Reborn as the twin sister of the male protagonist with her mortal enemy

An old man in his fifties next to him also looked a little dissatisfied and frowned.

Gu Yongan's face flushed a little, and he said awkwardly: "Director Lin, I..."

Before he could figure out what was going on, Zheng Juzi smiled and said, "Are you Director Lin? I heard Brother Gu mention you just now. He said that the country is facing a tight deadline to earn foreign exchange through exports, and you, as a leader, are on the front line..."

Zheng Hanqiu...you can flatter anyone. Have you heard of this person before?

Flattery was just a prelude, Zheng Juzi continued, "In fact, we didn't want to come either. We heard that the consumption level here is not affordable for Brother Gu's salary.

However, our factory's products are aimed at the Japanese food market. In order to help us better understand the Japanese eating habits, and to better realize export earnings and bring foreign exchange reserves to the motherland, so that there will be more jobs in his hometown, and the villagers can get rid of poverty and become rich as soon as possible,

That’s why he paid out of his own pocket to bring us here to experience Japanese dining, so that our future products can better meet the needs of customers.”

"I can tell you look friendly when I see you. It must be because of a leader like you who is strict with himself and sets an example for him that Brother Gu follows the leader's footsteps and works diligently. Although our Brother Gu doesn't like to show off or make innuendos, I believe that the leader has sharp eyes and will never misunderstand a comrade who really works hard just because of someone else's lies that distort the facts."

Well, he didn't forget to stab him again. You know how to play this "villain". Zheng Hanqiu, who was concentrating on eating, felt that the cold rice balls had a different taste.

Shan Yixing, who was standing next to Director Lin, was so angry that his face turned pale. He defined it as "distorting the facts" without naming anyone. And just because he didn't name anyone, he couldn't identify himself.

"Little girl, your factory? What kind of factory do you have?!"

Zheng Juzi nodded like a good kid and answered seriously, "Shishan Bambooware Factory."

"Our factory is not well-known yet, and even our Shishan County is not well-known, but I believe that in the future our Shishan Bambooware Factory will have a resounding reputation not only in China but also internationally."

When they heard the name, their expressions changed.

Both Ikegawa Kojiro and the order worth hundreds of millions of yen are very famous now, and the Ishiyama Bamboo Factory, which is not well-known at all, is also the focus of everyone's discussion.

Although the final result of that game was not announced, it is still very exciting that such a large foreign trade order was won by a little-known small factory.

They export tableware to Japan, so it makes sense for us to experience Japanese dining.

In an instant, Gu Yongan's act of paying out of his own pocket to do good things for the people seemed noble.

No one questioned why they were together. Gu Yongan's hometown was Shishan County, so it was reasonable to say that this move was to help his hometown.

Shan Yixing couldn't help but blurt out, "You are the orange."

Zheng Juzi frowned: "What do you mean by 'that orange'? Don't I have a name?"

Shan Yixing retorted: "Isn't your name Orange?"

Zheng Juzi was not going to tolerate him. "What's wrong with Juzi? That's my name too. Why did you add 'that' to it to make me look like a nobody? Do you want to be called 'that thing' to your face?"

Shan Yixing's face turned red with anger, but he could only hold the anger in his throat. Was he going to argue to a child that he was not a "thing"?

It would be fine if he didn’t know, but if the leader knew, there’s no way he would remain silent.

Because of the relationship with the Yang family, Director Lin also wanted to promote Gu Yongan. What's more, he was a man of real talent and knowledge. The suggestions he put forward at every meeting were feasible suggestions, which made him look good in front of the big leaders.

But some things cannot be done too obviously. After all, if you promote someone directly when he has been in your department for less than a year, the old employees will be dissatisfied.

It’s much easier to deal with him when I meet him today. His character and ability are impeccable. I will definitely give him the opportunity for promotion this year.

Of course, a leader still has to be a leader. After verbally admonishing him for a few inappropriate points and affirming his subjective initiative, the meal was then put in his name.

Since they were the host, it was natural for Director Lin to sit down and have dinner with them.

The legend says it was a child and he thought it should be at least a junior high school or high school student, but the real person he saw was actually an elementary school student.

Zheng Juzi...Are you polite? I'm already in junior high school.

However, the following conversation was quite pleasant. Director Lin didn't know how many times he felt regretful in his heart. How could this girl be only 12 years old? If she was a few years older, he would find a way to let her go to college and then come to his Ministry of Commerce.

Well, most people don’t know, but he knows that Shanghai University has a junior class, and special talents can go to university at the age of 15. Isn’t this a special talent?

If it weren't for her looks that made it impossible to fool people, he would have even thought of instigating someone to tamper with the household registration book and change her age a little bit so that she could be recruited earlier.

Although she still spoke a little childishly, he was sure that the girl's mental age could withstand the test of college.

I don’t know what kind of parents can raise such a child. The more they talk, the more I want to meet the child’s parents. If possible, he would like to adopt her as his granddaughter.

They finished the meal quite pleasantly. When they stood up, two people came over, obviously waiting for them to finish their meal so that they could come over and talk to them.

"Ms. Juzi, Miss Hanqiu, we want to talk to you." Although they had the same skin color, it was obvious as soon as they opened their mouths that they were not Chinese. They were none other than the Japanese businessman Mitsui whom they met on the train. The middle-aged man standing next to him was the person who was in the same box with Kojiro Ikegawa at the time.

Zheng Juzi asked: "What are you talking about?"

Mitsui said: "I want to talk about our cooperation."

Zheng Juzi thought to herself: The contract has been signed, you are not here to discuss the liquidated damages, right? She can accept that. But she smiled and asked, "Hasn't the contract been signed? What do you want to discuss?"

Mitsui: "I think the details of our cooperation can still be discussed."

He is also having a headache now. He doesn't know who made the contract. He clearly read it before signing it, but later he found out that the penalty for breach of contract is so high.

Yes, he wanted to breach the contract.

It’s not that the product is really bad, but after all, the material of this product is different from that of traditional disposable chopsticks on the market. He had no idea how well it would be accepted in the market, and the number of contracts signed at one time was too large.