Siheyuan: He Yuzhu is a man who dotes on his sister!

Zhang Ruoxuan pushed her glasses, agreed with what He Yuzhu said, nodded silently, and handed the rolled roast duck to He Yuzhu again.

"Then what should you do? The Duanmu family in the south is not easy to mess with. Xu Zheyuan has a good relationship with the Duanmu family, especially the old managers of the Duanmu family. They will definitely help."

After saying this, Zhang Ruoxuan fell silent.

"You can say whatever you want, about our relationship."

Zhang Ruoxuan sighed and said, "My grandfather told me that the former manager of the Duanmu family was very capable. My grandfather had met him and he was a very difficult person to deal with. However, he had a very good relationship with the chief, especially the current manager of the Duanmu family. Since Xu Zheyuan would go to the Duanmu family, you can also go to the chief and ask him to find the manager of the Duanmu family."

He Yuzhu smiled and said, "Isn't it the current manager, whose name is Duanmu He?"

Zhang Ruoxuan exclaimed: "You know!"

He Yuzhu smiled without saying anything and told Zhang Ruoxuan about his relationship with Duanmu He.

Zhang Ruoxuan stretched out her hand and twisted He Yuzhu's ear: "Then why did you let me go through all the trouble to investigate? I didn't sleep all night!"

He Yuzhu hurriedly asked Zhang Ruoxuan to let go, then hugged Zhang Ruoxuan and put her on his lap.

"Thank you for your hard work. I only found out about this after reading your research materials. Otherwise, I wouldn't have let you stay up late."

Zhang Ruoxuan started to act coquettishly: "I don't care, you have to compensate me."

He Yuzhu bit Zhang Ruoxuan's earlobe and chuckled, "How can we make it up to you?"

Zhang Ruoxuan looked at He Yuzhu's dishonest hand, which had already reached into her pants.

What kind of compensation is that? Just one night of companionship is enough. There is just a thin layer of window paper between the two of them.

There was a courtyard house named after He Yuzhu nearby, so the two of them went to the courtyard house. The yard was clean and the house was spotless.

Zhang Ruoxuan is knowledgeable, but she has no experience and is a little nervous.

As He Yuzhu teased her, Zhang Ruoxuan's tense breath relaxed, but soon she felt something strange and hugged He Yuzhu tightly, leaving ten bloody marks and bloodshot on He Yuzhu's back with her hands.

He Yuzhu's mind went blank. Zhang Ruoxuan's portrait became brighter and a small object appeared in the picture. It should be a book with a plain cover. As the book opened automatically, it recorded in detail the scene of her first meeting with He Yuzhu.

The gift she treasured most was a diary, especially the one with the date written on it when she first met He Yuzhu. There was a heart drawn behind the date.

As He Yuzhu came to his senses, he saw snowflakes falling outside the window.

It was windy and snowy outside, but spring was breaking out inside the house.

The next morning, the bed was in a mess. Zhang Ruoxuan was sleeping on He Yuzhu's chest, drooling all over He Yuzhu.

Zhang Ruoxuan's aura as an oriental beauty made He Yuzhu lose his spirit. For Zhang Ruoxuan's sake and also for the sake of his sexual desire, He Yuzhu gave Zhang Ruoxuan recovery pills.

In a southern city, in a mansion, Duanmu He came out of the bedroom and the servant immediately brought him a cup of coffee.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, Master."

Duanmu He went downstairs with the coffee, sat on the golden sofa, picked up the golden phone and dialed He Yuzhu's number.

He Yuzhu was not around, so the rain continued.

"Hey, who is that?"

Duanmu He looked at the phone number he dialed, and it was correct, why was it a woman speaking?

"Excuse me, is your husband He Yuzhu here?"

"My brother, he didn't come back last night. If you have anything to say, please tell me. I'll tell him when he comes back."

It turned out to be He Yuzhu’s sister.

Duanmu He then remembered that when He Yuzhu was helping here, he bought a lot of women's clothes, which turned out to be for his sister.

