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[CN] Victor’s Investment Date (Eng Translation)

⌚Warning⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 投资之约, that is yet to be released in the global server! ♡

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✧ [PART 1] ✧

In contrast to the bustling daytime, Paris is embellished with a different appearance as the night descends. A short distance from the French window, we can also see the Eiffel Tower outside, adorned with its flowing lights.

I sit on the large cozy bed in the hotel and browse through the contract in my hands.

The purpose of this business trip was to enter into a long-term partnership with Prisme Inc., the first giant of French audio-visual companies.

As the largest shareholder of [MC’s Company Name], Victor also participated in the meetings.

Victor: This is already the third time you’ve giggled looking at this file tonight.

The mattress next to me sinks as that familiar temperature leans over.

MC: This is, after all, the most significant affirmation of my and the entire team’s hard work.

Victor glances at the official seals of [MC’s Company Name] and Prisme Inc., laid side-by-side, a smile stealing across the corners of his lips.

The number of Film and TV companies that have been able to collaborate with Prisme Inc. back in China can be counted on one’s fingers.

However, I also know that one of the key reasons they chose [MC’s Company Name] is because we have the strong backing of LFG.

MC: Thank you, CEO Victor, for coming to support me.

Victor: There’s no need to thank me. You are the one who worked night and day to perfect the proposal; the credit is all yours.

He looks into my eyes, his gaze exuding completely undisguised praise.

MC: It’s a pity, though. I heard that the famous investor Mr. Moyes is also one of Prisme’s shareholders.

MC: I thought I would have the opportunity to see him today.

This elderly gentleman is at the top of the list of the world’s wealthiest people.

While the financial crisis broke down many companies a few decades ago, he purchased and held his shares, acquired and merged companies at a steady pace. Within a few years, he became a prominent, influential entrepreneur.

Victor: Since the long-term collaboration has already been agreed upon, perhaps there will be opportunities to see him in the future.

MC: You’re right~

I carefully put away the contract files and lean in closer to his face, grinning.

MC: Now, CEO Victor, can you tell me what you have in store for us next?

MC: You asked me to prepare for a seven-day itinerary, and it’s only been three days.

Victor: Doesn’t a certain someone like surprises and mysticisms the most? The rest of the itinerary will be disclosed tomorrow.

This statement immediately sparks my curiosity.

MC: Let me make some deductions –– yesterday I saw you browsing on your phone for train tickets to Lyon.

MC: On this business trip, you’ve also brought a set of formal attires…

I can’t make out any clues from Victor’s placid, unperturbed face. Just at this moment, the screen of his phone suddenly lights up.

I instantly catch a glimpse of the word “Lyon” in the email notification bar. Eagle-eyed and agile-handed, I fling him into the soft bedding and seize his phone.

He doesn’t get annoyed and simply raises his eyebrows slightly.

Victor: So this is your style of “deduction.”

MC: As long as it gives the result!

Proud of myself, I smile at him and swipe open the email smoothly.

MC: “Dear Mr. Victor, we welcome you and your companion to participate in the four-day Moyes’ Economics Lecture Series starting tomorrow… ”

MC: Mr. Moyes’ lecture series?!

I nearly hop up and down with joy when he sighs and jerks away the phone in my hand. With his other hand wrapped around my waist, he rolls over, making me sink beneath the coverlet as well.

Victor: I knew you’d definitely make a din when you see it.

Victor: Sleep. I don’t want to catch the train tomorrow morning with a dummy still latching on to me to catch up on sleep.

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✧ [PART 2] ✧

The next day we take an early train to Lyon.

The lecture series is being held in a hotel. After putting our luggage away, Victor and I walk into the conference room that the hotel has prepared for the lecture.

After sitting down in my seat side-by-side with Victor, I survey the doorway, my back straight as a ramrod.

Victor: Don’t be so nervous.

Victor: I have listened to Mr. Moyes’ lectures before. The atmosphere was very relaxed.

Before I can ask anything in detail, the din of conversation gradually quietens down–– an elderly gentleman walks up to the front of the stage at a steady pace.

Even though time has left subtle ravines on his face, his smile filled with vigor makes him appear much younger.

Moyes: I’m very delighted to meet all of you here. I hope you all enjoy the rest of the time.

Moyes: Before we officially start discussing investments, I’d like to talk to everyone about something first that can easily influence investments –– “emotions.”

Moyes: If, at this very moment, you think of an existence that stirs up your emotions, that’s very good. Please write it down.

The ballpoint pen at my fingertips twirls as those fragments of everyday happiness and frustration naturally stream into my mind in a torrent.

When I return to my senses, the six letters “Victor” have already been written on the blank paper.

Reminiscent of a drop of dew falling into the lake of my heart, it sends out ripples in circles. I turn my head, trying to peep at what the owner of this name has written.

