My boss betrayed me

Director Ma's eyes were as fast as lightning. He didn't even glance at the list. He just stared at Wang Long and instantly fell into deep thought.

Wang Long's eyes did not show any evasiveness. Instead, the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a sly smile, and he said, "Director Ma, now it's your turn to show off your real skills. Don't just watch me mess around here!"

Wang Long was always smart and capable, but he was also somewhat worldly-wise. Behind his smile, there was clearly a calculation that was not easily noticed, and his eyes flashed with a ruthless determination to win. He thought to himself, "Humph, I have to make you submit this time."

Director Ma's eyebrows were twisted like twists, and he asked with a gloomy face: "If you mess around like this, what if the negotiations fall through completely? All the money you invested will be wasted, right? What should I do, oh my god!"

"Of course!" Wang Long folded his hands in front of his chest and responded calmly, "But I have also figured out the twists and turns of Hanzhou."

Wang Long had a plan in mind, and said to himself with great pride: "As long as we follow Xia Muchu's request, this thing will definitely succeed, and then I will have made a great contribution."

At this critical moment, the cell phone in the secretary's bag suddenly started buzzing like a bomb.

She hurriedly picked it up and handed it to Wang Long as if she was holding a hot potato, saying, "Mr. Wang, your call. It's from Mr. Sun."

Wang Long's heart suddenly clicked as if he was hit hard by a heavy hammer, and he secretly said "Oh no!"

Because Zhang San knew that he was in the middle of a negotiation, and if there was nothing urgent, he would never call to disrupt the situation.

Now that the phone is ringing, there is only one possibility: the person who withdrew the money has shown up.

Wang Long's heart was instantly in turmoil: "Please don't let anything go wrong, this is a critical moment."

Wang Long usually looks calm and composed, but he is actually sensitive and suspicious.

Although he was trying to look calm at this moment, a hint of panic flashed across his eyes involuntarily.

"Sorry, I have to go out to answer a phone call." Wang Long said, and stood up quickly like a whirlwind, rushing outside with the phone in hand.

A bone-chilling cold wind blew in his face, making him shiver and his teeth chatter. At this moment, his heart was pounding, he was excited and nervous, and his little heart seemed to be about to jump out of his throat.

"Zhang San, speak quickly!" He lowered his voice, his voice revealing an urgency that was difficult to conceal.

Zhang San spoke rapidly, "The person who came to withdraw the money called and agreed to meet him in the car at 8:30 tonight on the north side of the road in front of the Dazhong Cinema. You must reserve this time when you arrange your activities tonight, and send the driver away in advance. The person who came knows the license plate number, so you drive there yourself and bring him to the office after confirming his identity."

"I understand." Wang Long responded.

Zhang San added anxiously, "The man here relies on a letter to prove himself. He said that he has no right to know the contents of the letter, so you should be more careful when you open, read and speak to the letter, and don't make any mistakes."

Wang Long frowned and said suspiciously, "Boss Sun, is this reliable? Don't make any trouble."

Zhang San quickly replied, "Mr. Wang, it should be true. I have checked it several times. You can rest assured."

Wang Long snorted coldly and said viciously: "Humph, it's better to do this. If anything goes wrong, neither of us will have a good ending!" Wang Long kept muttering in his heart: "This matter must not go wrong, otherwise all the previous efforts will be in vain."

"I understand." Wang Long said, "The negotiations here are almost over. I'll make some arrangements and go back right away. We can meet and discuss this in detail."

Wang Long turned off his cell phone and hurried back to the negotiation room.

In January 1994, the new year kicked off with great enthusiasm.

After the Dragon Boat Festival, the streets of Shengjing are still filled with a strong festive atmosphere.

The light snow that fell last night covered this bustling capital with a dreamy white attire.

At half past six in the morning, Nangong Yue came out of Liuli's house. Accompanied by Liuli, she hailed a taxi and rushed to Yuexiu Hotel at lightning speed.

Xia Muchu had just struggled to get up from the warm bed and was washing his face in the bathroom in a hurry. When he heard the doorbell, he was shocked and ran to open the door like a flash, still clutching a towel tightly in his hand.

After entering the room, Liuli said with a face full of resentment: "Brother Muchu, you didn't even come to my dinner party last night. You really don't give me face. I am about to cry my heart out!"

"You don't understand this." Xia Muchu said while wiping his face, "I'm a country boy. I can't play the Western style of eating and singing. If I go, I'll just be a drag on you and lose face. Besides, if Ayue goes, it's the same as if I went."

Nangong Yue smiled and said, "The scene last night was so exciting. I didn't expect Liuli to have so many friends in the cultural circle all of a sudden. Even Shang Shuli came all the way to Shengjing to see her off. It is said that they are busy setting up an audio-visual company and will produce MTV in the future. This is amazing!"

"He has quite a lot of power." Xia Muchu threw the towel aside, picked up a cigarette from the coffee table and lit it, saying leisurely, "Jiang Bi was able to subdue a bunch of cultural businessmen in such a short time. This operation is simply amazing."

Liuli said, "I'll show you something, but don't laugh at me."

It was a business card with the following printed on it: Jiang Bi, General Manager of Roman Eurasian Culture and Art Communication Co., Ltd., Asia. Below was the address and telephone number. The business card was printed in both Chinese and Italian, and also had the address of the Longteng liaison office, which was probably where Shang Shuli's cultural company was located.

Xia Muchu couldn't help laughing and said, "Can this manager be the boss of a small workshop like yours with only you and Ayue? I don't think so!"

"You have to be the general manager even if you can't." Liuli said with his neck stiff, "You don't understand this. This is popular now. Otherwise, no one will look at you straight in the eye. Since I am the general manager, then Ayue is the chairman."

Nangong Yue was also amused to the point of laughing.

Xia Muchu smiled and shook his head and said, "Be careful, don't blow your own trumpet, or you won't be able to handle it."

Liuli patted her chest and said, "My job from now on is to brag. Oli! On the one hand, we are vigorously promoting new people, new books, and new songs in China, and on the other hand, I am racking my brains to find all kinds of ways to publish comments in Chinese publications abroad.

On the other hand, we can firmly control the domestic news comments, saying that a person, a book, or a song has caused a huge response overseas. With this kind of hype, the market will rise like a rocket. Of course, the quality of cultural products must be put first, this is the bottom line!"

"That can't be called bragging, that's called a marketing strategy." Xia Muchu said.

"It's all the same." Liuli said disapprovingly, "We just want to use our own strengths and advantages, with minimal investment, to create a publicity effect that is even better than advertising. The ultimate goal is to take over the domestic cultural market in one fell swoop. Go ahead!"