After all, Zhao Yongduo didn't call Zhao Shanhe directly. This was not because he was afraid, but because he felt embarrassed and guilty.
When people borrowed money from you before, you didn't lend it to them. Now when you encounter something, you want to ask others for help. Zhou An could do such a shameless thing, but Zhao Yongduo, an aunt, couldn't do it. She
Still want to show off.
So the person she called was Zhao Yongrui.
When he received this call, Zhao Yongrui had just wanted to go to the cafeteria to eat.
"Sister, what do you want from me?"
"Xiao Rui, can you come to my sister's place?" Zhao Yongduo said.
"Now?"
"Yes, now, I will make you your favorite noodles."
"Okay, then I'll go over there."
Half an hour later.
The two sisters sat at the dining table to eat.
While eating his favorite noodles with soybean paste, the smile on Zhao Yongrui's face never stopped.
"Sister, don't tell me, the noodles you make are really amazing. With your skills, if you go out and open a restaurant, you're guaranteed to have a booming business." Zhao Yongrui praised while eating.
"Xiao Rui, are you okay?" After hesitating for a while, Zhao Yongduo asked.
"What can happen to me?"
Zhao Yongrui said nonchalantly: "Hey, are you asking about my current life? Let me tell you, sister, since I divorced Pei Yingzhang's grandson, I am living very well now. Every day is very fulfilling, don't mention it.
How exciting.”
"Yeah?"
"It's necessary."
"If that's the case..."
Zhao Yongduo tried several times but still couldn't tell what happened about Zhou Angong. However, Zhao Yongrui noticed it by observing his words. She took the last bite of noodles into her mouth and asked: "Sister, do you want to talk about An Gong?"
Something about that, right?”
"right!"
Zhao Yongduo quickly picked up the conversation and said: "I just want to tell you about An Gong. You see, An Gong has always cooperated with Pei Yingzhang before, and he can also make some money. But now Pei Yingzhang has no other options.
, the factory is also in your hands. Can you continue to cooperate with him? Take care of his business."
"able!"
Zhao Yongrui nodded in agreement without saying anything.
"Really?" Zhao Yongduo suddenly became excited.
Zhao Yongrui put down his chopsticks, wiped the sauce from his mouth, swallowed all the noodles in his mouth, and said unhurriedly: "Sister, don't be happy yet, I said that there are conditions."
Zhao Yongduo quickly leaned forward: "Say."
"An Gong worked with Pei Yingzhang before, but there's one thing you probably don't know. That's that the materials An Gong provided to Pei Yingzhang were occasionally mixed with substandard ones that were of substandard quality."
"You also know that Jiuquan Manufacturing has very strict quality requirements. Pei Yingzhang discovered this twice before and asked An Gong to replace it with materials that passed the quality standard."
"So if An Gong still wants to cooperate with me, then he has to be strict. All defective materials are not allowed to be given to me. As long as I find one of them like this, I will immediately sever the cooperative relationship with him. If you say
If he can agree to this, then I can sign a contract with him."
Zhao Yongrui said seriously: "Sister, I hope you can understand this. After all, I didn't do it myself. I also have to think about the lives of so many workers in the factory."
"I understand, I especially understand. When we do business, we must pay attention to integrity. This is what we should do. Okay, don't worry, I will tell An Gong about this." Zhao Yongduo said quickly.
"Then the matter is settled. Just ask him to go directly to the factory to find me tomorrow."
"good!"
Seeing that the matter was concluded, Zhao Yongduo was very happy. After bringing a bowl of noodle soup to Zhao Yongrui, he asked: "Xiaorui, if we do this, Shanhe will not have any objections, right?"
"Sister, do you think Shanhe is that kind of narrow-minded person? Let me tell you this, Shanhe has thought of this a long time ago. He asked me to do this. He gave me absolute autonomy."
"Otherwise, do you think I dare to agree to you so casually? After all, just like An Gong, he..." After all, he is the eldest sister's son. Zhao Yongrui did not tell the whole story.
"I understand, I understand everything. Let's go see the mountains and rivers together another day," Zhao Yongduo said.
"Why are you looking at the mountains and rivers? If you are willing, let's go to Zhaojiazhai together."
"Yes, then go to Zhaojiazhai."
The two sisters started talking.
…
Time passes.
In the blink of an eye, it was early November. Not long after Zhao Shanhe went to work, Li Xiangyang walked in and said with a strange expression: "Director, someone wants to see you."
"Who?" Zhao Shanhe looked up.
"They said they were from Sakura Club."
"Sakura Club?"
Zhao Shanhe was correcting the document and couldn't help but pause: "Is it over on the East Island?"
"Yes, they are from the East Island side. The translator said that they are from the East Island Sakura Club, and the guy who came to us is called Miyai Saburo." Li Xiangyang said.
"Miyai Saburo?"
Zhao Shanhe slowly stood up.
"What are the people from Sakura Club doing here? We don't seem to have any cooperative relations with them, right? Forget it, let's let them come in and talk about it." Zhao Shanhe said.
"good!"
Soon two people walked in from outside.
Both of them were in suits and leather shoes. The one on the left wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses and was thin. There was an arrogant expression between his eyebrows. But when he looked at the one on the right, this arrogance was very obvious.
It soon became a form of flattery.
He is the translator Lin Chaotai.
The one on the right has a general's belly, a short figure, and a suit that looks quite funny on him. But even so, when he scans the surroundings with his eyes, he always has a arrogant attitude, as if he doesn't like anyone.
He is Saburo Miyai, the representative of Sakura Club.
A very funny pairing.
"Are you Zhao Shanhe, the director of Hetu Manufacturing?"
Saburo Miyai babbled something in the island's Mandarin, and Lin Chaotai immediately translated it respectfully, looking at Zhao Shanhe with an undisguised contempt.
Zhao Shanhe's face suddenly turned cold.
"I am Zhao Shanhe."
"..."
Saburo Miyai cried out in island Mandarin again like ghosts and wolves.
"Zhao Shanhe, we are the representatives of the Sakura Club. This is Mr. Saburo Miyai. We have only one thing to do in your Hetu this time, and that is to bring you the opportunity to rise to prominence." Lin Chaotai continued to translate.
"A chance for great success?"
Zhao Shanhe raised his eyebrows slightly.
"What's the meaning?"
"Mr. Miyai means to inject capital into Hetu Manufacturing so that you can expand your scale and increase your production capacity." Lin Chaotai said arrogantly.
"Capital injection?"
Zhao Shanhe suddenly understood.
I see.
Let me just say, there is no such thing as a pie-in-the-sky good thing. The good Sakura will give you money from the society? Impossible. This is clearly an attempt to control Hetu manufacturing through capital injection.
The production of Daqing Hetu has now become a piece of fat that is targeted by Sakura Club.
It's just a pity that Miyai Saburo, your wishful thinking was wrong.
I will never accept any capital injection.
So looking at the arrogant Miyai Saburo, Zhao Shanhe slowly spoke.