But the notebook in front of him seems to have already been turned over, and what greets me is a brand new blank page.

Victor turns his head slightly to the side, pressing his bent fingers against my head that is halfway there in an attempt for a peek.

I point to the big six letters “Victor” in my notebook and raise my eyebrows as a hint for him to “share intelligence.”

His gaze hangs low as he looks at those six letters, the wisp of a smile flowing through his eyes.

Moyes, on the podium, claps his hands at this moment.

Moyes: So next, everyone, please bear in mind the answer you have written down––

Moyes: And be sure to stay away from it when you’re thinking about investment-related issues.

MC: Eh?

Seeing the fraction of uncomprehending gazes, Moyes smiles.

Moyes: Some people may feel that a good frame of mind will make the decision-making smoother and more accurate.

Moyes: But, regardless of what kind of emotion it is, it will influence your judgment to a greater or lesser extent when thinking about investments.

Hearing this, I rub my nose and close my notebook with a bit of embarrassment.

A faintly discernible soft chuckle drifts from the side. I pout and poke him gently under the tabletop.

The person I poked doesn’t even arch an eyebrow. He turns his hand over and gently clasps my troublesome hand. His finger pad strokes along the seams between my fingers, and the slightly tickling sensation makes me unable to resist shrinking.

Though my eyes are still on the podium, my train of thoughts briefly wanders to our tightly interlaced hands.

But the expression on the instigating culprit’s face remains utterly rock steady as he looks intently at the PPT screen on the podium, as though the little foul plays underneath the table have nothing to do with him whatsoever.

Moyes: There is only one particular type of investment that requires a significant amount of emotional impact; because it has the potential to become the longest and the most important “investment” in your life.

Moyes changes the direction of the topic under discussion, looking over at Victor and me here with a smear of friendly teasing on his face.

Moyes: It’s the “love relationship.”

The temperature on my face ascends at a galloping speed as though I’ve been caught by the teacher doing little tricks in class.

Some chuckles of approval resound in the conference room, and some people shrug their shoulders indifferently.

Moyes: Those of you who wish to participate in this “investment,” I hope you guys will consider it carefully.

Moyes: The risks are very high. But of course, the returns will also be beyond the reach of any other investments.

My gaze involuntarily lands again on that name I’ve written down.

The hand under the table squeezes my palm – gently and solemnly.

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✧ [PART 3] ✧

After the lecture, Mr. Moyes leaves us with a little “game.”

He’s asked us to either work alone or in teams to complete a simulation project depending on the circumstances of our own company.

Carrying the late-night takeout snacks in my arms –– black truffle cheese fries and creamy egg crêpes –– Victor and I weave our way into the public lounge of the hotel.

A number of “classmates” who listened to the lecture have already gathered here. We find ourselves a seat by the window and put down the computer and takeout.

The instant I open the paper boxes, the tantalizing aroma of deep-fried food interweaving with the fragrant sweetness of the crêpes assaults my nostrils, making me unable to refrain from swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

Victor: It seems that the morning lecture on “staying away from the elements that influence one’s emotions” wasn’t all that efficacious for a certain someone.

MC: Creative thinking and thinking about investments are not the same! And good emotions and carbohydrates are just as important!

MC: Moreover, how can you stay up all night to “catch up on homework” without fine food?

I twirl a french fry between my fingers and hold it up to him with a smile.

MC: So, let’s “Cheers” to the task of our forthcoming partnership…

Halfway through my sentence, it suddenly occurs to me that perhaps someone here might have noticed Victor. This kind of childish behavior will affect his image, right?

Embarrassed, just as I’m about to retract my hand, the french fry in Victor’s hand has already gently touched mine.

Victor: To our happy partnership.

While enjoying the delicious food, we begin to make a mind map of the overall concept based on the direction of our investigation. At this moment, two of the “classmates” from the lecture come over.

Entrepreneur A: Aren’t you Mr. Victor of LFG?

Seeing Victor nodding his head, they look really delighted.

Entrepreneur B: We have a few small questions related to financing that we would like to share with you guys. I wonder if it’d be convenient for the two of you?

I look at Victor engrossingly, and when I see him returning my gaze, I gently close my eyes.

We encircle around a table and discuss the case regarding equity financing.

Entrepreneur A: One problem in my reasoning is that according to the national provisions, existing companies can only liquidate their equity in the secondary market after three years of being listed.

Victor: In that case, it may be worthwhile to include the existing company as a subsidiary of the new company in the listing.

Victor draws circles on the paper. Now he doesn’t have that oppressive aura he has around him when he sits in the conference room and listens to the reports, the comfortable casual wears adding a few extra layers of nonchalance to him.

