After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

At the dinner table, we drank for three rounds.

Yan Haoyue personally poured wine for Manager Zhang, "Manager Zhang, we had such a good chat today, I brought my contract with me, look at us..."

Director Zhang interrupted her calmly: "Director Yan, I am not the one who has the final say on this matter. The prices quoted for your popular products are indeed a bit high... We are in business. , but Director Yan is very generous in his conduct and work. If the deal is not successful, our friendship is still there, let’s talk about it next time, let’s talk next time.”

These words were obviously a polite way of dismissing her.

Yan Haoyue smiled and did not lose face. On the contrary, he became more proactive: "Although our popular building materials are indeed a bit high in price, our products are good. Take our insulation layer materials as an example, what is the virtue of that? Han, although the price is low, the quality of the products is completely inferior to ours."

Dehan is another building materials company in Nancheng.

In the past two years when Fengxing focused on new fields such as new energy, Dehan quickly occupied part of the building materials market in Nancheng by relying on high-quality and low-priced meal replacement building materials products.

Some companies are not strangled in the cradle at the beginning. When they become stronger, it will be difficult to kill them later.

The rise of Dehan taught Fengxing a lesson.

That is, even if you are at the top in terms of financial strength and qualifications, you must always pay attention to those colleagues below who are doing wild things. Once they become powerful, their power cannot be underestimated.

But Manager Zhang obviously didn't listen to Yan Haoyue's words.

He pulled Qiao Yu and said: "We don't talk about business at the dinner table, but we play golf. Yan Huan, let's make an appointment next time to make a hole-in-one!"

Qiao Yu raised his glass with both hands and clinked the rim with him respectfully, "Director Zhang, I'll do it, you can do whatever you want."

"readily."

Yan Haoyue saw that the negotiation card was spinning in place, and his eyes met Qiao Yu's.

After Qiao Yu finished a glass of wine, he paused and said in a deep voice: "Actually, there are advantages to the high price."

Manager Zhang's eyebrows jumped, "Oh? How do you say this?"

"The higher the quotation, the greater the room for maneuver. If you purchase a second-tier brand like Dehan, it is actually meaningless. Since Wanmei wants to build an export reputation in Nancheng, it must cooperate with us Fengxing, Dehan The reputation is average, and many people in Nancheng still recognize Fengxing, an old brand."

The second half is beautiful words.

But in the first half of the sentence... Manager Zhang's eyes clearly lit up.

He glanced at Qiao Yu while holding the wine glass, smiled, and said to Yan Haoyue: "Director Yan, your little assistant is amazing. You play golf so well, you can talk business, and you are beautiful. Little girl, you If you are willing, you can come and work at Wanmei. Our Wanmei salary and benefits are no worse than those at Fengxing."

Yan Haoyue took out the contract and pen and slapped them on the table.

She walked over and gave an "OK" gesture to Manager Zhang.

The quote remains unchanged.

Three points of "operating space".

Qiao Yu unscrewed the pen and handed it over: "Director Zhang, are you okay?"

Manager Zhang smiled almost to his temples, "You two little girls, one is soft and the other is hard, you sing the double act beautifully! As for me, I just like to do business with smart people, and I don't want to be so vain. Since you So sincere, this contract..."

He took the pen from Qiao Yu's hand and said in a cheerful voice: "I signed it!"

……

Not far from the Yan Mansion at night, a black Phantom was parked.

inside the car.

Xu Zheng scrolled to a circle of friends and was a little startled, "Master Bo, Miss Qiao just posted a circle of friends. Judging from the time, it is about the same time as when you called her."

Bo Hanshi, who was in the back seat, was wearing a pair of silver-rimmed myopia glasses. Although he still couldn't see clearly, there was no inconvenience in his daily life.

He clicked on Qiao Yu's Moments and posted a photo.

In the photo, there is a back view of a strange man swinging gracefully on the golf course.

