Rebirth of the Ultimate Marriage

The emergency meeting for Max to inspect the market in China is over, and the task of entertaining Max's marketing director on weekends this week falls to Zhou Tongpeng who has already made an appointment with Max's marketing director for dinner.

Regarding this point, no one has any objection. After all, Zhou Tongpeng used his relationship to wake up this opportunity for himself, and others can't say anything.

When the meeting ended, Zhou Tongpeng walked up to Wei Chen, and said with a polite smile, "I heard that Director Wei has been preparing Max's materials recently, otherwise, how about Director Wei going with me to the dinner with Max's marketing director on weekends?"

"Thank you, Deputy Director Zhou, for your kindness." Wei Chen closed the file and said indifferently: "I appreciate this kindness, and I have already made arrangements for weekends and weekends."

"Really? That's a pity." Zhou Tongpeng showed a look of regret, and said: "Max's marketing director also mentioned Director Wei to me, saying that you are young and promising, and you want to make friends with Director Wei if you have the opportunity .”

Wei Chen didn't change his face, as if he didn't have any regrets if he didn't meet Max's marketing director, he said: "Please tell Max's marketing director, Deputy Director Zhou, thank you for his compliment, next time he comes to China again At that time, Wei Chen must do his best to be a landlord. Zhou Tongpeng wanted to show his hand in front of Wei Chen, but he didn't expect Wei Chen's response to be so cold. No matter whether this reaction was fake or not, Zhou Tongpeng felt a The powerlessness of a punch on cotton.

"Vice Chairman Zhou still has something to do?" Wei Chen got up and was about to leave the conference room, but Zhou Tongpeng was still standing in front of him, blocking Wei Chen's way.

Zhou Tongpeng shook his head, turned sideways to make way for Wei Chen, and reconfirmed: "Director Wei really won't go with me to meet Max's marketing director?"

"I wish Deputy Director Zhou the best of luck." Wei Chen passed by Zhou Tongpeng, and he really didn't intend to go with Zhou Tongpeng to meet Max's marketing director.

Zhou Tongpeng squinted his eyes as he watched Wei Chen's tall and straight back.

"Isn't this Wei Chen too ignorant of flattery? Deputy Director Zhou, you invited him to go with you to give him a chance, but he refused. It's a waste of all your hard work, Deputy Director Zhou." A department manager witnessed this. Everything, said on the side, with a flattering face, and the words are full of flattery.

Zhou Tongpeng didn't answer him, the manager of this department seemed a little embarrassed, laughed a few times and left.

Wei Chen left the meeting room and did not return to his office, but took the elevator upstairs to the chairman's office.Sheng Jiaqi and Wei Chen left the meeting room step by step. At this moment, Sheng Jiaqi had just arrived at his office, and when he heard the knock on the door, he knew it was Wei Chen.

"Come in." Sheng Jiaqi said.

Wei Chen pushed the door open and came in, and asked, "Is there anything the chairman wants from me?"

The Sheng family got straight to the point, "How sure are you of winning Max's exclusive agency?"

"Eighty percent." Wei Chen said, maybe this probability is a fantasy if it comes from someone else's mouth, but if it is said from Wei Chen's mouth, then the probability can be higher, because Wei Chen is very conservative estimate.

The Sheng family laughed, "I appreciate your confidence. As far as I know, it's not just Max's marketing director who came to China to inspect the market this time. Max's current chairman, Mr. Morey, also came together."

Fingal Morey, the current chairman of Max, holds 50.00% of the shares of Max Group, and Max is already the voice of Fingal Morey.As long as Fingal Morey can be won, Changfeng Group will become the exclusive agent of Max.

Wei Chen didn't show any surprise when he heard the words. He obviously knew about the news. Although his network in this area is not as good as that of the Sheng family who has been in business for many years, he has already formed a network. You can still hear a thing or two about the news of the snooping.

