Chapter 125 You Have No Shame

Although she was in a good mood, Shen Jingni still pretended to be impatient and asked, "Where are we going?"

Zhao Zonglan gestured for her to get into the car, his voice calm: "Wangjinglou, I'll take you to meet a few people."

Song Yanting has been very busy lately, so busy that he only sleeps three or four hours a day.

Song Qiyu was in a similar situation in Munich, Germany, spending most of his time at work, so much so that he didn't even have time to call Qin Muhuan.

Since Rong Zaiyi quit her job to travel abroad, Rong Heng's life has been anything but leisurely.

The young master was so tired that he complained in the family group every day, but fortunately he had several older sisters, so he could catch his breath occasionally.

Of the group, Xie Chengsui was the most relaxed.

Because he has the best mindset and acts most freely, he won't feel any pressure as long as the Xie family's Shengtai Group doesn't collapse.

A few people gathered at Wangjinglou today; the people from the Resources Bureau were the hosts.

There is a piece of land in the west of the city with complete supporting facilities and a dense population. It is located in a prosperous area of ​​the city and its current valuation exceeds 10 billion yuan.

Even though such a large bidding project is located in Beijing, it's rare to win it through sheer ability.

If the Zhao, Song, Xie, and Rong families want it, then no one else will have a chance.

Today, we have the second-in-command of the Resources Bureau and leaders from the Municipal Commerce Bureau.

Zhao Zonglan and Shen Jingni arrived late.

Upon entering the private room, he introduced her to several officials present, saying, "This is my girlfriend, Shen Jingni."

In such an occasion, for Mr. Zhao to introduce someone so solemnly, it's clear that no one would dare to underestimate or neglect him.

The leader from the Commerce Bureau had done his homework before coming.

He knew how much Miss Shen meant to Zhao Zonglan.

He stepped forward and shook hands with Shen Jingni, "Miss Shen, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Shen Jingni smiled politely and nodded: "Hello."

After getting to know each of the officials, they proactively gave each other their contact information.

Whether in officialdom or business, smart people don't need to speak too clearly; a glance or a small gesture is enough.

Everyone knew perfectly well that this young CEO Shen would become incredibly successful in the business world of Beijing and across the country.

Once everyone had arrived, they took their seats in turn.

Although Shen Jingni was seated next to Zhao Zonglan, the chairs were naturally spaced a little far apart because the table was large.

Zhao Zonglan crossed his legs, lazily sipped his tea, and listened casually to their discussion about the land.

They don't seem very interested.

Song Yanting yawned, and Nanfeng thoughtfully made him a strong cup of tea.

Xie Chengsui was the laziest and disliked beating around the bush the most. "We at Shengtai have no intention of bidding. It's too much trouble."

Rong Heng was the most serious of the group. He frowned and thought for a moment, saying, "If we plan it as a business district, build some high-end buildings, and appropriately improve the surrounding transportation and entertainment facilities, it should be quite good."

An official from the Resources Bureau immediately chimed in: "Yes, that's what we're considering too. It could be used to create a second CBD, and it could also drive the economic development of the surrounding area, creating a mutually beneficial and virtuous cycle."

CBD refers to Beijing's central business district, located in Chaoyang District.

Rong Heng nodded and asked Song Yanting, "Are you interested in establishing peace?"

Song Yanting took a sip of the strong tea that Nanfeng handed him, his voice gentle and warm: "It's hard to say."

"We'll make a decision after Qi Yu returns from Germany."

Xie Chengsui raised an eyebrow, his fox-like eyes narrowed with a smile, and teased, "So you're now a hands-off manager, aren't you afraid of exhausting him?"

"Oh dear, my poor Qiyu."

For such a small matter, we have to wait for Song Qiyu to come back. Sigh, he's really my brother.

Although Song Yanting did not make a clear statement, Rong Heng still felt a sense of crisis.

Because he wanted this land.

This is a hot commodity.

The outside world is in an uproar, everyone is waiting for news of the bidding.

“Then let’s have a fair competition then,” Young Master Rong said, raising his wine glass. “We can’t let you all come all this way for nothing.”

The leaders of the Resources Bureau also raised their glasses, nodded with a smile, and then turned to look at Zhao Zonglan, who had remained silent in the main seat.

"I wonder... if Mr. Zhao is interested?"

If Zhao Zonglan wanted it, not to mention those people outside, even Rong Heng probably couldn't compete with him.

Zhao Zonglan took the cigarette Chang An offered, lit it with the lighter Chang An flicked, took a deep drag, and said lazily, "Not interested."

Rong Heng was relieved.

As long as Fifth Brother doesn't fight, he has a chance of winning.

He was secretly delighted, his smile practically overflowing from his large eyes. "Director Zhang, you don't know this, but my fifth brother has never been interested in these land and property matters."

In recent years, Jingyao has indeed invested very little in real estate-related industries, focusing instead on international markets with development potential.

Shen Jingni couldn't get a word in edgewise about what they were saying, so she just sat there quietly eating.

However, this kind of occasion is still a little awkward.

Everyone else was talking about it, but she was the only one eating in silence.

I feel very out of place.

After a few bites, Shen Jingni lost interest and her appetite.

Zhao Zonglan noticed that she looked listless and seemed to have no appetite.

He stubbed out his cigarette.

His hand, with its distinct finger bones, gripped the armrest of her chair and effortlessly moved her and the chair over.

The distance between the two instantly closed.

Shen Jingni was jolted awake, her face flushed, and she glared at him irritably, "What are you doing?"

There are so many people.

Zhao Zonglan didn't take it to heart. He turned around, almost touching her, and said in a low voice, "I'll supervise your meals."

As he spoke, he picked up his chopsticks and added some more food to her plate.

Shen Jingni pouted in dissatisfaction and reached out to tug at his shirt sleeve, "No, no, I'm full."

Zhao Zonglan ignored him and said forcefully, "Finish what's in your bowl."

"We'll go back after we finish eating."

Although Shen Jingni was not very happy, the exchange terms were acceptable.

Her eyes darted around mischievously, and she leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "When we get back, could you cooperate with me to film a video?"

Zhao Zonglan frowned slightly. "A video?"

Shen Jingni's gaze couldn't help but drift downwards, landing on his leather shoes.

Zhao Zonglan knew this tactic would be effective.

Although he didn't quite understand why she liked him so much, he didn't care as long as he could please her.

However, capitalists have always been very shrewd.

Negotiation is about give and take.

“Okay,” Zhao Zonglan agreed readily, his dark eyes unfathomable, “but we have to make up for last night’s today.”

"I didn't do it last night."

Therefore, it needs to be supplemented.

These are the conditions of capitalists.

Shen Jingni's face flushed even redder.

She raised her hand to slap him, scolding him playfully, "You shameless bastard."

Seeing that the little fox's ears had turned red, Zhao Zonglan smiled faintly and continued to tease her in a casual tone: "Do you agree or not, President Chen? Give me an answer."

Shen Jingni hurriedly raised her hands to cover her ears, muttering, "I don't want to hear it, I don't want to hear it."

Zhao Zonglan was in a good mood. He leaned back in his chair and looked at her cute and shy appearance, his smile widening.

"That means you agree."