After their pinky promise, Lin Jiang stood up and stretched a little.
"I've got a job for you right now."
"What kind of job?"
Chen Jingxian sized up Lin Jiang, asking tentatively, "You aren't going to take me to buy high heels and black stockings, are you?"
"Hey... that's not a bad idea. Let's go now."
"Oh, stop messing around." Chen Jingxian was a little flustered by his teasing.
"So what is it, really?"
"Remember that investment I mentioned a few days ago? We can get started now. I'll send you the account details in a moment. Help me transfer the money over."
"No problem."
Lin Jiang nodded and glanced at his watch. "It's getting late. Let's have dinner together tonight."
"I can't today. I have to go to my parents' place tonight."
"Alright. I don't have anything else going on, so I'll give you a ride back."
"In that case, as your financial officer and secretary, I won't stand on ceremony with President Lin."