Most of the late-night snacks I bought have been wiped out by the end of this enriching and intense discussion. I can’t help but yawn three times in a row with the feeling of a satisfied stomach.

Victor: How do you get tired after having your fill?

MC: All the blood heads towards the stomach for digestion…

The curves of the tip of Victor’s brows turn a little helpless as he snaps his laptop shut, then stands up.

MC: Where are you going?

Victor: To prepare something refreshing for a sleepy dummy.

Curious, I follow him all the way to the small bar outside the lounge before realizing that he is going to prepare coffee.

The mellow and rich fragrance evokes a thread of memories from not too long ago. A similar scenario seemed to have materialized back then too.

MC: Victor, do you still remember that competition you organized back then to analyze the failed acquisition of SE?

Victor: How can I forget? The fact that a certain someone used to work against the clock till night and liked to eat fried food – none of it has changed at all.

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[Tidbits]: They are talking about their “Evening Party Date” (already released in EN)~ :>

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MC: You were my “examiner” at that time. In comparison, have I improved since then?

The answer to me is –– a cup of finely made latte.

Victor: If you want to hear praise, just say it directly.

I take a light sip. The creamy notes laced with the faint fragrance of coffee nourish my taste buds.

MC: Thank you for the treat.

Each with a cup of coffee in our hands, Victor and I walk into the small terrace of the lounge.

The fragrance of leaves weaves into the night air, clearing my head quite a bit.

MC: Listening to the lecture with so many people and discussing the topics makes me feel like I’m truly back on campus.

Victor: And does that include being caught in the act by the teacher in class?

I give a wry grin.

MC: A few twists and turns on the way are what make the student life so vibrant. CEO Victor, haven’t you experienced the 20 must-do-things in your university life?

Victor: Such as?

MC: Such as – binge-watching a drama with your dormitory roommate after the lights are turned off, sneakily sitting in on a lecture you didn’t sign up for…

I tilt my head, recalling the things that were popular on university campus.

MC: And then there’s also the nights of nervousness and heart palpitations of going on a date with the person you like in a deserted part of the campus.

Before I’ve even finished speaking, I suddenly feel an intense gaze on me.

Victor: A certain someone’s school life was “rich” indeed.

Victor tosses me a rather indifferent glance. I realize that he’s misunderstood me and hasten to explain.

MC: I haven’t experienced the one I mentioned just now either!

Victor: [STILL SULKY LOL] Oh yeah?

I can’t discern either delight or anger from Victor’s voice. He simply rests one arm on the balcony in front of me. Though his action seems casual, it blocks all the ways of exit for me.

His body leans forward slightly, adding a layer of fervently scorching warmth to the coolness of the night.

Before I can muster the strength to say another word, the sound of laughter passes through the other end of the floor-to-ceiling curtains behind me.

Entrepreneur A: I think I saw CEO Victor here just now. How come he disappeared?

Entrepreneur B: Probably took advantage of the break and went out on a date?

When they are far away, I find that I’ve been holding my breath at some point. The man in front of me lowers his gaze as he looks at me, the bright moonlight haloing him with a silvery frosting.

Victor: [feigning sulkiness haha] What are you so nervous about?

MC: [sulking biiig time] I’m not like the Great CEO who doesn’t blush, or his heart doesn’t pound wildly no matter what happens.

A soft laugh disperses into the dim lights of the night, and my ears grow even hotter.

MC: …are we going back?

He slowly lowers his head, reducing the already nose-to-nose distance between us to zero. Our intertwined breathing dyes this unique night with an ambiguous hue.

Victor: [HIS VOOICEEE] There’s no rush. We still have time for a cup of coffee.

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✧ [PART 4] ✧

Four days have flown by in a flash. On the last day of the lecture series, we share the projects we’ve been working on over the past few days.

Amidst the applause, Moyes steps up on the stage to deliver the final summary.

Moyes: Thank you all for bringing your marvelous participation. I’ve benefitted from this too.

Moyes: I hope everyone will keep in mind – don’t fight for money as though your life depends on it, instead let money “work” for you.

A special cocktail party has been arranged at the end of the lecture for everyone to make friends and create networks.

After I’ve added quite a few people’s contact details, I sit on a stool on the side to rest and look at Victor, who is surrounded by people.

The black tuxedo outlines the body posture of his tall and straight figure in utter perfection, giving an elegant gentlemanly temperament to each one of his movements and gestures.

As half a glass of red wine travels down my throat, I feel my entire being warming up.

I watch as Victor grows larger and larger in my field of view and finally stops in front of me, my brain somewhat sluggish.

Victor: Tired?

I nod indolently, seeing him draw the wine glass out of my hand and take my hand in his in one smooth motion.

Victor: Let’s go out and get you sobered up.

