sorry i want you

Li Yanjie still shouted at Xin Yue's back unwillingly: "The local factory won't work, you can find one from another place." But the second half of the sentence has been blocked by the glass door.

Li Yanjie left Xin Yue's apartment dejectedly.

Early the next morning, Xin Yue went on a business trip to the next city.

He only informed Chun Juexiao before boarding the plane, and Ou Jiming didn't know it at all.

When Xin Yue got off the plane, he went straight to the garment factory area. Fortunately, he had made some friends in the past few years. This place is far away from Emperor Shangao in Qingtian City. No matter how long Qin Bangzi's hand was, he couldn't reach it.

Xin Yue ran the factory for two days under the introduction of a friend, and there were several big blood cannons on the soles of his feet, but there was not a single satisfactory factory.

Either the scale is not up to standard, the delivery speed cannot be met, or the processing quality cannot meet his requirements, and there are too many orders to finish, and there is no time to take orders.

But it would be a waste of time to run any further. He had already selected one out of more than a dozen foundries and was ready to sign a contract and start production.

He has no time to spend on this now.

He drove the rented car back to the urban area, found a coffee shop closest to the hotel, and ordered a cup of coffee. He seemed to be relaxing now, but he was actually thinking about the details of the next production.

When cooperating with Zhao Donghai before, Xin Yue never had to worry about these things.So now it seems a little difficult for him to do these things.

He rubbed between his brows, even if the current difficulty is over, they will encounter more difficulties in the future, and Ou Jiming has such an attitude...

The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. He should go back and discuss whether he should hire a professional manager to take over Ou Jiming's work.

Just at this moment, in the quiet coffee shop with few tables of customers, there was an angry roar: "Gu Weiping, I didn't expect you to be such a person."

The voice came from behind Xin Yue.

"The responsibility for this is all yours, isn't it?" A mature and magnetic male voice sounded.

"Me? My responsibility? I do all this to remind you to look at me more and spend more time with me."

"So, that's how you remind me?"

"Is this how you look at me?" The young voice trembled, as if it could cry at any time.

All the guests in the coffee shop also looked this way.

Xin Yue felt embarrassed, and was wondering whether to ask the waiter to change his position. He didn't want this to be a bloody plot with a human background.

Before he had time to switch positions, he suddenly felt a burst of damp heat on his back.

A cup of coffee was poured impartially on his snow-white shirt.

The young and handsome boy angrily threw the coffee cup on the table and turned away angrily.

The empty coffee mug whirled on the table a few times before stopping.

Xin Yue held the nape of his neck with a tissue, looked back, and the facial features of a mature man came into his sight.

"Sir, I'm really sorry, you didn't get burned!" The mature man asked remorsefully.

In fact, it hurt a little, he was in a very bad mood, and he didn't want to get too involved with irrelevant people, so he just said indifferently: "It's okay."

"Your clothes... well, I will pay you back." The old and magnetic voice said to Xin Yue apologetically.

At the age of about 40, he has a unique maturity and stability of this age group, and the edges and corners of his good-looking features have been polished over the years, making him appear more friendly, especially at this time when he looks slightly apologetic, which really makes people angry.

Xin Yue sighed helplessly, and rejected the hand extended by the other party: "It's okay, I know how to deal with it myself."

The other party refused to make a fuss about it, and insisted: "How can I do it? All of this is because of me, and I can't absolve myself of the blame, so please give me a chance to make up for you."

Xin Yue hated such fake politeness, and wanted to end this meaningless conversation quickly, and then go back to the hotel to take a shower and change clothes, so he said: "Three thousand four hundred and eight."

The middle-aged man named Gu Weiping was obviously stunned for a moment: "Huh?"