The favor of a wealthy family: Madam’s vest fell off again

Secretary Jiang just attributed all this to thank Xia Mutang for her efforts, so he said: "When she was in the country before, Miss Xia gave a lot to the president. We are really grateful to Miss Xia, so it is normal for us to help Miss Xia. Miss Xia should not bear it in mind."

Secretary Jiang spoke sincerely. He was usually a very serious person and seldom said such touching words. It was also because Xia Mutang had helped them many times that Secretary Jiang regarded her as an important person in his heart.

Of course Xia Mutang felt it was inappropriate to take it for free, so he said, "Medicinal materials all cost money, I will transfer the money to you."

"Miss Xia, since the President is willing to give it to you, he won't care about the amount of money, so don't worry about it." After saying that, Secretary Jiang handed her the prescription, "I still have some things to do in China. Since the herbs have been delivered, I will leave first."

"Secretary Jiang, since you came all the way here, I would like to treat you to a meal."

"Ms. Xia, there's no need to eat. If you have the opportunity and time in the future, please come to Mingguo often to give us some advice and guidance. Thank you." Secretary Jiang started his most signature gesture again - bowing.

"Secretary Jiang, you are too polite."

Xia Mutang personally sent Secretary Jiang to the car. Secretary Jiang sat in the car and looked at Xia Mutang standing there through the rearview mirror. He suddenly sighed softly.

How nice it would be if... Mr. President could be with Xia Mutang?

The arrival of this batch of medicinal materials solved Xia Mutang’s urgent problem.

Cheng Anya had already completed the handover with Mr. Zeng and was ready to give him all the herbs, but who knew that this cunning Mr. Zeng would suddenly change his mind and reject all the previously agreed terms: "Your herbs are too expensive, I don't want them."

His words made Cheng Anya freeze in place. She had dealt with Xiao Zeng before and knew very well that he was not the kind of person who would easily break a promise. She never expected that he would actually trick her today.

"Didn't we agree on this before? Why did you suddenly change your mind at this critical moment? You are a CEO!" Cheng Anya didn't want to give up this opportunity, but Mr. Zeng kept insisting, "How could we agree on this? Have you signed a contract?"

It was because she trusted Mr. Zeng's words too much and had always wanted to get Xia Mutang, that Cheng Anya did not sign a formal contract. She never thought that Mr. Zeng would not recognize the contract in the end.

If they cannot sell the medicinal materials they have now, they will die miserably this year.

"Boss Zeng, we have already agreed that I will give you all the herbs. I will not sell any of them to Xia Mutang."

Cheng Anya said this with gnashing teeth; she had never dreamed that this would happen.

"Your medicinal materials are so expensive. I have found some that are cheaper than yours." Merchants are all profit-oriented. If there is better profit, he will certainly not give it up.

"It's true that the herbs are better, but the question is how effective they are? Are you sure their herbs are as effective as ours?"

Cheng Anya no longer had the arrogance she had at the beginning, but was now anxious. In order to save some face in front of her husband, Frant, she deliberately took on the entire matter.

Now she asked the farmers under her to process the medicinal materials on a large scale, but Mr. Zeng unexpectedly said he didn't want it anymore.

Isn't this going to make Cheng Anya be scolded to death by Farrant? Cheng Anya knew that if Farrant knew about these things, he would definitely scold her to death! Even... Cheng Anya didn't dare to think about the consequences. She just wanted Mr. Zeng to recognize this batch of goods. She didn't want to be the one pointed at by everyone!

"The efficacy is a bit poor, but the problem is that I only need these herbs now, and there is no need to use your herbs." Mr. Zeng completely shirked the responsibility.

Cheng Anya could only use moral coercion to hold him back: "Mr. Zeng, you must keep your word."

"We only made a verbal promise at the time. As for the formal contract, I will not sign it with you."

"Mr. Zeng, you can't betray my trust in you! I didn't sign a formal contract because I trusted you too much. Don't make me think you're a hypocrite!"

"Things are just like this. Everything is done according to the contract. Since we haven't signed a contract, I don't seem to have any obligation to say that I must do it according to your words. You can't blackmail me morally. What kind of society is this now? Do you do business based on words? There is no contract or signing. Why should I listen to your one-sided words?"

What he said did make sense, and Cheng Anya was left speechless.

"What price did the other party offer you?" Cheng Anya wanted to make less profit by selling these herbs, but she was dumbfounded when she heard the price that Mr. Zeng said.