The text accompanying the picture is: So awesome! Hole in one!

"..."

She pinched his phone because she was playing ball with this man and it was inconvenient to answer his phone?

Amazing?

Her tone was like that of a little fan girl.

Bao Hanshi frowned, and his eyes grew colder inch by inch.

Xu Zheng took a peek in the rearview mirror. It was over. Master Bo's face was almost frozen.

"Master Bo, why don't you give Miss Qiao another shot? Maybe she just slipped and died accidentally." Xu Zheng made amends.

Bo Hanshi took a deep breath, suppressed his depression, and dialed Qiao Yu's phone again.

This time, Qiao Yu didn't hang up the phone.

A cold and mechanical female voice came from the phone: "The number you dialed has been turned off. Please call again later..."

"..."

Bao Hanshi held the phone in his hand, feeling dazed for a moment.

Xu Zheng glanced back cautiously and asked hesitantly: "Is there still no one to pick up?"

"Shut down."

Xu Zheng tried hard to make amends: "...could he have been arrested by the Dulong Society? Oh my God, Miss Qiao is not in danger now, right?"

"..."

This lame and ridiculous reason.

Bo Hanshi exposed it coldly: "If you are arrested by the Dulong Society, can you still play golf?"

Xu Zheng laughed dryly, "Yes, yes... the phone must have run out of battery! Otherwise, why would it shut down? Hahaha..."

The atmosphere in the car was condensed and awkward.

A black Bentley passed by their car.

Xu Zheng's eyes lit up, "Master Bo, that seems to be the Yan family's car. Miss Qiao may be back."

……

Qiao Yu and Yan Haoyue both drank in the evening.

Yan Chen went to pick up the person.

When they arrived at Yan Mansion, Yan Chen got out of the car, opened the back seat door, and helped Qiao Yu out.

He frowned and scolded Yan Haoyue: "Xiao Huan is allergic to alcohol, how can you take her to drink?"

Yan Haoyue said with a smile: "How can we talk about business without drinking? She wants to get involved in popular business, so drinking is a must. Besides, I didn't force her to drink. Yan Huan herself didn't feel wronged. You can do it for her What are you aggrieved about?"

"..."

Qiao Yu was drunk, her steps were swaying, but she still retained a trace of sobriety, "Brother Yan, I want to drink it myself, it has nothing to do with her."

Yan Haoyue raised her eyebrows, "Did you hear that? Yan Chen, please don't accuse me unjustly."

Yan Chen helped Qiao Yu go into the house, "But I see you have a rash on your neck. Is it really okay if you don't go to the hospital?"

She is indeed allergic to alcohol and never drank alcohol before.

But after trying alcohol a few times, I found that as long as I didn’t drink too much, I would only get a rash, which was not life-threatening. “I knew it well, and I just needed to apply some allergy medicine and it would be fine.”

Yan Chen said: "In the future, drinking should be done by those who can drink."

Yan Haoyue sneered: "What do you know? You are allergic to alcohol but you can still have a few drinks with your clients. This is sincerity. Come on, Yan Huan, I will take some photos for you and send them to Manager Zhang to make him feel guilty." Will cooperate with us again in the future.”

Yan Chen looked serious, "Yan Haoyue, can you stop making trouble?"

Qiao Yu stood upright crookedly, rolled up her sleeves, and let Yan Haoyue take as many pictures as she wanted.

She looked at the light and said, "It doesn't seem too serious when photographed like this."

Yan Haoyue clicked and took several photos, "It's okay, I'll give you a P."

Yan Chen: "…………"

After Yan Haoyue finished taking the photo, Qiao Yu grabbed the door frame and was about to enter.

Behind her, a familiar deep male voice suddenly called her: "Yuyu."

"...?"

Just as Qiao Yu was about to turn around, his stomach turned upside down.

Holding on to the wall, he made a sound of "vomit" and vomited.

Xu Zheng: "…………"