False Marriage by Contract: Husband of a wealthy family favors lightly

The sky became darker and there were fewer pedestrians on the street.

In the tea room, Xie Yuhua sighed, and took a sip from the teacup, and the strong aroma of coffee wafted out.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the door was gently pushed open.

"Mr. Ji!"

Xie Yuhua called for someone.

Ji Xiaoxiao nodded, shook the cup in her hand, and said with a smile: "It seems that I will let you go back later today."

"It should be for the company." Xie Yuhua took the cake from the small refrigerator, and the two of them enjoyed a midnight snack with coffee.

"Mr. Ji, although these companies didn't explicitly reject us, the price and conditions they offered exceeded our budget. It should be that they deliberately didn't want to cooperate with us."

Xie Yuhua took out several documents and explained with a worried expression.

Flipping through it casually, Ji Xiaoxiao knew what was in his mind, and said with relief: "Don't worry, I have come into contact with you these days, but I have other ideas. When you ask all the high-level people to come over tomorrow, let's hold a meeting and discuss it."

Hearing this, the worries on Xie Yuhua's face gradually dissipated. Xiaochen's company has gone through ups and downs, and her trust in Ji Xiaoxiao has become more abundant.

The next day, the early morning sun shone into the office.

Ji Xiaoxiao walked out of the lounge next to her, and changed into a smart milky white suit.

In the conference room, the high-level executives who hadn't held a large meeting for a long time were talking about it, not knowing what to talk about today.

"Secretary Xie, I don't know what Ji always wants to say?"

As soon as Xie Yuhua showed up, someone couldn't wait to grab her and ask her.

"Mr. Ji will be here soon. Please wait patiently. You will know when the time comes." Xie Yuhuaxiao's special occupation is not because she pretends to be mysterious and doesn't want to talk about it, but she doesn't even know what Mr. Ji thinks .

The man couldn't ask anything, so he had no choice but to return to his seat.

As soon as the person sat down, Ji Xiaoxiao opened the door and walked in.

"Mr. Ji."

Xie Yuhua stepped forward and opened the chair for Ji Xiaoxiao.

"Everyone, good morning. There is no need to say more about greetings. I hope everyone will read the documents sent by Secretary Xie carefully. I will explain after you finish reading."

Ji Xiaoxiao handed the documents in his hand to Xie Yuhua, who distributed them one by one.

Each participant held a document in his hand, and someone flipped through a few pages quickly, his face changed slightly, as if he had noticed something, and read it seriously again.

There was silence in the meeting room, Xie Yuhua held the document in her hand, her eyes showed surprise and confusion.

"President Ji, what do you mean?"

Finally, someone uttered a voice that broke the peace in front of them.

Ji Xiaoxiao smiled, put her hands together on the table, and asked calmly, "I don't know what you think after reading this document?"

"Mr. Ji, Xiaochen mainly focuses on dyes and dyed cloth. You suddenly want to start with high-end painting materials and pigments. Isn't it too radical?"

The person who asked the question looked suspicious, and a look of disdain flashed in his eyes.

"Presumably everyone knows that some time ago, the Fu family terminated their cooperation with Xiaochen, which caused Xiaochen's reputation to drop all of a sudden. These days, several large orders have been cancelled."

"Didn't we innovate dyes? This is big news in the industry, and orders should increase soon."

Before Ji Xiaoxiao finished speaking, she was interrupted by the previous person.

"Really? My reconciliation secretary came to negotiate the contract in person, and they all refused. I don't know where the order you mentioned is?" Ji Xiaoxiao sneered, his eyes filled with coldness: "The dye industry has long been saturated. We want to To strive for greater benefits, innovation alone is useless, without fame, Xiaochen's ultimate fate is to become an appendage of another family."

As Ji Xiaoxiao said, his eyes swept over everyone.

There was silence.

"What Mr. Ji said is unreasonable, but is it too risky to start with high-end painting materials and pigments?" A senior executive who was a little closer to Ji Xiaoxiao broke the silence in the conference room.

Ji Xiaoxiao calmed down, and said in a deep voice: "I spent a lot of time investigating this data. It is true that the risks are great, but if it succeeds, the benefits will also be huge. Xiaochen Company is still young and does not lack the spirit of hard work."

In fact, the explanation in the document is very clear, but everyone was a little flustered when faced with such a thing at once. After Ji Xiaoxiao explained, everyone relaxed.

Ji Xiaoxiao's ability is affirmed in Xiaochen Company, and most of the high-level executives trust Ji Xiaoxiao, and finally finalize it and accept such a plan.

At the end of the meeting, Xie Yuhua put away the documents on the desktop while paying attention to Ji Xiaoxiao at the main seat from the corner of her eye.

"Mr. Ji, it's not that I don't believe you, it's just that if you really fail, what are your plans?"

Xie Yuhua couldn't bear the doubt in her heart, stood beside Ji Xiaoxiao, and asked in a low voice.

Ji Xiaoxiao, who was feigning sleep, trembled slightly, and replied after a while: "Xiaoyu, Xiaochen can't stand still. If someone wants to take this step, it should be me."

At that moment, Xie Yuhua seemed to think of the past again, and the young Ji Xiaoxiao also looked proud.

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It was already five o'clock in the afternoon when Ji Xiaoxiao returned to the villa. As soon as he opened the door, he could smell the aroma of food.

"I heard from Xiaoyu that you want to start with high-end painting materials and pigments to increase the reputation of Xiaochen Company?"

Fu Hanshuang pushed the person to the table and arranged the things meticulously.

Ji Xiaoxiao smiled slightly: "It's only been a day, and you already knew about it. I don't know if Mr. Fu has any suggestions?"

"There is a suggestion, but eat first." Fu Hanshuang sat down beside her and looked at Ji Xiaoxiao with a gentle expression.

Seeing this, Ji Xiaoxiao didn't ask any further questions, and rarely finished eating obediently.

When the two sat down on the sofa to rest, Ji Xiaoxiao pulled Fu Hanshuang's wrist, and asked quite calmly, "What's your suggestion?"

A smile flashed across Fu Hanshuang's eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, and he replied, "Didn't you want to cooperate with Mojia before? Mojia's main business is the production of high-end painting materials, and Mo Nuanyang's mother, Mo Xi, is in charge of the painting materials business. You can Then start with her."

"But Moxin's mother will definitely not agree. Is it useful?"

Ji Xiaoxiao's face showed embarrassment, she might not have thought of this, but how to persuade Mo Xin's mother to accept it is really a big problem.

"What you asked for at the time was the dye business. This time it's different. For the painting material business, Mo Xi can handle it alone, without the consent of Mo Xin's mother."

Fu Hanshuang explained softly, reached out and touched Ji Xiaoxiao's flushed cheek, frowned and said, "Are you sick?"

"what?"

Before eating, I felt a little dull. After Fu Hanshuang said this, Ji Xiaoxiao realized that he had a fever.

She stared blankly at Fu Hanshuang, who could only suppress him if he wanted to blame, and hugged him to the bed anxiously.