"Mr. Morey likes Huaguo culture very much. He is called Huaguotong by his friends. He likes Mr. Sun's ink paintings the most." Sheng Jiaqi continued, and relayed the news that he had heard about Fingal Morey to Wei Chen, "Mr. Morey won't be traveling with Max's marketing director this time. Although Morey is called Huaguo Tong, this is his first visit to China, so his destination this time is very important." W Ancient Town in Jiangnan Province with the charm of the ancient Jiangnan of Huaguo.”

Sheng Jiaqi has had several contacts with Fingal Morey, and knows a little about this person, and he said it a bit euphemistically. Fingal Morey is not only fond of Mr. Sun's ink paintings, but already It's reached the point of frenzy.

It's a pity, it's a pity that Mr. Sun has not had a new work on the market for a long time. If there is, he would not mind giving Mr. Morey a pair of Mr. Sun's ink paintings, even though he knows that Mr. Sun's paintings have been fired now. It has become a sky-high price.

Of course, Sheng Jiaqi seems to be right in thinking this way, but Sheng Jiaqi knows that if he really has Mr. Sun's painting in his hand, it's one thing for him to be reluctant to take it out.

Because of Chen Li, Wei Chen has a superficial understanding of these art circles. Wei Chen may not know about other art circles, but Wei Chen has heard of Mr. Sun's name.

Mr. Sun can be said to be a national player. His ink paintings are hung in the Great Hall of the People, and even every important meeting room that symbolizes the country has Mr. Sun's ink paintings.

Wei Chen doesn't know painting, and has never seen Mr. Sun's paintings. He only knows that this is a famous artist in the art world, and he has made great contributions to promoting Huaguo's traditional Chinese painting to the world.

Of course, what Wei Chen finds interesting is not Mr. Sun, but the destination of Mr. Morey's visit to China this time.It was really a coincidence that this weekend, the destination of the group tour of Chen Li's class was the same as that of Mr. Morey.

"So, Director Wei, after knowing this, what is your success rate of getting the general agent of Max Huaguo?" Sheng Jiaqi didn't know what Wei Chen was thinking, so he asked, with a serious expression on his face.

Wei Chen came back to his senses, "Ninety percent."

Sheng Jiaqi shook his head, "What I want is 100%, I believe you can do it."

"I will definitely live up to my expectations." Wei Chen didn't make any excuses for himself, and then the Sheng family set up a mission that didn't give them any way out.

Only then did Sheng Jiaqi laugh, "Then I'll wait for good news from Director Wei."

Others naturally had no way of knowing what the Chairman's Office was discussing behind closed doors, but when Wei Chen entered the Chairman's Office and when he left the Chairman's Office, Zhou Tongpeng's ears were immediately heard.

"Deputy Director Zhou, the chairman isn't talking about Max with Director Wei, is he?"

At the moment, sitting in Vice Chairman Zhou's office is Li Mingchang, who just took up the position of Deputy General Manager last year. He was wondering what Wei Chen had been talking about for half an hour after entering the chairman's office.

"Let them talk." Zhou Tongpeng didn't care, he had already seized the opportunity, and even the relationship that should be dredged had been dredged up. Wei Chen and the Sheng family talked all day long, but couldn't find any countermeasures. Max The credit for this can only be that Zhou Tongpeng didn't run away!

Li Ming saw that Zhou Tongpeng looked confident, and his worries were reduced a lot, but he always felt that something was wrong.Wei Chen and the Sheng family got together, and it's not normal if something doesn't happen.

After all, the one who strikes first may not necessarily be stronger, and the one who strikes later may not necessarily suffer.

But seeing Zhou Tongpeng's appearance, Li Mingchang would not foolishly raise Zhou Tongpeng's interest.

"I know your worries, but don't worry, I've already cleared up this matter." Zhou Tongpeng saw Li Mingchang's worries from his hesitation to speak, smiled, and said a little frightened.

After Zhou Tongpeng said so, Li Mingchang naturally couldn't question anything. After talking with Zhou Tongpeng about other work-related matters, Li Mingchang left.

