The world of Chinese style creates a prosperous era for girl groups

Qin Jiali was filled with resentment and hit Xia Haoyang with her head, but she fell to the ground and was unable to get up for a while. She barely stood up with the help of Zeng Jingyi and Xiao Mengyan.

Needless to say, Xia Haoyang must be blamed. The girl hit you with her head, but you didn't fall down. Instead, you made her fall and look embarrassed. You don't know how to be gentle with girls. You must apologize!

Many times, the essence of right or wrong is no longer important. When everyone is righteously saying that Xia Haoyang should apologize, then Xia Haoyang can only apologize and admit his mistake.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong, Jiali, please forgive me, I will never call you Qiu Jiali again."

"I'm so angry, you are the ball. Your whole family, no, your whole family except Jingyi are all balls. The fat boss did it on purpose. I don't care. I'm angry!"

"Okay, okay, I was wrong. How about I treat everyone to a big dinner at noon tomorrow?"

"You were supposed to treat me to lunch for a week, so why don't you treat me to dinner for three days in a row? Then I'll forgive you."

"Okay, I'll treat you to dinner for three consecutive days. Is that okay, ladies?" Xia Haoyang looked around at Juzi, his agent Xiao Liu, the client Qin Jiali, Shao Minzhi and others.

"Hmph, you're lucky." Juzi glanced at Xia Haoyang with disdain, then led the way away.

After finally dealing with these women, Xia Haoyang returned to his office. Not long after he sat down, a phone call came in.

"Sister Fei, what's the matter?" Generally speaking, the calls that come in from the front desk are calls that Xia Haoyang is not familiar with, but are relatively important.

"Boss Xia, Mr. Huang called and said he wants to discuss something with you. Do you need me to put you on the line?"

"Mr. Huang? Which Mr. Huang?" Xia Haoyang thought about it but couldn't remember which Mr. Huang.

"He said he was the president of Pinxixi, and the new richest man in China..." Sister Fei's words trembled a little.

Xia Haoyang remembered and immediately realized that it might be related to the incident in which Han Xiyu collided with a bicycle some time ago, "Come in."

"Ok."

"Hello, I'm Xia Haoyang."

"Hello, Mr. Xia, I'm Huang Zheng."

"Hello, Mr. Huang. What are you calling for?"

"Mr. Xia, I heard that you had some disputes with my child before? I just found out about it today, so I called to apologize. My child is usually wild, and I have a lot of things to do, so sometimes I can't manage him well. I hope Mr. Xia won't mind it too much. The scratch on the bicycle is just a small matter. Can I apologize to you and let this matter go?"

It should be said that the purpose of Mr. Huang's call and the content of the conversation were basically within Xia Haoyang's expectations.

"Mr. Huang, you are too polite. In fact, our people were also at fault in this matter, and we almost bumped into your son. I feel very sorry." Since the other party gave him a way out, Xia Haoyang naturally took over the conversation and turned the hostility into friendship.

"Hey, this is his own fault. Riding a bicycle around on the road, it's only a matter of time before he gets into trouble. Just ignore him. Remember that Mr. Xia is the nephew of Mr. Xie, the first-rank official in Miaocheng, right? When Mr. Xie's son got married, I saw Mr. Xia from a distance at the wedding. Mainly because there were too many people around you at that time, I didn't go up to join in the fun and say hello. But Mr. Xie often mentioned you in front of me, saying that you were the leader of the younger generation of the sixteen families in Kuaiji. In fact, Mr. Xia is no longer the leader of the younger generation in Kuaiji, but a heavyweight figure in my country who would tremble three times if he coughed."

"Mr. Huang, you are too kind. I also saw Mr. Huang standing next to my uncle at the wedding of my cousin from the Xie family. I was the younger generation, so I didn't dare to go up to greet him. Because such things should be done by parents, I can joke and chat with the younger generation, but I am still a little intimidated to deal with industry leaders like you. I also hope that Mr. Huang will give me more support and help in the future."

The new richest man, Mr. Huang, praised Xia Haoyang. He did not suppress him by his age or status, but addressed him as "you". He also mentioned someone they both knew - Xie Zhaoyang, the head of the Xie family, and used the word "Old Xie" to express his closeness to the Xie family, which was actually also an expression of his closeness to Xia Haoyang.

Xia Haoyang naturally understood what the other party meant. He was always communicating as a junior, which was also a way to express respect for the other party.

At this point in the conversation, the goals of both parties had been achieved. Mr. Huang knew that his son had an unhappy argument with Xia Haoyang over a bicycle. After weighing the pros and cons, he immediately decided to call and resolve the matter himself. It was not that Mr. Huang was afraid of Xia Haoyang or the Sixteen Families of Kuaiji, but it was unnecessary.

When doing business, a businessman should make money through harmony and be good at dealing with people. The more friends he has, the easier his life will be.

Therefore, Mr. Huang did not care whether Xia Haoyang's men hit his beloved son's bicycle or not. It was definitely more appropriate to use this opportunity to show goodwill to Xia Haoyang than to charge hundreds of thousands of dollars for repairs. This was how a businessman analyzed the pros and cons.

Xia Haoyang was happy that the matter could be resolved peacefully. He didn't know what the relationship between his uncle and Mr. Huang was. But what Xia Haoyang knew was that it was best not to provoke such a big shot, and to be friends rather than enemies.

After hanging up the phone, Xia Haoyang felt relieved. Although he had almost forgotten about this matter during this period of time, it was always good to have a satisfactory resolution.

Turning on his cell phone, Xia Haoyang called Han Xiyu.

"What's up Fatty?"

"Where are you?"

"I'm supervising the construction at the school. The two main buildings of the school will be capped today. We may hold a ceremony to celebrate later."

"That's great. Then come to the company after you're done."

"Fuck, I don't know what time it will be after the topping-out ceremony. Why am I still coming to the company? What's the matter?"

"Oh, the organization has decided that you will treat us to dinner tonight. If you come late, I will tell you the address of the dinner later and you can just come over to pay the bill."

“I bought a watch last year.”

"Don't complain. This is the organization's trust in you. Remember to come. I'll hang up first. You're busy."

Han Xiyu was helpless when he received such a call, but he trusted his brother and knew that Fatty would not ask him to go back to the company just to pay for a meal. If it was just such a thing, he could pay via WeChat transfer, and generally speaking, he would not ask people who were not in the company to come back to treat him to a meal unless it was necessary.

So after a busy afternoon, Han Xiyu drove his sports car to the private restaurant that Xia Haoyang had told him about.

When he opened the door of the private room, he saw the whole company playing and laughing, eating and drinking happily. Han Xiyu smiled knowingly, "Leave the left leg of roast goose to me. Do you have any iced cola? I'm so thirsty. I want a bottle of iced cola."