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Chapter 90

Speaking skills

Author: Digging wild vegetables

Speaking skills

The artificial river flows slowly around the entire manor, and there is a small wooden bridge on the river, leading directly to the small spire house in front of you. Most of the flowers around the small house are not precious varieties, but they are also carefully cared for in the greenhouse, and colorful flowers are crowded. There is something interesting about being in one place and complementing each other.

The graceful and luxurious woman hugged the arm of her husband beside her, walked slowly onto the single bridge, and whispered to her husband sideways. The distance was a little further, so she couldn't hear it clearly.

"Mr. Zhang! Mr. Zhang!"

After hearing the sound, the two of them subconsciously looked back and saw a middle-aged man with a somewhat eager face trotting towards here with some beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Mr. Zhang! It's been such a long time no see." Shen Baicheng gasped, covering his lower abdomen with his hands to greet the man in front of him.

The two of them looked at the person in front of them, but they really couldn't figure out who this person was. When they saw the special invitation in the person's hand, they put on a decent smile and nodded lightly in response. Shen Baicheng.

"I want to talk to you about the project in Yong'an City next year." Shen Baicheng's face was filled with joy, and he directly talked about his general idea regardless of the occasion.

The single bridge was not spacious and only allowed three people to pass side by side at most. Shen Baicheng casually walked there and stopped, and the three of them blocked the bridge tightly.

Mr. Zhang frowned slightly. It would be too rude to just talk about business directly here without mentioning the project in Yong'an City.

How could a special invitation be sent to such a person?

He turned his attention to the lady beside him, both of whom looked confused and disapproving.

"It's rare to come to Mr. Chen's manor to see the world. My wife and I both want to relax and don't want to talk about business anymore." After some consideration, Mr. Zhang declined.

After Shen Baicheng heard Chen Yiqian's name, he couldn't help but feel a little proud. He revealed casually: "Haha, my daughter just married Mr. Chen not long ago, and this is the first time I have seen this small manor."

Mr. Zhang and his wife exchanged glances, and most of them had some thoughts in mind.

I heard that Mr. Chen was very fond of his wife, but I didn't expect that her father-in-law could be so virtuous.

For the sake of Chen Yiqian's sake, Mr. Zhang did not hesitate to say anything, and still responded politely: "You are so lucky to have given birth to such a good daughter."

Then the two of them didn't want to say goodbye to Shen Baicheng anymore, so they hurriedly said goodbye and entered the manor.

The interior of the manor is not extremely luxurious, but the roads are a bit complicated. If there are no signposts along the road, it is really possible to get lost inside.

As the two of them walked forward, they saw various media hurriedly arriving. They heard that they were going to conduct a simple interview with Qianzhou's new project.

The organizer of this banquet was standing among a group of media, briefly introducing the project outline and future development prospects. When the two approached, the interview was basically coming to an end.

"Since the launch of the new project, friends from the media have paid increasing attention to Qianzhou. On behalf of Qianzhou, I would like to express my gratitude to everyone, and then invite you to the manor as a guest to participate in today's banquet."

Chen Yiqian's words were thorough and concise, and he took advantage of the situation to keep several media inside the manor.

"Yiqian, have you finished the interview?" Shen Yao slowly walked out from behind and stood beside Chen Yiqian with a smile on her face.
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