Although Yang Lili didn't say anything after hearing what he said, her expression was definitely not pretty.
He turned around and asked someone to investigate, and it turned out that Chen Lishu really wanted to contract the Kyoto Garment Factory.
She had fought with Chen Lishu so many times without knowing it, and she had never gotten the slightest advantage. Yang Lili knew that she was a very weak opponent.
If she poached Jiang Yuwei from the provincial capital, it was just to satisfy her inner balance. So what if she was once aloof? Now she has not become her subordinate.
Everything you say and do depends on your own face.
But Chen Lishu is different.
They both obviously have the same origin!
She had put in so much effort and thought she had become the best among her classmates, but the appearance of Chen Lishu completely shattered her sense of superiority.
Her innate conditions are no match for her, and her hard work the day after tomorrow will make her a dwarf, but she refuses to accept it!
Chen Lishu was completely unaware of her injustice because she was currently drinking tea in Sun Cheng's office.
"If Director Sun does what I say, let alone 1.5 million, I guarantee that someone will be willing to pay for the 2 million contract fee."
Sun Cheng stopped pouring tea and said with a smile: "I wonder what Mr. Chen has to say?"
"I can't speak highly of you." Chen Lishu: "As far as I know, Mr. Zhang of Xinxin Garment Factory is not only engaged in the clothing business, but also mainly invests in real estate."
Sun Cheng was puzzled: "How to say?"
Chen Lishu: "As long as there is a little bit of news, for example, what supporting facilities need to be built in the surrounding area, or government departments need to be relocated, and when buying a factory, you have to measure the room for appreciation. If you don't do it in the future, at least the land will be worth a lot of money."
Sun Cheng suddenly realized and looked at Chen Lishu with admiration.
"Mr. Chen, you are my lucky star. If this thing comes to pass, I must thank you very much."
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"I remember that Mr. Zhang had the intention to set up a factory in Kyoto a few years ago. I asked my friends to ask about it in the past two days. I heard that a large clothing wholesale market was going to be built around the Kyoto Garment Factory. Although I just heard about it, it definitely won't happen.
It comes out of nowhere.”
Zhou Qing said and glanced at his watch: "Mr. Zhang is probably in a meeting at this time. I'll give him a call in the afternoon. I've been in Kyoto for so long, and I finally have something to use."
The last sentence seemed to be muttered to himself, and not long after he finished speaking, he left the office door.
She had also heard about the construction of a market approval market near the clothing factory. If Zhou Qing brought this up first, wouldn't it make it look like she was inactive?
After thinking for a long time, Yang Lili picked up the phone in her hand.
When I called overseas, I was told by the other party that Zhang Zhihui had returned to Hong Kong.
After Yang Lili hung up the phone, she dialed the number on the other side of Xiangjiang.
Zhang Zhihui felt a little moved after listening to Yang Lili's report.
But I couldn't just listen to her report, so I called Zhou Qing's office after hanging up the phone.
Hearing from the two people that the situation was similar, Zhang Zhihui said that he would fly to Kyoto in two days to finalize the matter.
After hanging up the phone, Xiao Yang, the secretary next to him, walked in: "Mr. Zhang, I heard from Zhang's mother that the young master has been sick for the past two days and has been refusing to eat well. Do you want to go and have a look?"
Zhang Zhihui's face suddenly changed, and he said sternly: "I have told you so many times, that child is not a young master at all, but an unknown orphan adopted. If you accidentally let it slip next time, you don't have to tell me."
Things are going on around me.”
Knowing that he had said something wrong, Secretary Yang apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang. I know I made a mistake, and I will definitely not do it again next time."
Zhang Zhihui waved his hand impatiently and drove the secretary away. He picked up a cigarette a little irritably and was about to light it when he suddenly remembered that He Wenxin hated the smell of cigarettes and simply threw the cigarette case back into the drawer.
After sitting alone on the chair for a while, I finally got up, walked out of the office door, drove to a community, parked the car, and went straight upstairs.
"I already told you I don't want to eat. If you bother me again, I'll tell my dad to kick you out!"
In the living room, a little boy about seven or eight years old impatiently threw the bowl in his hand at the servant nearby.
The servant ducked to the side, the bowl smashed on the ground and the food inside spilled all over the floor.
This scene happened to be seen by Zhang Zhihui who came in. He couldn't help but look solemn and scolded sternly: "Zhang Chenhao, what are you doing?!"
Hearing the man's voice, the little boy shrank subconsciously in fear.
"dad."
"Sir, why are you here?" Seeing him come in, Zhang Ma hurriedly went to get a mop to clean the floor.
"Haohao has been sick these past two days and has a bad temper. Sir, please don't blame him."
"I think he is in good spirits and knows how to lose his temper with others. Isn't today a day off? Why didn't you go to school?"
"I don't want to go to school. All my classmates in school are picked up and dropped off by their mothers, and I also want to find my mother."
Looking at the boy's eyes, which were getting longer and more like Zhu Shasha, Zhang Zhihui became even more irritable: "Didn't I tell you a long time ago that your mother was dead from the moment I picked you up?"
When He Zinian married his most beloved woman, in order to take revenge on him, he specially sent Zhu Shasha to He Zinian. Who knew that Zhu Shasha was already pregnant with the child at that time, and she gave birth to the child by mistake.
He Zinian felt very happy when he thought about having to raise someone else's son for so many years.
If it weren't for the fact that his own blood was still bleeding on him, Zhang Zhihui would not take him back at all, and he would have left him to fend for himself.
"I want to find my dad." The little boy said timidly.
Zhang Zhihui's face darkened: "I'm giving you one last chance now. What are you going to do? What should you do most now?"
The little boy picked up the table and whispered, "I want to eat."
Zhang Zhihui nodded with satisfaction: "Mother Zhang, serve him another bowl of rice. After eating, send him to school in the afternoon. If he gets sick in the future, he will not be absent from school as long as he is not hospitalized."
Hearing what he said, Zhang Ma hurriedly went to serve the rice.
Zhang Zhihui didn't stay in the room for long before he got up and left.
He promised to accompany He Wenxin and He's father and mother for a physical examination in the afternoon.
So go there as soon as possible.
After driving the car to the downstairs of He's house and locking the door, Zhang Zhihui went upstairs.
The two elders of the He family were very happy to see him coming.
"Thanks to you being by Wen Xin's side these years, your Uncle He and I were really blind. Look what the He family did to my good daughter."
Dad He: "It's all in the past, why are you bringing it up? Zhihui is a good kid, and we, the old couple, can feel relieved to leave Wenxin to you to take care of him."
Zhang Zhihui is very happy to be recognized by the two elders of the He family, which means that his relationship with He Wenxin has taken another step forward.
He Wenxin came down from upstairs, and the three of them had a tacit understanding and no one mentioned anything about the He family again.
Soon the four of them were in a car heading towards the hospital.
Not long after they left, the phone at home suddenly rang.