Zhou Tongpeng asked the secretary to play the disc, and the retro music jumped out of the disc player. Zhou Tongpeng's fingers patted the armrest of the chair in a regular manner, and hummed along with the music.

As night fell, Wei Chen came out of the bathroom after taking a shower. He didn't see Chen Li, so he knew that Chen Li had gone to the studio again.

Wei Chen went to the kitchen and poured a glass of milk for Chen Li in the studio.

The door of the studio was not closed. In order not to scare Chen Li, Wei Chen deliberately made noises while walking. When he walked in front of Chen Li, he realized that Chen Li was not drawing, but writing with a brush, and it was written by Wei Chen. Chen looked at the cursive script that he couldn't understand at first glance.

Mr. Wei is a master of calligraphy. Wei Chen studied by Mr. Wei's side since he was a child. Under his influence, he also has a certain understanding of calligraphy. Now that he looks at Chen Li's calligraphy, he knows that it is a good handwriting.

When Chen Li made the last stroke, he found Wei Chen standing beside him.

"Achen."

"En." Wei Chen responded, handed the milk to Chen Li, and asked, "How did you start practicing calligraphy?"

"The teacher asked me to learn, saying that if you want to learn Chinese painting, you must have a foundation in calligraphy." Chen Li took the milk that Wei Chen handed over, and said without any concealment.

Wei Chen became even more curious now, "Teacher? Does Mr. Zhuge Yu know how to paint Chinese?"

Chen Li shook his head, took a sip of milk, "It's not this teacher." At this point, Chen Li remembered that Zhuge Yu had introduced him to a teacher of traditional Chinese painting, and he hadn't told Wei Chen about it, so he took the initiative to explain: " On the day you returned to Shanghai, the teacher took me to meet a man who is very good at Chinese painting." Having said this, Chen Li's eyes lit up, and he really admired his new teacher.

"He asked me to draw a Chinese painting, and after I painted it, he said he would accept me as a student."

With a simple statement, Wei Chen also understood the ins and outs of the matter.No wonder, Li Li is going to learn traditional Chinese painting, so he only started to practice calligraphy at this time.

But Wei Chen didn't ask Chen Lixin's Chinese painting teacher's name, Zhuge Yu introduced it, so it wouldn't be too bad.

At this moment, Chen Li took another sip of milk, leaving a milk mustache on his lips. He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. His unconscious appearance was very seductive. Wei Chen was looking at Chen Li, but now I'm so busy looking away for a while.

I don't know if it's because of the hot blood. During this period of time, I have lost control more and more, and my anger is a little bit high, and I have acne on my forehead.

Chen Li didn't know what Wei Chen was thinking, so he drank the remaining milk in the cup and said, "Can Ah Chen know how to write? Can you teach me?"

Wei Chen had indeed learned calligraphy from Mr. Wei, calligraphy to cultivate one's character. Wei Chen was in need of such a thing right now, so he turned his head without even thinking about it.

Spreading out the rice paper, holding and moving the brush, Wei Chen's movements were done in one go. What he wrote was running script, flowing like flowing water.

They all say that their words are like their own, and this is very applicable to Wei Chen.

Wei Chen's handwriting has edges and corners, and the strokes are crisp and sharp, giving people a sense of aloofness and loneliness. The sharpness and oppression hit the face, and it can even be said to be penetrating.

Chen Li stared at Wei Chen's words for a while, and when he looked at Wei Chen again, his eyes lit up, a little adored.

"Achen, teach me how to write." Chen Li said.

"Okay." Wei Chen couldn't help but reached out and rubbed Chen Li's hair, and agreed.

With calligraphy as a diversion, the heat in Wei Chen's body also calmed down a lot, but Wei Chen knew that as long as Chen Li was around, he would visit him from time to time for such heat.

"Li Li, hurry up and get stronger." Wei Chen murmured again as he looked at Chen Li who lowered his head and was serious about writing.