Misty fine rain is drizzling outside. Victor borrows a long-handled umbrella from the hotel and gathers me to him under it.

I lean on Victor as we slowly walk on the white-stone ground that exudes the smell of history.

The grey sky stretches out infinitely into the distance, the world quiet and gentle.

MC: By the way, you mentioned that you came to listen to the lecture series last time. When was that?

Victor: Just shortly after founding LFG.

MC: So that’s... you still hadn’t graduated from university then?

Seeing his tacit green light, I imagine the Victor who had just receded from his childlike appearance and nature, and my eyes can’t help but crinkle into a smile.

MC: Did you all do projects after the lectures back then too?

MC: Did you also use to drink coffee in the middle of the night and watch the night scenery?

Victor: So many questions.

He tilts the umbrella a little more towards my side, patiently answering every question.

Victor: Laying out mini-games is a usual practice of Mr. Moyes’ lectures, though it was another topic the last time.

Victor: Drinking coffee and watching the night scenery was simply a way to rest, just like a certain someone likes to eat late-night snacks in the middle of the night while catching up on homework.

The delicious, deep fried late-night snacks and the hand-ground coffee seem to have surmounted the reaches of time, slowly entangling us together before we met.

I don’t know what suddenly has come to his mind, but a smile fixes itself on his lips.

Victor: There is one question which he asked the last time as well. It’s about the emotional elements that can influence your investment.

I tilt my head, locking eyes with Victor.

Victor: But last time, I didn’t write anything.

Victor: Several years have passed, and now many answers have been poured out on my blank paper.

In that pair of deep, incandescent eyes, I’m the one and only reflection. It causes me to be incapable of helping myself from taking another step closer to him.

MC: And, is that answer right in front of your eyes?

His soft gaze lands on the corners of my lips that I’m unable to stop from turning up to their ends. Victor doesn’t reply and just looks at me deeply.

Victor: I see the smile at the corners of your lips is about to fly.

MC: There is nothing more indomitable in this world than “being able to influence Victor.”

MC: But I’ll have to stay away from you when you’re thinking about investment-related matters in the future, lest CEO Victor makes a mistake in his work.

He tightens his arm around me as he draws me to himself, the glint of a certainty flashing in his eyes.

Victor: [the tease and the confidence asksdksdk] You can give it a try for yourself and see if you have that ability.

We walk up to an old-fashioned small train station. The sound of a train passing over the tracks drifts from not afar, accompanied by the sound of bells ringing coming from the Dome Bell Tower.

It’s as though this is a sign that the day is coming to an end.

As the feather-like drizzle gradually stops, the horizon reveals the color of a warm, deep rose-tinted sky.

I can’t help but slow down in my footsteps, wanting to make this time go even a little bit slower.

Victor turns his head and seems to sense my emotions.

Victor: Just wait here, and don’t run around.

The black view of his back soon disappears around the corner of the street. When he returns, he has a double train ticket clutched in his hand.

Victor: This train station has a sightseeing ride around the city, and this just happens to be the last one left right now.

Victor’s back is faced against the glow of sunset, the twilight increasing the tenderness around him a little more.

He gently clasps his black hat to his chest, like a gentleman walking out of an old silent film, and inviting his beloved woman to dance with the tender sentiments harbored in the depths of his heart.

Victor: [SCREEEAMSSS AND DIES] May I invite you to ride with me? Mademoiselle.

I lift the hem of my skirt slightly in response to the invitation, smiling as I take his hand.

MC: Of course.

His five fingers pass through the seams of mine, with a gentle yet irresistible strength.

MC: This doesn’t seem like a gentleman’s way of holding hands, does it?

Victor: [HIS VOICE. DIES 2.0] Before being a gentleman, I am a businessman.

Victor: [HIS VOICE. DIES 3.0] This is, after all, the one and only “investment” I want to invest in forever. I must hold on tight.

He lowers his head slightly. The glow of sunset ignites a blaze in those deep eyes, and it streams down our ten interlocked fingers, flowing into my heart that he has set on fire.

I gently sway our interlaced hands and wink at him.

MC: In that case, I’ll have to work harder to become your most worthwhile “investment.”

MC: However, Mr. Moyes also said that the return of this investment would be significant, and so risks would be just as high.

MC: Is CEO Victor not afraid of suffering loss? After all, I’m certain I will get a steady return and won’t suffer any loss from my investment.

Victor: [DIES 5.0] When have I ever been afraid of risk?

His raspy, deep and low voice is even more intoxicating than the red wine at the party. I stand lightly on my tiptoes, meeting the breath that is slowly approaching me.

Our elongated shadows gently overlap, blending together and immersing in the soft dusk.

Victor: [BLESS YOU WU LEI] I’ve been ready with all my patience and energy to carry it out since a long time ago.

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