Two days later, Yang Ling walked out of the airport exit with her suitcase, and Qian Zhongyi and Sun Lin came to greet him in person.
"Brother Yang, you are finally here. All the flowers I have been waiting for for you have faded!"
When Qian Zhongyi saw Yang Ling, he felt as if he was seeing his biological father.
He also specifically ordered Sun Lin on the side to help Yang Ling catch the luggage.
Although Sun Lin felt very unhappy, he still obediently took Yang Ling's luggage in his hands.
"I'm so embarrassed to ask Manager Sun to help me carry my luggage."
Qian Zhongyi said nonchalantly: "It's okay. Lao Sun is idle anyway. Brother Yang, you've been tired from the journey. Get in the car quickly and I'll take you to a place to relax."
Qian Zhongyi said this and left Sun Lin behind. He put his arm around Yang Ling's shoulders and greeted Yang Ling very warmly.
"Brother Yang, how's business going these days? I read in the newspaper that it's not going well. If you have any trouble, tell me."
"If it doesn't work, come to our factory and work for me as the design supervisor. I'm planning to expand the factory. I'll leave the design of the new factory to you in the future."
Qian Zhongyi also thought about getting Yang Ling into the company.
Yang Ling just smiled and answered without saying a word, but he didn't really take it seriously.
This Xinkang Electronics is still a bit too small, so working for it is really nonsense.
"Brother Yang, you don't know. Thanks to you this time, our factory can still run the machines and start running. Otherwise, I would definitely be drinking from the northwest."
"It's nothing, we all benefit from each other," Yang Ling replied.
The three of them got into the car, Sun Lin sat alone in the passenger seat, and Qian Zhongyi insisted on pulling Yang Ling to sit in the back.
"You don't know, I'm really happy that you can come to Shenzhen City this time. I've been looking forward to you every day these days, and I didn't expect you to come here. Did the empress in the temple appear?
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Qian Zhongyi also joked.
"I just went to pay my respects a few days ago, and people are here today. So I thought if something happens in the future, I might as well give him some more money for incense in the temple. Maybe it will be really useful."
Yang Ling smiled and replied: "Then the abbot of the temple might want to thank me?"
"Hahaha, of course." Qian Zhongyi thought about it and said, "Next time I go to burn incense, in your name, Yang, I will donate a share of the incense money, which can be regarded as a good deed for you."
"Don't bother Mr. Qian with this kind of thing."
Qian Zhongyi said seriously: "Hey, what's the trouble? It's just a simple effort. That's it. I'll go back and have a talk with my wife. I'll go to his temple in two days and donate some money to you."
5,000 yuan for sesame oil."
The two were chatting and laughing in the back seat, but Sun Lin was left alone in the front and no one paid attention.
Sun Lin was sitting in the passenger seat, squinting and looking out the window, muttering something in his mind.
After a while, the car stopped downstairs of a large hotel.
The three of them got out of the car and took the elevator all the way to the 8th floor.
Under the guidance of the waiter, the three of them arrived at a private room called Fulai.
"Brother Yang, this private room is very lucky. I always come here when I have any big business, and the results are very good."
Yang Lin didn't expect that Qian Zhongyi was still such a superstitious person. He burned incense and worshiped Buddha and talked about Feng Shui.
"Let's just say that I have been able to go smoothly over the years to where I am today. I have made a lot of contributions to this place. I rarely tell people that unless they are particularly important customers, they are qualified to come here."
Yang Ling was flattered and replied: "Mr. Yang praises me too much."
"There's nothing flattering about this. We are brothers now!"
Qian Zhongyi said and patted Yang Ling's back hard, which was called intimacy.
"Waiter, please call someone in."
Qian Zhongyi shouted outside, and not long after, the door of the private room was pushed open, and a group of beauties in colorful costumes, twirling their enchanting figures, came to Yang Ling's side with smiles on their face.
Several waiters came in with several bottles of Maotai liquor in their arms, placed the bottles of Maotai liquor on the table, and then withdrew.
The beauties who came in seemed to know who was the protagonist today, and they all gathered around Yang Ling, laughing and teasing her.
"Oh, why is there such a handsome little guy?"
"He's so handsome, he's going to have two more drinks later."
"Boss, you are so young and don't know if you are married or not. Do you think our sisters still have a chance?"
Qian Zhongyi looked at the group of women with a smile and waved to them all to sit down.
"You are just standing there, why don't you sit down quickly? You have to serve Mr. Yang tonight. If you can't get these 5 bottles of wine, then your tip for today will definitely be gone."
"Oh, money is always your fault!"
"There are so many 5 bottles of wine, how can we sisters finish them all? If Mr. Yang can drink one or two bottles by himself, then maybe he can finish them all."
Those beauties were chattering and laughing, and they were very skillful in opening the Maotai. As soon as the dish came in, the Maotai was already filled with cups.
A rather petite beauty was sitting next to Yang Ling. She enthusiastically picked up a piece of plain chicken and put it into Yang Ling's mouth.
Yang Ling had quick eyesight and quick hands. He picked up the bowl with chopsticks and took the piece of meat into the bowl. He smiled at the woman and said, "Miss, I still prefer to eat by myself."
The beautiful woman glanced at Yang Ling angrily and said delicately: "Mr. Yang, do you think my chopsticks are dirty?"
"Beauty, don't get me wrong, I didn't mean it, it's just a personal habit."
"Mr. Yang, what do you do for a living? How old are you this year? It seems that you are able to be the boss at such a young age. It is really impressive! Your family must be very rich."
The beauties nearby all came up to chat with Yang Ling.
Qian Zhongyi answered helpfully: "Then you are mistaken. Mr. Yang started from scratch. The previous generation didn't leave much money and owed a lot of debt."
"Mr. Yang relied on his own ability and got to where he is today step by step. This is what we call a real man, and this is what we call a real entrepreneur!"
Qian Zhongyi said and took the lead in applauding Yang Ling.
The women chattered, laughed, and clapped, and a glass of wine was put to Yang Ling's mouth.
"Mr. Yang is so good at business, so he must drink a lot. Let's drink this one first."
On the other side, another beautiful woman came over with a glass of wine.
"Mr. Yang, why don't you drink my sister's wine and not drink my cup? That would make me very sad!"