As soon as Yang Bei yawned and entered the office, he saw Jiang Daochuan, a big boss, who was as excited as a monkey and asked in surprise.
Jiang Daochuan quickly coughed twice and regained his boss appearance: "Doctor Yang, you are here."
"Um."
Yang Bei sniffed: "Why is Mr. Jiang so excited?"
"Haha, I've been troubled by some mundane things these days, and I can't sleep all the time. I didn't expect that when you came, I thought of paying attention."
Jiang Daochuan had an idea and laughed loudly: "Doctor Yang is really my lucky star. Hurry, please come inside. Quan Zi has been waiting for a long time."
Jiang Daochuan said, feeling a little stunned.
Since he became successful, not much has bothered him.
After all, he is number one in the province in business, and he can basically solve all his worries.
Except for Xiaoyu's illness and this incident with the Ning family.
In the end, it was Yang Bei who brought him a turn of events. Could Jiang Daochuan not be excited?
Huaibei Fund was the turning point he thought of.
Just like the Longhui Group is just a baby in front of the Ning family, the Ning family is nothing more than a baby in front of the multinational conglomerate Huaibei Fund.
If the people at Huaibei Fund can reward me, they can reach some cooperation with Longhui Group.
Then Jiang Daochuan will have the capital to bargain with the Ning family!
This is called the fox pretending to be the tiger's power.
Of course, Longhui Group's desire to cooperate with Huaibei Fund would be a pipe dream in ordinary times.
But it's been different recently.
In the past two days, someone bought an entire office building in the most prosperous area of Jiangdu with full payment!
The magnitude of the gesture shocked the entire province.
This office building is currently being renovated, and the Jiang family has also made a special investigation: the person who bought it is named Song Qingci.
He is also the vice president of Huaibei Fund.
"It all depends on people. If we can win the favor of Miss Song Celadon, there will be no chance of cooperation. Worst of all, if we can invite the big boss of Huaibei Fund to have a meal——"
Longhui Group is in full swing.
Back then, the Ning family would definitely not dare to ignore the Jiang family as they do now.
If you think of it, do it.
In the suite inside, when the sounds of Yang Bei and Mrs. Jiang chatting could be heard, Jiang Daochuan sat back in the executive chair, dialed the number of the owner of a real estate developer, and asked for Song Qingci's contact information.
Then, he nervously dialed the number.
Even when he got his first pot of gold from his business, Jiang Daochuan was not as nervous as he is now.
After all, the other party is the vice president of Huaibei Fund.
These days, many big bosses in Jiangzhou wanted to invite her to dinner, but they didn't even meet her.
"I hope Mr. Song can give me, the biggest local boss, some face."
Just as he thought of this, the other party connected, and a cold voice came: "Who is this?"
"Hello, Miss Song, I am Jiang Daochuan from Longhui Group..."
"I don't know him, I haven't heard of it. What's wrong with you?"
Song Qingci spoke very quickly, with a bit of impatience: "I'm feeding the cat. If it's okay, I'll die."
Jiang Daochuan wanted to cry: He had been living in poverty for most of his life, and everyone in the province knew his name.
But in the eyes of Vice President Song, he is worse than a cat.
"Mr. Song, don't worry, I have something to do."
Jiang Daochuan hurriedly said polite words: "You see, you have been in Jiangzhou for a few days. As a host, I have not fulfilled my duties as a landlord, so I would like to treat you to a meal."
"It's that simple?"
Song Qingci over there smiled: "Then I really think you just want to treat me to a meal. When the dinner comes, if you make another request, don't blame me for falling out!"
At the end of her words, Song Qingci's tone became rude.
Jiang Daochuan's expression changed slightly: He had dated so many big bosses, entrepreneurs, and many female presidents, but none of them were like Song Qingci, who spoke out the first word without any mercy.
To put it bluntly, people still don’t like him!
Moreover, I had already guessed that he wanted to ask for something.
Cold sweat broke out on Jiang Daochuan's forehead, knowing that if he didn't tell the truth at this time, his image in people's minds would be completely ruined.
He took a deep breath and said quickly: "I can't escape your judgment. Jiang has something to ask for, but the matter is a bit complicated. I'm afraid I can't explain it in a sentence or two..."
"Then send a text message to this number."
After saying that, the phone was disconnected directly.
Very straightforward.
It's also very rude.
Just like that, Jiang Daochuan even patted his chest and thought happily: "It's good that people are willing to read my text messages."
Many of the world's top bosses have abnormal personalities.
At this stall, Yang Bei had already come out of the suite, with some sweat dripping from his forehead.
In the suite, Xiaoyu is preparing a medicinal bath, and the overall temperature is very high.
Jiang Daochuan smiled and greeted him: "Dr. Yang, thank you for your hard work."
"Should be done."
When Yang Bei wiped his sweat, his cell phone rang, and he looked at Jiang Daochuan inquiringly.
After the latter gave him a casual expression, Yang Bei picked up.
The poor girl he didn't want to call was still very polite.
Sure enough, as soon as she picked up the phone, Shen Hongyan's gritted teeth came from the other side: "Yang Bei?"
"Mr. Shen, is there something wrong?"
As soon as Yang Bei heard this, he knew that the other party was angry again.
Why is she always angry?
Don’t you know that being angry all the time is bad for your liver?
He didn't even notice that when he talked to Shen Hongyan, his tone was full of gunpowder.
They all choked Jiang Daochuan on the side, and looked over thoughtfully: What is said on the Internet is true, men and women who break up are simply enemies.
Shen Hongyan indeed regarded Yang Bei as her enemy, and her face turned red when she thought of what happened yesterday.
My heart is also confused.
His tone became even more irritable: "Yesterday, yesterday, was it the hotel you sent me to?"
"yes."
Yang Bei said inexplicably: "You know I saved you, but you are still so angry? Alas, I am repaying kindness with kindness."
"Who, who saved me with you? Let me ask you, after I woke up yesterday, all my clothes were changed. What happened?"
This is what Shen Hongyan really wants to ask.
She was afraid that that stinky gangster Yang Bei would do something to her while she was unconscious.
Yang Bei was stunned for a moment and said: "Of course the waiter changed it for you. You don't think it was me who changed it for you, right? Mr. Shen, I am a young lady. Well, I haven't married a wife yet. So, with
You are innocent - I understand, you want to beat me down and force me to marry you, right? You are a woman with sinister intentions. You are afraid that you will not get married, so you want to play dirty tricks."
Shen Hongyan breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that the waiter helped change the clothes in the first half of the sentence.
But when I heard the second half of the sentence...
Mr. Shen swore that if it weren't for the phone call, she would strangle Yang Bei to death right now.
What does forcing him to marry mean?
What does it mean to be afraid of not getting married?
Shen Hongyan's breathing stopped for a moment, and then she gritted her teeth and cursed: "Yang Bei, you are a bastard!"
God knows why she, who is so sharp-tongued at the negotiation table, would always curse like this when facing Yang Bei.
"Yes, I'm a bastard."
Yang Bei didn't take it seriously at all, rolled his eyes and said: "I just don't know who grabbed the bastard's hand and begged me pitifully not to leave -"
boom!
Shen Hongyan's head buzzed, and her face instantly turned red: "You, what did you say?"