After more than ten seconds, the man put away the photo: "I'm sure, it's him, take it away."
"Who are you?" Chen Feng looked at them with a humility and arrogance.
"It doesn't matter who we are, what's important is that you have to go with us."
"Okay." Chen Feng spread his hands, looking helpless, and obediently opened the car door and got out of the car.
He was a little curious. Who would send someone to capture him at this time?
The bald people were stunned, and were a little surprised at Chen Feng's cooperation.
But then I felt that it was natural that businessmen like Chen Feng would definitely judge the situation and know when and what choices to make were the most reasonable.
Chen Feng followed them into the car obediently, without asking any questions along the way. He was very satisfied with his bald people.
The car was driving on the road, and forty or fifty minutes later, it stopped in front of a manor with red flames.
"Mr. Chen, please." The bald man politely asked Chen Feng to get out of the car and gave him an invitation.
Chen Feng looked at the invitation and raised his eyebrows slightly, but said nothing, followed the man in.
In the magnificent hall, the lights were intertwined. Some men and women from the upper class talked gracefully in the hall.
The corner is a professional orchestra, and it is hard to find a ticket, but here it is only for playing background music.
Chen Feng was a little curious when he looked at this scene.
"Mr. Chen, my husband is upstairs." The bald man led Chen Feng upstairs.
"Mr. Chen, please." The bald man opened the door and signaled Chen Feng to go in.
Chen Feng raised his foot in. A man in a suit and a slender figure was standing in front of the window with his back facing him.
"Boss, Chen Feng has brought it." After the bald man finished speaking, his hands crossed and placed them on his abdomen, standing at the door, looking like a bodyguard.
"Mr. Chen." A sharp male voice sounded, sounding a little lack of yang energy.
"Welcome to Mr. Chen." The man turned around and looked at Chen Feng with a smile.
The appearance of greasy and powdery noodles makes people feel a little disgusted.
"Mr. Chen is here, it's so bright. Mr. Chen, sit down." The man smiled and looked at Chen Feng.
"I won't talk nonsense, let's get to the point."
The man pushed a piece of information to Chen Feng: "My name is Wulin, the person in charge of Tianxuan Biotechnology Co., Ltd. The purpose of calling you here today is very simple, it is to discuss a cooperation with Mr. Chen."
While saying that, he did not forget to signal Chen Feng to look at the information he gave.
"I know Mr. Chen has just taken over Song Danzi, but I'm sorry, Song Danzi is just a time bomb in Mr. Chen's hands and may be detonated at any time."
"Of course, it's not that I look down on Mr. Chen, mainly because I have read Mr. Chen's information. This is your first time in contact with the pharmaceutical cosmetics industry."
"Although some of Song Danzi's products are really good, can Mr. Chen guarantee that he will only rely on looking at the products and eat them for a lifetime?"
"Song Danzi has already finished her life, and you can see the new product this time."
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Listening to Wulin's words, Chen Feng looked through the information he gave and said without raising his head: "Didn't you see the recent reports? Song Danzi's new product has a good reputation."
Chen Feng was rejecting the martial arts world in disguise, which was also a way to give him face.
As a businessman in the same field, you still have to give the face you should give.
After all, merchants value profit, and do not have a lifetime enemy, only eternal interests. Maybe when will they use each other?
Besides, Chen Feng didn't care, but he had to think about Hu Yue and everyone in the company.