Zhang Lang's shout came from behind: "But, come in with the food!"
A fragile, almost transparent smile quietly rose from her mouth, but she was so haggard that she couldn't even bear the air. Top of the novel rankings
Alang, you must live a good life!
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Sunset and sunrise, time is like an arrow, and in a blink of an eye, several months have passed.[
Tian Mafan lived his life in a daze all day long like a soulless body.
From that day on, the world lost its color in her eyes and was covered in gray.
Life is a dark cloud to her, which makes her breathless.
The company at home has also had frequent problems recently, either business problems or financial problems.
The family was so worried that they had many difficulties.
Finally one day, Ou Ziyao came and brought a document.
"Mafan, this is the document of our acquisition of your company, you can take a look."
Acquisition? Tian Mafan was surprised.
She quickly picked up the document, and the blood on her face faded away.
It says a strange company, but the legal representative is Zhang Lang.
The company is the hard work of my father for most of his life, and he hopes that the company can continue to develop in the hands of her brother and sister.
But now he is facing the situation of being acquired, and the acquirer is Zhang Lang.
She stood up, threw the documents on the table, and said firmly: "We will not agree to your acquisition."
Ou Ziyao smiled faintly, "I'm afraid you can't help but agree."
"You've done your tricks?"
Ou Ziyao didn't say anything, but the answer was already written on his face.
"It turns out that there are so many problems in our company, all of which were planned by you."
Ou Ziyao crossed his hands and nodded with a smile.
Tian Mafan's face turned pale and he said blankly: "How can you be so despicable?"[
"You go and ask Alang."
His name drifted into her ears, like a knife cutting it into her heart, and it hurt a lot.
She closed her eyes and said softly for a moment: "Please come back first, we will discuss everything a little later."
Yuanjie Group.
Tian Mafan walked into Zhang Lang's office in anger and depression.
Zhang Lang was sitting in an office chair, with his back facing her, looking quietly at the view outside the window facing the floor-to-ceiling glass.
"Zhang Lang." Tian Mafan tried his best to suppress his emotions.
He seemed to have not heard of it, his back was very quiet, and he still looked out the window motionlessly.
"Please call me Mr. Zhang or Mr. Zhang." His quiet and distant voice floated in the quiet office, with endless coldness.
Hearing his voice again, a severe pain suddenly surged in her heart, an indescribable pain, which made her unable to breathe.
She suppressed the pain in her heart, closed her lips, and spoke politely: "Mr. Zhang, I have any questions and I want to ask you."
"Say." The sound was as light as boiling water.
"Why should I acquire my company?"
Zhang Lang still didn't look back at her and said lightly: "This world has always been the prey of the weak."
"But, we are a clothing company and have no meaning to you at all."
“No one stipulates that we cannot develop other industries.”
"We are just a company with sesame and mung beans. Compared with your group, this value is simply a drop in the bucket."
Zhang Lang smiled and spoke sarcastically: "I never thought of using it to create value. I just want to use it as a prettier regulator of life."