The intention was overturned and the contract was drastically changed, requiring the Wonu side to reduce the price of its products by 70%. In turn, the price of the oil produced by the Han family was increased by 50%.
This is obviously an attitude of tearing up the letter of intent.
The negotiator of Wonu New Wotie was angry: "Eight...eight." Seeing that the other party had already picked up the ashtray and raised it high, the New Wotie executive stammered.
"If you don't want to talk, just get out."
The person in charge of the steel plant preparatory team received a notice that he could either negotiate on this condition or not negotiate and pay an extra penny and pack his own bed and go to Tianshan to open up wasteland.
A small wind started blowing to conduct a comprehensive review of the cooperation with Wonu Island.
All cooperation prices start at 50% off. The reason is very simple. This is the price you sold Wonu Island to others. Why should we pay a high price?
Many people in charge of business negotiations have no idea why, but this is the requirement.
If you don’t want to talk, please change.
If we can't talk, let's go to Tianshan to open up wasteland.
The crude oil supplied to the Japanese slaves in Liaodong has doubled from the initial ten dollars per barrel to twenty dollars per barrel, and will continue to rise. In a word, do you like to buy the Japanese slaves?
.
One ton is seven and a half barrels.
This time the Japanese slaves were shocked.
That's it?
No.
Grete personally went to the Japanese slave island and took out the illegal records of goods sold by the Japanese slave factories in the gray line area.
He was obviously looking for trouble.
The first one is to focus on reviewing the New Japan Railway Company and review the old accounts from ten years ago.
In Cai Aia's eyes, the coordinating committee is just a small staff member.
And Gretel of the Coordination Committee is a small staff member among the small staff. He doesn't even know why. He only knows that Cai Aia asked him to go to Wonu Island to find trouble, so he must go.
Let’s talk about Ning Ren.
The weather was nice. After lunch, Ning Ren took Shama to see the land he had chosen to build a steel plant.
After arriving at the place, many people were already surveying the land. A group of foreigners were discussing there with drawings.
What's going on!
Ning Ren ran over there, and Shama followed suit.
"Please don't come near here, our Masik company is working." Several Ying family bodyguards blocked Ning Ren and Shama.
Ning Ren pointed at several staff members of the Han family over there and began to curse in Han family dialect.
Shama, however, was relatively calm. She showed her identity as a senior employee of Harufak Bank, walked over and chatted with several staff members of Yingjia Masik, then grabbed Ning Ren and walked back: "
Don't be angry, let's go."
Ning Ren's scolding was very unpleasant.
Back at the guest house where we were staying, the receptionist at Lingnan East looked apologetic: "We can't help it. This is a cooperation between Yingjia Masik Company and Yandu. We can only cooperate. Please be considerate. We
We guarantee that our cooperation with Yangcheng will give you the best discount.”
Ning Ren was so angry that he didn't speak.
It was Shama who was trying to persuade Ning Ren: "This matter can't be solved by just swearing. Now I need to know who is behind this. Let's go back to the island port."
"Yes." Ning Ren nodded heavily.
It's not that Shama doesn't want to curse, but she knows that this is the territory of the Han family and she has to endure it.
Because it won't do any good for her to get angry here.
On the contrary, there will be many disadvantages.
But when we return to the island port, things are different.
Two days later, Island Harbor.
Gretel had just returned from his impressive tour of Wonu Island. After finding out everything, Shama came directly to the door, grabbed the phone on Gretel's desk and smashed it.
With hundreds of thousands of referral commissions at stake, Sharma felt like the anger in his heart could turn him red.
"Grete, you shameless scum, you actually arranged for people to follow us, inquire about my whereabouts, and inquire about our investments."
Grete laughed in a low voice: "This is all serious business competition."
"Ning Ren, beat him, and any injuries will be mine." Shama encouraged Ning Ren to take action.
Ning Ren was hesitating. He felt that beating Gretel would not do him any good.
At this moment, Noland came in and handed Ning Ren a document bag: "A little care."
Ning Ren opened the document bag and took a look at a very lucrative refrigerator contract. Without a second of hesitation, he opened the door and went out, then closed the door.
Inside the house, Shama's roaring voice shook the door frame.
Grete was admonishing: "You only have a design production capacity of two million tons. We are talking about six million tons, plus a complete set of cold rolling and hot rolling production lines, so we will give you hundreds of millions of pounds of equipment. This is not
question."
"Asshole, why do you think we have to vote..." Shama stopped and stared into Noland's eyes: "You bastard."
Shama reacted.
The conversation between Ning Ren and her must have been eavesdropped by someone arranged by Noland.
A few minutes later, Shama came out, looked at Ning Ren and just sighed helplessly.
Ning Ren left with him.
Outside the building, Shama said: "Noland moved his office to Daogang. My boss told me to cooperate with Noland in a friendly manner, this bastard." After that, he looked at the documents Ning Ren was holding.
Bao: "You seem to have taken advantage of me a little bit."
Ning Ren: "A little bit."
After finishing speaking, Ning Ren said to Shama: "Go to my company another day and give a two-hour speech?"
Shama was not in a good mood at the moment. She knew that Ning Ren had benefited and planned to give her a share of the money. She shook her head and said, "It will take a while. I will accept your wishes. Let's do some serious business first and go back."
"Yes." Ning Ren didn't ask any further questions and followed Shama away.
Instead of going back to the bank's office, he went directly back to Shama's office in Shima Port Moi Liu.
Enter the house alone.
Shama looked at Ning Ren seriously: "Caai'a from the Ying family has stepped into the island port. Although it is said to be a cooperation, it is just a temporary office here. I just want to ask you, is there any way you can help?
I stepped on the Ying family instead."
"I, a newcomer, speak softly..."
As soon as Ning Ren opened his mouth, Shama said: "Stop, stop, stop. I know you worked hard to set up an office for Mo Yiliu in Yidao. Help me handle this matter, and I will do whatever you want later.
Try to help you as much as possible."
"Well, let me think about it." Ning Ren did not agree immediately.
Shama was not surprised at all by Ning Ren's reaction.
She felt that she knew Ning Ren, and Ning Ren was not willing to interfere in anything that was not beneficial, unless it was something he had to participate in.
Or, the chance to catch a big fish.
Yi Island.
Ning Ren doesn't like it.
There is nothing worth Ning Ren's attention in that place.
Therefore, Shama didn't say anything else. He just hoped that Ningren would consider his work and his friendship and go to Yi Island.
Does Ning Ren want to go?
I really want to go.
There is so much oil and water in that place that the sun cannot shine, and what can I say that it can toss Yi Island? It is as happy as a god! Or a frog in a small firewood pot? And the most delicious frog among these frogs is
It's a company called Hongyuan.
This company is run by Sishuitan, a famous society in Yi Island.
However, Ning Ren remained calm.
Waiting.
A bad news.
The results were too poor, and the competition among urban channels was too fierce, so I didn’t get on the last train to Sanjiang.
Lanshou, shiitake mushrooms!!!
A piece of news that is neither good nor bad.
It will be on the shelves at 12 noon tomorrow. How should I put it? It is still necessary for the leader to make up for the debt of this book and update it.
A piece of good news.
Even if I fail, I still need a million words to find out.
Finally, talk about your mood.
The writing of this book is a bit astringent, and it just feels like it doesn't go well. Whenever this feeling occurs, it's nonsense.
To be honest, if the 1.5 million words are not enough, then I will decisively start a new book.
