drowning tide

"As a well-established enterprise, even if the financial situation of Shengjiang has eased in recent years, there are still many historical issues that need to be dealt with. These will become the consideration factors of the other party's investment consultants. Not only does it not have a decisive advantage, but it will be dragged down by these things and put you at a disadvantage. My proposal is to show sincerity by lowering the share ratio, but the ratio should not be too high. After all, we are doing business in partnership, not charity..."

After the episode subsided, Yin Yuan continued to speak from where he was interrupted, "What's your opinion on this?"

"Listen to you, listen to you, whatever you think is good, I have no objection."

Wen Zhicheng yawned and rubbed his eyes while listening, his eyes were never fully opened for a moment, like a smoker who smoked a big cigarette, "How much more is there?" He wiped away the tears that flowed out, and asked vaguely.

If it wasn't for talking about this project, he would be able to overwhelm Wen Fan's bastard in front of Wen Zhengting, and he wouldn't stay up in the middle of the night just for this kind of thing.

"Soon." Yin Yuan simply flipped through the notes at the back, leaving a gap of about one centimeter between his thumb and index finger, "There are still so many."

"There are so many more? Tomorrow... Forget it, forget it, hurry up and let me listen. Next time you talk about it, you may have to start from the beginning. I can't bear this crime."

Thinking of stretching out his head and shrinking his head, Wen Zhicheng nodded to him as if death was worse than long-term pain, "Go on, don't waste time."

"Thank you for your hard work."

There is a thick stack of business contracts, even though Yin Yuan tried to focus on the key points, but the base is here, it still took almost two hours to talk about it from the beginning.

"...It's almost over here."

Wen Zhicheng almost didn't react when he said it was over, "It's not over...ah, is it over?"

Yin Yuan repeated it patiently, "Yes, it's over."

Wen Zhicheng, who was sitting stiffly, stretched his waist and stretched the muscles around his shoulders, "Except for being scolded by the old man, I have never listened to others so seriously in my life. You should feel honored."

He muttered a few more words behind him, but Yin Yuan couldn't hear clearly, "What did you say?"

"I said, it's all to blame for that unlucky short-lived ghost." Wen Zhicheng glanced at him, as if he was talking about why he had a deaf problem at a young age.

"Who?" Yin Yuan really didn't know why he suddenly said this.

"Who else? It's Shengjiang's former boss." Wen Zhicheng became angry when he mentioned this matter, and his speech speed was several degrees faster, "If he doesn't die, I will clean up the mess for him? It's unlucky, I am unlucky enough to kill me even if I die. If I say this kind of shabby company, it should be dismantled and sold... Oh, no, it still has some value to me now, and it will have to wait until I get it all down, that little bastard. Say it again."

In his superficial knowledge, if there is no Shengjiang, who has been losing money year after year, Wen Zhengting will give him the management of other branches with good profitability, so it is said that Shengjiang blocked his way.

Having vented enough, he stood up and poured himself a glass of low-alcohol wine, unaware that someone was staring at his back coldly.

For Yin Yuan, killing a fat-headed waste like Wen Zhicheng is easier than slaughtering a pig—he just needs to walk over and grab his throat, and he can easily break his neck.

Cold anger filled his chest, and when he was about to take this step, there was a voice next to his ear saying: "Useless things, after so many years, you still haven't grown at all? "

It was Uncle Chen's voice.He froze in place.It is very simple to kill Wen Zhicheng, but what benefits can be gained by killing him?His true enemy is still at large, and the ghosts of the dead still do not rest in peace.

If he is exposed here, not only will his hard work in the past ten years be in vain, but those who paved the way for him will also be killed in vain.Just wait a little longer, when the time comes, none of these people will even try to run away.

The blood-clotting enmity should be repaid with equal or even more blood, and waiting before that is always worthwhile.

"Go back to sleep, why are you still standing there? It's troublesome to be next to the old man. He has to get up at seven in the morning. He doesn't like me and wants me to wait on him. I really don't know what he is thinking."

The haze belonging to Nie Xicheng faded away, and he once again returned to the forbearing and loyal Yin Yuan.

"...It's nothing." His voice was still a little dry.

Unaware of the passing death, Wen Zhicheng felt that his appearance was a little strange and didn't think much about it.He was so sleepy that his upper and lower eyelids were glued together, and he just wanted to sleep quickly so that he would have the energy to deal with his father's cynicism in the morning.

"Come on, do you want me to go out to see you off?"

"I'm leaving, I wish you a sweet dream."

Wen Zhicheng waved his hand, signaling to him not to fix so many things, and it is right to leave quickly.

He returned to his room, and before entering the door, he checked the small traps arranged before leaving.Seeing that the small piece of note paper was still stuck between the cracks in the door, he exhaled slowly, still not completely relieved of his vigilance, after entering, he checked several places to make sure that no one else came in during the time he was away However, he took out the mobile phone with his contact record with Uncle Chen from his pocket.

He first took out the phone card, broke it, lit it with a lighter, and then smashed the phone body to the point where it could not be recovered and rushed it into the sewer.

After finishing the necessary finishing work, his heart beat fast - he has done more dangerous things than this, every time it was like stepping on the tip of a knife, a little bit of carelessness would be completely irreversible, but Never has he been so nervous.

"Unlucky short-lived ghost..." He looked blankly at the light above his head, showing a rare weakness in his expression, "Actually, Wen Zhicheng was right. If you weren't unlucky, why would you betray your relatives?"

Including Wen Zhicheng, many people don't know the origin of the name Sheng Jiang: the man who chose the name is a very vulgar man who hasn't read much, so when naming the company, he almost instinctively thought of his favorite name. Names of people close to you.

Nie Yuansheng and Jiang Xue, a gangster and a popular TV actress, two people who don't match at all, but they love each other.Originally, the man wanted to name the company Yuanxue, but his wife thought it was too feminine and not masculine at all, so the two argued for a long time before choosing a compromise plan, Shengjiang.

Shengjiang was established, and after the initial difficult period, the couple's life became more and more prosperous, so they chose to have children-although the man wanted a girl like his wife more, what he gave birth to was a boy. Boy, healthy, like any normal boy.He still remembers the man picking him up, stabbing him with his unshaven face, playing with him, and Jiang Xue, who has retired since giving birth, looked at them with a smile, and said softly, be careful, don’t bumped.

All the good things disappeared in a blink of an eye, and only the cold urn, the grief-stricken face of his mother and the impatience of his uncles remained with him.

The long happy time dissipated like a cloud of smoke, after all, it was all a long time ago.

The surging grief and hatred overwhelmed him, and he could hardly breathe, "...Dad." He uttered these two words in a low voice, and then covered his mouth and retched.