"Dad, you just know how to be busy! When you used to work in the group, you just knew how to be busy. Now you are so tired that you are admitted to the hospital and you are urging us to be busy. With so much money, can you make it? If you lose your health
, what's the use of having so much money?" Nangong Aoyue retorted with a look of dissatisfaction upon hearing this.
"You kid, aren't I worried that you won't do well in the group in the future?" Nangong Xingwen sighed helplessly. Why would he want his daughter to bear such a heavy responsibility? He just gave birth to such a child.
My dear daughter, if she doesn’t inherit the family business, who else can she expect? Can she expect her cousins to put on airs? If the Nangong family falls into their hands, it will be over in a few years!
"Okay, you don't have to worry about this. Haven't you always wanted to get the cooperation quota for Zhuo Group's South China Sea oil project? Master Zhuo already agreed to it to us yesterday. Are you at ease now?" Nangong
Aoyue said helplessly.
"What? Are you telling the truth?" Nangong Xingwen immediately opened his eyes and asked in disbelief.
"Young Master Zhuo is right here, would I lie to you in front of him?" Nangong Aoyue asked in frustration.
Nangong Xingwen then remembered that Zhuo Yifan was still sitting aside, and looked at Zhuo Yifan with embarrassment again.
"Uncle, Aoyue is right. I have promised to give one of the quotas to your group. As long as your group agrees to the conditions for cooperation, then there will be no problem. No matter how powerful other groups are, I will not consider them.
.After all, the good news should not flow to outsiders!" Zhuo Yifan also nodded with a smile and said.
"My nephew, I... I really don't know what to say. The Nangong family owes you a big favor this time! Your quota for this project can help Ao Yue gain a foothold in the group. I will
There is no need to worry about whether she can take charge of the group in the future." Nangong Xingwen nodded with emotion, his expression not concealing the excitement deep in his heart.
"It's nothing. Since Aoyue and I are friends, I will help if I can!" Zhuo Yifan waved his hand disapprovingly.
When Nangong Xingwen heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up. He looked at Nangong Aoyue again, and suddenly seemed to think of something, and couldn't help but ask: "Master Zhuo, I seem to have heard Lao Li mention that you are married.
?”
"That's right! I just got married not long ago, why did my uncle ask me this?" Zhuo Yifan was stunned when he heard this, then nodded subconsciously and asked.
Nangong Aoyue seemed to have noticed Nangong Xingwen's intention, and suddenly said with a blushing face, "Dad, I'm warning you not to talk nonsense!"
"You kid. Dad just asked you casually, why did you react so bigly?" Nangong Xingwen curled his lips speechlessly, then smiled bitterly at Zhuo Yifan and said: "My nephew, to be honest with you, I am Aoyue.
This daughter. The previous one
I have always been worried about her fate. If my nephew was not married, I, Nangong Xingwen, would definitely let Aoyue chase you, this rich husband. It’s a pity, you are already famous. This is also our fault, Aoyue.
No luck!"
As soon as these words came out, not only Nangong Aoyue, but also Zhuo Yifan, who was so thick-skinned, couldn't help but blush. This Nangong Xingwen is really fierce. He actually wants to pimp himself in front of his daughter.