What? Xie Zhen stared at her blankly. "What did you say? You’re saying Feng Lina is going into business with you?"
"What are you two even going to do?" Xie Zhen was completely confused. "You’re planning to set up a small investnt bank?"
That did make so sense. One of them had been working in an investnt bank in China and understood dostic policies, plus they had so contacts thanks to Professor Ge and their past reputation. It wouldn’t be shocking at all if they wanted to start a small investnt bank.
As for Feng Lina, she’d worked at a large investnt bank overseas and knew a thing or two about how things operated. The two of them teaming up to start a boutique investnt bank wouldn’t surprise anyone.
Still, they were a bit young. "How did you end up thinking about starting an investnt bank? It’s not that I doubt your abilities, but a lot of people who do well at big firms think they’ve got the network and the experience, so they strike out on their own, open their own shop, figuring they can make more money."
"But so of those contacts don’t actually belong to them; they co from the company." Xie Zhen knew better than to say sothing like, ’You two just don’t have what it takes, you can’t pull off starting an investnt bank.’ That kind of buzzkill was a good way to get yourself punched.
But that was fine. He could use facts to show them that starting an investnt bank—even a small one—was difficult, and all that.
"I have no intention of starting an investnt bank. We just want to open a consulting firm. For example, we can advise on dostic and Europe and Arica listings, and on financial issues—we can cover all of that." Zhang Yu briefly outlined the kind of work they’d be doing.
Huh? Xie Zhen looked at her in disbelief. "You’re just going to start a consulting firm? Not an investnt bank?"
Never mind that he’d just talked about how many hotshots from big firms set up their own investnt companies and got beaten back again and again; when he heard Zhang Yu say they weren’t starting an investnt bank, he really was surprised.
"Consulting firms don’t make as much as investnt banks," Xie Zhen added.
Seeing him harp again on how consulting didn’t make that much, Zhang Yu chuckled. "Xie Zhen, I really don’t know what’s going on in your head."
"You were just saying that starting an investnt bank requires a cool head and you can’t be impulsive, and then look at what you’re doing now."
"We’re not refusing to start an investnt bank because we lack confidence in ourselves; we just don’t want to work ourselves to death."
"Compared to money, Jiankang really is more important."
"We just want things to be a bit easier, not so exhausting."
"And money is sothing that just needs to be enough; there’s really no need to suffer that much for it."
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