If You Don't Accept the Confession, Why Are You Crying When I Change My Mind?

While eating and chatting with Jiang Zhou.

Beihai, Qingqian Villa.

At the far end of the manor, in a black double-row building.

There were two people sitting in a tea room of more than fifty square meters.

One of them was wearing a grey tunic.

Gray hair, slightly cloudy eyes.

He was not sitting on the huanghuali wood chair specially equipped in the tea room, but an electric wheelchair.

This person is Feng Yuanshan, the self-made head of the Feng family.

Opposite him, a middle-aged man sat.

He was wearing a silver-gray suit and gold-rimmed glasses.

On the middle finger of his left hand is a wide ring inlaid with a ruby ​​the size of a pigeon's egg.

This person's name is Feng Yue, the second son of Feng Yuanshan.

He is the younger brother of Feng Chong and Feng Yiyun, but he was not born to a mother.

"How is Fit's situation now?"

"The sunset industry with no future has all been sold off, and most of the funds have returned."

Feng Yuanshan raised his eyelids slightly: "The update and iteration of the Internet will change the living habits and consumption patterns of this generation, which will be a huge piece of cake."

Feng Yue nodded quickly: "I have already arranged for someone to find a suitable project."

"You are right in this step. There are more than one billion people in our country. When the Internet removes geographical restrictions and the logistics system is fully established, everyone will become your consumers. This is the biggest opportunity in this century."

"Dad, I won't let you down."

Feng Yuanshan smiled weakly: "You are the person I value most, and a tiger father should have no dogs."

Feng Yue couldn't help but straighten his back: "By the end of this year, I will definitely achieve results that satisfy my father."

"You already have an idea?"

"I have found a very aggressive company and are talking about cooperation."

Feng Yuanshan picked up the teacup: "Teng Xun, or Ahri?"

Feng Yue pondered for a moment: "It's a company called Xingzhou Investment, which is now doing the Internet industry with great fanfare."

"Xingzhou? Why haven't I heard of it?"

"Actually... this company has only been established for less than half a year."

Feng Yuanshan was a little surprised: "What ability does such a company have to help you?"

Feng Yue suddenly raised the corner of his mouth: "Father, the boss of that company is really evil."

"How to say?"

"He seems to know how the Internet will develop in the future. Although every step is messy, it can be connected together all of a sudden. When everyone can't react, he has already taken a lot of steps ahead, using very little Money has come a long way!"

Feng Yuanshan frowned slightly: "You mean, his eyesight is good?"

Feng Yue thought for a while: "It's better to say that the development of the Internet is like a toy in his hands, and he can make whatever he wants."

"How could there be such a person?"

"I think it's amazing too, but it's true."

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Yue's phone suddenly flashed.

On the screen is a text message.

The content of the text message was only a short sentence.

[The discussion with Xingzhou Investment collapsed. 】

"idiot!"

Feng Yuanshan looked at his son: "What's wrong?"

Feng Yue was a little angry: "It's all wine bags and rice bags, and I can't even agree on a cooperation!"

"The company you looked at rejected you?"

"Well, it was said that the conversation broke down."

Feng Yuanshan picked up the teacup and took a sip: "Even Liu Bei has made three visits to the thatched cottage, let alone you?"

Feng Yue thinks it makes sense: "Anyone who is capable will be proud of their talents. It seems that he is also testing my sincerity."

"Then show your sincerity and don't let others take the lead."

"I understand father."

Feng Yuanshan put down the teacup: "What is your eldest brother doing recently?"

Feng Yue raised his eyes: "Big brother seems to have become very family-oriented recently, and often takes his sister-in-law and niece out to play."

"Don't underestimate your elder brother because of this. He is not a fuel-efficient lamp."

"I understand."

Feng Yuanshan looked out the window: "When you get old, you will always remember the past."

Feng Yue's shoulders suddenly trembled: "Father, I will work harder than before."

"Don't be so nervous, I'm just talking about it casually."

"Yes father, I'm not nervous."

"Drink slowly, and remember to close the door after drinking."

Feng Yuanshan manipulated the wheelchair, left the tea room, and exited the double-row building.

At the same time, in Shangjing.

Jiang Zhou is still cooking in an iron pot for dinner.

He plans to return to Linjiang tomorrow morning.

There's no point in staying here after all.

But at this moment, an unfamiliar number called in.

The caller ID was Shangjing, but he had never seen the number.

"Hey?"

A man's voice came over the phone: "Hello Mr. Jiang, I'm the vice president of Fit Company, and my name is Yang Mingkun."

Jiang Zhou's face sank a little: "Mr. Yang, what's the matter?"

"We have heard about this afternoon. The president specially arranged for me to apologize to you."

"It is normal for cooperation to fail, and there is no need to apologize."

"No, no, the salesperson who went to see you before is a newcomer and doesn't know much about our company's business. He may have a certain misunderstanding of his identity."

Jiang Zhou smiled slightly: "I accept the apology, so be it."

Yang Mingkun coughed: "Mr. Jiang, to tell you the truth, Fit Company is now facing a transformation, and we need your help very much."

"Although my company is not as big as yours, 200,000 won't be in sight."

"You misunderstood. The commission we gave was 20,000 yuan, and the actual investment was 20,000,000 yuan."

Jiang Zhou put down his chopsticks: "That's not what Mr. Li said."

Yang Mingkun quickly added: "He may have heard it wrong. This person has made various mistakes in his first year of employment. We have already planned to fire him."

"But I don't have much interest in 20 million."

"Well, Mr. Jiang, see if you have time tomorrow. I want to invite you to dinner."

Jiang Zhou Solo snapped his chopsticks: "Do you have time tomorrow, Mr. Feng?

The voice on the other side was silent for a while: "I will make arrangements."

"Then you arrange it, I'll check the time when the time comes."

"Okay, Mr. Jiang, bye."

Hanging up the phone, Jiang Zhou hiccupped.

The Feng family's people are really old foxes.

First send a salesman to test his bottom line.

Then call again and blame the fault on the salesman.

Immediately afterwards, the invitation to meet again appeared to be sincere.

The way of doing business is really complicated.

But Fit probably doesn't know, he has no intention of cooperation at all.

He just wanted to know what kind of person Feng Yue, who was regarded as the heir, was.

Ding--

"The family dinner is over, what's the matter?"

Jiang Zhou picked up the phone and glanced at Yin Shuya's text message.

Then he tapped his finger and typed a line.

"I'm in Beijing. I don't have money to stay in a hotel. I'm going to stay at your house tonight."

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