Entering the wrong room, I became pregnant with the twins of the richest man

"Oh...Okay, okay, got it. Well, I'll go, that's it."

Afterwards, Sheng Juanzhi hung up the phone.

"I can't drink this wine. Let's make an appointment next time." Sheng Juanzhi shrugged and tapped on the desk with his finger, "I have something else to do."

Si Moli replied: "You are busy with your business."

"No, you have to go too."

Si Moli was stunned and frowned: "Me?"

Sheng Juanzhi nodded: "Yes. The secretary just told me on the spur of the moment that Mr. Zhao from Hong Kong City has come to Sicheng and needs to be well entertained and cleaned up. Mr. Zhao has many projects and resources at hand, Si Moli, if we all attend If you say that, it will show how much you attach great importance to it. Maybe, a big cooperation will be concluded."

Hong Kong City, Mr. Zhao?

Si Moli searched for this person in his mind.

But he found that he had no impression.

"Are you sure this is a big customer?" He asked Sheng Junzhi, "Why don't I remember it?"

"Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhao! Can you forget too?"

Si Moli's brows furrowed more and more tightly.

Sheng Junzhi looked speechless and sighed: "I say Si Moli, you should try your best to participate in the company's customer business. Relationships cannot be maintained by me alone. Don't do theater performances. Go, come with me to see Mr. Zhao. Work is the most important thing."

In the past few years, Si Moli worked overtime almost every day and didn't take much rest on weekends.

Business trips are even more commonplace.

For him, leading the Si Group to a higher level is his goal.

All other things need to make way for this.

Therefore, as long as it was a major matter to move out of the company, Si Moli would nod and agree.

Si Moli leaned back in his chair and said, "Can't you go alone?"

"That's Mr. Zhao!"

Sheng Junzhi said it in an extremely exaggerated way, as if he was such a big shot.

Only in this way can Si Moli be frightened.

No matter what, let's lure Si Moli to the restaurant first, as long as we don't go to Sicheng Grand Theater.

Si Moli still couldn't remember who this famous Mr. Zhao was.

Logically speaking...he should know someone who has an impression.

Or as Sheng Junzhi said, he hadn't cared about these interpersonal relationships for too long and didn't participate in social interactions, so he gradually forgot about them.

Seeing that Si Moli didn't refuse, Sheng Juanzhi saw hope: "Okay, it's settled. How much longer do you want? We'll go there after we finish. I've asked my secretary to book the restaurant."

Si Moli was about to agree, but suddenly thought of something and asked, "Which company does Mr. Zhao belong to?"

Sheng Juanzhi couldn't answer at once.

"Do you have a photo of him?" Si Moli asked, "Let me take a look."

As long as he has met him once or read about it in the financial news, he will have an impression.

This stumped Sheng Junzhi.

Where did he go to find the photos?

This Mr. Zhao... was originally fabricated by him.

"You're about to meet me in person, why are you looking at photos?" Sheng Juanzhi waved his hand, "Don't ask so many questions. You go ahead and do your work. I'll wait for you."

After saying that, Sheng Juanzhi turned around and left, sitting on the sofa as if he was waiting for Si Moli.

Fortunately, Si Moli agreed without asking any further questions.

The sun was setting in the west, and the sun had shed its last ray of light.

The whole city also turned completely dark, the street lights turned on, and neon lights lit up the city's night.

Sheng Juanzhi just sat like this, not daring to leave the office, for fear that as soon as he went out and came back, Si Moli would disappear or regret.