It seems that the two of them have a good relationship, so it’s okay to tell her.

"Hello, tell your brother when he comes back that I have learned about his situation at the steel mill. Xu Zheyuan has a good relationship with my father, so I will help him secretly and will not ship goods to Xu Zheyuan. But this matter must be kept secret, otherwise it will be difficult for me to handle it. After all, my father is still alive."

Yesterday, Xu Zheyuan did not find the current manager of the Duanmu family, but the former manager.

Duanmu He learned about the conversation between the two, so he called He Yuzhu this morning.

At this time, Duanmu Lang, the former manager of the Duanmu family, came to Duanmu He's mansion and got out of the car. He was wearing a black windbreaker. Although he was wearing sunglasses, one could still see his overly indulgent expression.

"Son, do we have much inventory at our steel mill?"

Duanmu He had just hung up the phone when he saw his father come in and hurriedly stood up to give him his seat.

"Dad, our factory doesn't produce much rolled steel. Apart from supplying it to customers, there's not much left."

As a former manager, Duanmu Lang was naturally familiar with his family's business and obviously did not believe what his son said. Although the output was not as much as that of the Sijiucheng Steel Rolling Mill, it would not be small either.

Seeing that his father didn't believe it, Duanmu He brought up Mr. Han from Shanghai. Mr. Wang from Shanghai, the Duanmu family might not be afraid, but they would have to think twice about Mr. Han from Shanghai.

When he heard the name "Shanghai Mr. Han", Duanmu Lang's expression became a little solemn.

Mr. Han from Shanghai is a person who cannot be offended, but Duanmu Lang still calls Mr. Han for Xu Zheyuan.

After He Yuzhu finished his phone call with Mr. Wang, Mr. Wang immediately informed Mr. Han that it was not enough to rely solely on Mr. Wang to exert pressure.

"Hey, who is it?"

"Master Han, I am Duanmu Lang!"

Han Ye answered nonchalantly: "Oh, you are on the phone, what's the matter?"

Duanmu Lang said: "Master Han, it is like this, is there a man named He Yuzhu under your command?"

"We are partners, not subordinates. Please address us with respect."

Mr. Han gave He Yuzhu a huge amount of face and also put pressure on Duanmu Lang. In other words, he and I have a close relationship, so if you want to cause trouble, you'd better think twice.

Can you withstand my revenge?

Duanmu Lang frowned and couldn't stop coughing a few times.

"Master Han, I would like to recommend someone to you. This person is even more capable than He Yuzhu, and his behavior is also very good."

Mr. Han smiled faintly and said, "Okay, give him my contact information."

Duanmu Lang made the connection. As a businessman, he attaches great importance to profits. I believe that Mr. Han will not dislike someone who is better than He Yuzhu in terms of ability and language talent.

So, Duanmu Lang told Xu Zheyuan about Mr. Han’s phone number and told him that this big shot was no simple person. As long as he could get in touch with this person, the crisis of the steel mill would be solved.

Xu Zheyuan had wanted to get in touch with Mr. Han in the early years, but unfortunately it was extremely difficult to get Mr. Han's phone number. This was great news, as he could get in touch with Mr. Han and solve the crisis of the steel mill's customers urging for goods.

Wait until Xu Zheyuan excitedly called Mr. Han.

"Hello, is this Mr. Han?"

"Xu Zheyuan, right?"

Xu Zheyuan didn't expect that Han Ye could call out his name at once. This made Xu Zheyuan very excited. He no longer believed anything at this moment. Han Ye had a very good relationship with He Yuzhu. Whether in business vision or ability, he was far better than He Yuzhu.

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Han, for giving me a favor and answering my call."

"You have your face, but who the hell are you? Just wait, don't think Duanmu Lang will stand up for you. If I don't get a call from He Xiaodi tomorrow saying that you didn't come to apologize, not to mention Duanmu Lang, even your father-in-law can't report you."

After saying that, Mr. Han hung up the phone angrily. What political tactics were all child's play? He only needed to give the order and a small figure like Xu Zheyuan would have to think about where to bury him.