Kong Zhuo didn't know that his demeanor was caught in the eyes of Jiang Hua, who was pretending to leave.

Jiang Hua just went over to say hello, it was intentional.

It's not that she wants to have a relationship with the Bao family. A rich and noble girl like Bao Yuqian has her eyes set above her head. It's too difficult to get resources from her despite her politeness on the surface.

Jiang Hua is a drunkard who doesn't care about drinking. His initial target is Kong Zhuo, the director of the textile factory.

So far, it seems to be working well.

"Huazi, what did you do in the past just now? Do you know that beauty like a star?"

Zhang Tiezhu was so excited that his whole body trembled.

In his eyes, Bao Yuqian was a goddess-level figure. Fa Xiao could actually talk to the goddess. She was so capable!

"Leave first and then talk."

Jiang Hua didn't say much and took Fa Xiao away.

Along the way, Zhang Tiezhu asked questions as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood.

He was so curious about Bao Yuqian that he felt that her dress, temperament, and demeanor were completely different from those of the women in the village.

"Okay, don't think about it, swan meat will always only exist in dreams."

Jiang Hua patted his little shoulder, his eyes pitiful.

Bao Yuqian's dress can make Zhang Tiezhu fall in love at first sight and be fascinated by her, but to him, that's all.

Even, in his eyes, Bao Yuqian's clothing matching was actually a bit outdated and rustic.

"You can take care of dinner yourself. I may come back later."

Jiang Hua took out five yuan from his pocket and asked Fa Xiao to find a place to eat.

In this day and age, you can find a restaurant for five yuan and have a good meal.

"Where are you going?"

Zhang Tiezhu asked curiously.

They came here to buy sewing machines, but they had no plans to stay overnight. Why would they have dinner here if they didn't go back before dark?

"Go do something."

After Jiang Hua finished speaking, he left Fa Xiao alone and told him to take good care of the newly purchased sewing machine.

He set the bait and waited for the fish to bite the hook.

Time flies, more than an hour has passed, and it is getting dark.

Jiangzhou Hotel is the best state-owned hotel in Jiangzhou and a time-honored brand.

"Ms. Bao, please contact me when you have time!"

Kong Zhuo stood on the steps and waved goodbye warmly.

Bao Yuqian sat in the black Santara and the car slowly left.

Looking at Santala going away, Kong Zhuo felt a little regretful. He had fought hard at the dinner table just now, but Bao Yuqian had made up his mind to go into the food industry.

Turning around to take his bag and leave, he saw a familiar figure coming out of the bathroom.

"This gentleman, what a coincidence."

Kong Zhuo's eyes lit up and he greeted warmly.

He didn't know Jiang Hua's name, but he knew that he was related to the Bao family and was most likely a son of a wealthy family.

"Who are you?"

Jiang Hua paused, doubts in his eyes.

In order to have a chance encounter just right, he entered the hotel an hour early, and his legs were almost numb from squatting in the bathroom.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Kong Zhuo, the director of Jiangzhou Textile Factory."

Kong Zhuo smiled and stretched out his hands, quietly looking at Jiang Hua.

The more I look at him, the more I feel that he has a calm temperament and a maturity that belies his age.

"Jianghua!"

Jiang Hua, neither humble nor arrogant, stretched out his hand and shook the other man's hand lightly.

"Mr. Jiang, are you eating here too?"

Kong Zhuo asked tentatively.

"To be precise, I'm preparing to eat."

Jiang Hua smiled.

Just by looking at Kong Zhuo's attitude, he knew that the fish had bitten the hook, and it was worth all the effort he put into putting on this scene.

He knew Kong Zhuo quite well.

In his previous life, before the textile factory fell into quagmire, Kong Zhuo jumped out of the state-owned enterprise circle and was transferred to the Municipal Light Industry Bureau.

He rose through the ranks and reached the position of deputy mayor before retiring.

But his colleagues in the textile factory were imprisoned for participating in the carving up of state-owned enterprises.

This is an old fox with keen eyesight.

"That's great. I just happen to come over for dinner, too?"

Kong Zhuo had obviously eaten just now, but he pretended not to.

"That's so embarrassing."

Jiang Hua was polite with his mouth but very honest with his body, and followed Kong Zhuo into the private room.

After sitting down, Kong Zhuo had been quietly observing Jiang Hua, wondering in his mind what his identity was.

As a person from later generations, the most luxurious hotel private rooms in Jiangzhou are just average in Jiang Hua's eyes.

He sat leisurely and leisurely, his expression was very leisurely, and he was not at all restrained.

This point fell in Kong Zhuo's eyes, but it deepened his judgment on the identity of a son of Jianghua's wealthy family.

"Mr. Jiang, are you familiar with Miss Bao?"

Kong Zhuo poured the other party a cup of tea and asked tentatively in a roundabout way.

"I'm not very familiar with you, but the two families have some friendship. What's wrong?"

Jiang Hua's tone was casual.

He was playing with the glass, with a cynical smile on his lips, as if he was a young man.

"Being able to have a relationship with the Bao family, the shipping king, must not be easy for Mr. Jiang's family, right?"

Kong Zhuo's expression perked up, and he vaguely felt that he had caught a big fish.

"The family is doing a small business, doing some crude oil business, and I am not allowed to mention the family name outside. After all, my identity is that I am an illegitimate child who cannot see the light of day."

Jiang Hua leaned lazily on the back of his chair and talked about the script he had written in advance.

In this age of underdeveloped information, it is still difficult to verify the authenticity of his cowhide.

"I'm sorry, but if you can do the crude oil business, that's not an ordinary big family."

Kong Zhuo was in awe.

As for the identity of Jiang Hua's illegitimate son, he believed it to be true, and in his mind, he made up a seventy-episode drama about the grudges of wealthy families.

Just at this time, the waiter took the dinner plate and started serving the food.

"The steamed foie gras here is a must-try. Mr. Jiang must try it."

Kong Zhuo said in a showy tone.

After confirming Jiang Hua's identity, he thought about how to use this relationship.

"etc."

Jiang Hua stared at the delicious foie gras on the plate for a moment, then stood up and walked out of the private room.

After a while, he walked into the private room carrying a bottle of red wine.

In the 1980s, red wine was a rare commodity and was used by hotels to entertain foreign guests.

For just such a bottle of wine, Jiang Hua spent more than one hundred yuan, which was equivalent to three months' salary of a state-owned enterprise worker. He gritted his teeth in heartache.

"Life should have a sense of ritual, and good foie gras must be tasted with red wine."

He placed a tall glass on the table, opened the red wine skillfully, and poured a glass for himself and Kong Zhuo in a ceremonial manner.

Then he asked the waiter for a knife and fork. He elegantly cut the foie gras into small pieces and put it into his mouth with the fork.

In later generations, this was a common way to eat Western food.

But in Kong Zhuo's eyes, it was full of freshness and felt full of style.

"As expected of a wealthy young man, he has learned a lot!"

At this moment, Kong Zhuo had no doubt about the identity of the illegitimate son of the wealthy Ganghwa family.

"Director Kong, actually, I have a small matter and I need your help."

Jiang Hua gently shook the red wine in the glass and saw the picture.

After so much preparation, it’s time to get to the point.
Chapter completed!