Chapter 370

The next day, at the Dongfang Factory.

Following the plan he had discussed with Ji Wanmei beforehand, Ji Xingguo went to the factory and asked someone to find Yang Zhiping. He told Yang Zhiping that as the factory director, Ji Xingguo wanted to personally meet with the two foreign businessmen.

Since this is an informal meeting before formally discussing cooperation, it is appropriate to arrange it in a hotel.

Yang Zhiping was very skilled at handling such reception matters, having inherited his father, Deputy Factory Director Yang's, expertise. He immediately said he would make the arrangements.

"Wait a minute." Ji Xingguo, sitting behind his desk, called out to Yang Zhiping with a serious expression, "Since this is a reception for guests, why don't you invite your father along? He has more experience and is better at dealing with these investors and businessmen."

Yang Zhiping's smugness was palpable, and he said solicitously, "Don't worry, Director Ji, I'll inform my dad. He'll definitely be there for dinner tonight!"

Ji Xingguo remained calm and waved his hand, "Okay, go ahead."

Ji Xingguo's face darkened only after Yang Zhiping left the office.

Judging from this kid's smug and confident demeanor, he's probably already set a trap, just waiting for Ji Xingguo to walk right into it.

Today, Ji Xingguo took the initiative to ask Yang Zhiping to arrange a dinner party, which was exactly what he wanted.

With his hands in his pockets and whistling, Yang Zhiping returned to his office in the foreign investment promotion department and took out his latest mobile phone from the drawer.

This thing is expensive; one costs tens of thousands.

Yang Zhiping bought it in Guangzhou. There was a lot of money to be made in the foreign investment promotion department. If he didn't want to arouse suspicion from others in the factory, Yang Zhiping would have bought a Santana long ago.

It was his father who advised him to keep a low profile.

Unlike before in Guangzhou, where no one was watching or supervising him and he could make money however he wanted, back at the factory he still had to be careful because there were many people around and he didn't want to give anyone any leverage against him.

Yang Changhua said to Yang Zhiping that as long as they could take advantage of the foreign investment in the state-owned factory and transfer the factory to their own hands, the Dongfang Factory would be theirs, and they would no longer have to put up with that old bastard Ji Xingguo.

Thinking back to when he was in Ji Xingguo's office earlier, Ji Xingguo's condescending face and the leader's attitude made Yang Zhiping feel that he had to be subservient in front of him.

Thinking about this, Yang Zhiping felt extremely uncomfortable, with a twisted resentment in his heart.

You old bastard surnamed Ji, I, Yang Zhiping, will teach you a lesson one day!

I want you to be like a lapdog, groveling before me and obeying my every command.

I expect you to beg me to marry your daughter just so you can survive and have food to eat.

The thought of Ji Wanmei's increasingly beautiful and charming face and alluring figure over the past two years made Yang Zhiping's mind wander.

His recently waning virility is gradually starting to show signs of resurgence.

It's probably because when God opens a window for you, He always closes a door.

Perhaps it's because I've committed too many sins, and retribution will eventually come.

Yang Zhiping has been feeling increasingly powerless lately when he meets with his mistress.

No matter how young or seductive her lover was, Yang Zhiping would always finish in less than a minute after he bent down.

He lost face, and the other person looked at him with suspicion.

A man's confidence in that area often stems from a physical response to a psychological state, and then from a psychological state back to a physical one.

If it didn't work the first or second time, he would leave disappointed. Every time he got to bed, Yang Zhiping would become particularly irritable and gloomy. In order to revive his virility, he tried all sorts of tricks.

It just won't work.

Sometimes, due to his bad mood, he would kill himself before he was even ready.

Sometimes he would ask his lover to do it for him, but even after a long time, he still couldn't get an erection.

This incident caused Yang Zhiping's mind to become dark and twisted.

Yang Zhiping only felt excited when he thought of Ji Wanmei and fantasized about her, imagining that the woman lying beneath him was Ji Wanmei.

What you can't have always seems the most desirable.

Now Yang Zhiping feels that he is no longer interested in other women, and he only wants to get Ji Wanmei.

If he and his father plan this carefully, they can set a trap to make that old bastard Ji Xingguo fall into it, collude with the finance department to empty the factory's assets, and then merge with the foreign investors they found.

This factory in the East belongs to them.

At that point, Ji Xingguo, that old man, will have no choice but to beg him.

Yang Zhiping would then persuade Ji Xingguo to take the initiative to marry Ji Wanmei to him.

Hehe, then...

Ji Wanmei, no matter how arrogant you are, no matter how disdainful you are of me, Yang Zhiping, once you're in my hands, you're still at my mercy.

Yang Zhiping rubbed his chin with an evil grin, lost in his own wonderful fantasy. He plopped down in a chair, crossed his legs, and leisurely spun around once before dialing the phone number of the American foreign investment representative.

***

Meanwhile, Ji Wanmei arrived at Dongfangli in the afternoon.

Ji Wanmei had been visiting her father's factory since she was a child. Everyone in the factory knew her, and the security guards would greet her with a smile whenever she came in.

Ji Wanmei came to see Zhu Shuangyan.

Zhu Shuangyan is pregnant, and Ji Wanmei hasn't come back to see her since she became pregnant.

Zhu Shuangyan is at work today, but because there's been a lot going on at the factory lately, and it's also a time of factory transformation, no one in the factory dares to slack off. So even pregnant women won't get any special leave until the month they're due to give birth.

Especially those like Zhu Shuangyan who sit in offices, not frontline workers.

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