My boss betrayed me

Chapter 171 Luo Song Hanging on the Wall

Leng Ruohan opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and said with a smile: "Hey, I personally went to survey that piece of land.

Wow, that place is absolutely amazing! Just grab a handful of soil and it feels like you can squeeze out gold.

"He waved his hands excitedly, his eyes flashing with a fiery light, thinking to himself: This is really a treasure land. If I can get it, I will make a fortune. Unfortunately, his strength does not allow it, so he can only sigh in despair.

"I don't know how you guys got that piece of land, it's incredible.

If this land fell into my hands, I would definitely develop a residential area.

Assuming that each building has six floors, I estimate that the revenue must be at least 50 million.

Of course, it would definitely be more profitable for you to invest in hotels now, but the investment is large and the cycle is long, and you really can't make that money without sufficient strength.

Let’s just say, this is not something that ordinary people can handle.

Just like playing a game, without high-end equipment and powerful skills, you would not dare to challenge such a difficult task. "

Xia Muchu patiently listened to Leng Ruohan's endless chatter about business, and when he finally stopped talking, he got back to the point and asked, "How are your preparations for the bidding going?"

“Oh, give up.

"Leng Ruohan waved his hands helplessly, a trace of frustration on his face. He felt disappointed: I had thought I could fight for it with Xia Muchu's face, but I didn't expect the gap to be so big.

"I wanted to borrow your chairman's face to fight for it, but after looking at the drawings and models, especially seeing that all the bidders were big-name companies, I knew I had no chance.

We are not on the same level at all. I can't ask you for help. It's not something that can be accomplished by just relying on face.

This is like a bronze player meeting a king, there is no way to beat him.

I, Leng Ruohan, am not the kind of person who is ignorant of the immensity of the world. I have to admit defeat when it is time to do so.

"He shrugged, lowered his head slightly, and sighed in his heart: Forget it, let's not mess around, and find another opportunity later.

Leng Ruohan paused, then continued, "But we have to be more open-minded.

Although I love money, I also know what can be accomplished and what cannot be accomplished.

We can't just push forward, that would be asking for trouble.

It’s like chasing after a goddess. You know you’re not her type, but you still keep pestering her. Aren’t you just asking for trouble?

"Speaking of this, he showed a self-deprecating smile, and his heart was relieved: Yes, if you can't force something, don't waste your energy.

Xia Muchu frowned slightly and said, "It's indeed a pity."

Leng Ruohan shrugged and said, “There’s nothing I can do.

But having said that, if you can do a good job with this hotel project, the profits will be enormous, absolutely amazing.

Maybe I will have to cling to your thighs at that time.

Hey.

"He smiled wickedly and winked at Xia Muchu, and a glimmer of hope ignited in his heart: maybe he could get some benefits from Xia Muchu in the future.

“Thanks, bro.

"Xia Muchu let out a long sigh and said," I have been worrying about this matter since I received your call at the door. I was really afraid of offending you.

We can't let this hurt our brotherly feelings."

“What are you talking about?

"Leng Ruohan said," I'm happier than anything else that we met today, otherwise I would have gone back long ago.

This is what we call fate.

Maybe this is another path God has arranged for us.

"He spread his hands, his face full of relief, but in his heart he was thinking: Yes, although the bid failed, it's nice to meet old friends, there is still a long way to go in the future.

Xia Muchu looked at his watch and said, "We haven't seen each other for more than a year, so stay for two more days.

I'll treat you to dinner tonight.

Let's have a chat, and leave your room number."

“Then I’ll be more proud.

"Leng Ruohan wrote the number on a piece of paper, stood up and handed it to Xia Muchu and said, "If you have anything else to do, I'll take my leave first. I'll wait for your call in the evening.

Awesome!

"After saying that, he waved to Xia Muchu, turned around and strode away, his heart full of expectations: I can have a good chat with Xia Muchu in the evening, maybe I can find new business opportunities.

After Leng Ruohan and the other two left, Xia Muchu put the suitcase containing the passport into the bedroom, locked the door, and then locked the office door.

Only then did he realize that several company executives had already been waiting for him at the door. He seemed to have seen one of them at the airport, but he didn't recognize him.

The familiar person took the initiative to introduce himself and turned out to be Manager Ma from the Public Relations Department.

He said: "Chairman, the guests are almost here, and several city leaders will be here soon.

The general manager asks you to come to the venue immediately.

We can’t delay this important moment.”

Xia Muchu locked the door and followed them to the conference room.

The conference hall was filled with a solemn yet festive atmosphere.

Hostesses wearing colorful ribbons lined up to greet every guest who entered the venue. The podium was covered with colorful flags and flowers, and soothing music flowed gently without people noticing.

The most eye-catching thing is the large golden characters on the red banner: The unveiling ceremony of Hanzhou Grapul Co., Ltd.

Almost all the distinguished guests present were prestigious figures from all walks of life in Hanzhou. Although their number was not large, it reflected an extremely high standard.

Under the guidance of the public relations manager, Xia Muchu and Xi'er kept repeating introductions, handshakes and greetings.

When several city leaders arrived, the scene became even more cordial, warm and monotonous.

This is a scene that many people deliberately pursue. It symbolizes being valued and recognized, and it is a measure of the value of existence.

However, Xia Muchu felt nothing at this moment. He felt more like an actor, acting out a life tragedy whose ending he already knew.

The director of Hanzhou Municipal Economic Commission began his speech.

Xia Muchu didn't listen to what the director was saying, nor did he need to listen. It was a standardized dialogue that every government official had memorized and could be used repeatedly in similar occasions.

Xia Muchu's eyes were always on a reporter. He knew that person. They used to be colleagues, but they had not had the chance to say hello yet.

After the director finished his speech, there was warm applause in the hall, and Xia Muchu also applauded.

Afterwards, he took the podium.

He had no preparation and spoke completely from the heart.

He said: "First of all, on behalf of Hanzhou Grapple Company, I would like to thank the Hanzhou Municipal Government and friends from all walks of life in Hanzhou for their strong support to our company. Thank you.

I would like to take this opportunity to thank my friends for giving me the opportunity to work at Grapple and for their trust.

It should be said that Hanzhou is my second hometown. I have studied, worked and lived in this city. Here are the streets and friends I am familiar with.

At this moment, I don’t know what words should be used to better express my feelings. I just want to say that I will work hard and hope to be worthy of the land of Hanzhou, worthy of Grapul Company, and worthy of my friends who trust me.

Thank you." Xia Muchu used the word "I'm sorry" three times in a row.

Xia Muchu's speech seemed to deviate from the usual routine, but no one cared about it, and as usual, applause broke out in the hall.

Hill was also clapping, but seemed absent-minded. He was chewing on the three "worthy"s that the translator had just told him. He watched Xia Muchu and the director of the Economic Commission cutting the ribbon and unveiling the plaque, and a sense of empty confusion arose in his heart.

In the office of Rome Eurasia Culture and Art Communication Co., Ltd., Nangong Yue was in charge of the computer printer printing the second half of the manuscript of "The Path of Cultivation".

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