They came today to discuss the profit sharing.

This is not a good matter.

Lu Qinfeng, however, is an aggressive person. Having just taken over the family business, he urgently needs to achieve some results to gain recognition.

If we can use Mr. Bo's technology to help him significantly reduce costs and generate huge profits in the first year, it will definitely help him gain a foothold.

At that time, he will naturally be willing to make concessions.

In this way, both Bo Xilai and he can benefit from each other.

Thinking of this, Shen Zhiyi leaned forward and poured wine for Lu Qinfeng.

She carefully considered her words in that direction and then spoke a couple of sentences.

Lu Qinfeng exclaimed in surprise, "I didn't expect that President Bo's assistant would be so capable at such a young age."

"President Bo truly has a discerning eye!"

He looked at Shen Zhiyi with increasing admiration, tilted his head back, and drank the wine she poured for him.

I reached out and poured her a glass too.

"Miss Shen, please try this. It's the best wine from our winery."

Bo Xu slowly tightened his grip on the wine glass, taking a sip of wine without any emotion.

Shen Zhiyi drank it and praised it a few times.

Lu Qinfeng smiled broadly.

"I'm glad you like it, Miss Shen!" He handed over his business card. "If you ever want to drink again, feel free to come find me."

Shen Zhiyi naturally accepted it, saying, "Then I'll accept it without being impolite."

Her smile is very sweet.

Bo Xu slammed the wine glass down on the table.

"Mr. Lu, shall we discuss the details of the cooperation?" He tilted his head.

Seeing that he had agreed, Lu Qinfeng excitedly stood up and said, "Okay! Let's go to the conference room to discuss this in detail."

"This way, please."

Bo Xu got up, and Shen Zhiyi followed suit.

"You don't need to follow," he said calmly, turning around, with an inexplicable air of gloom about him.

Shen Zhiyi was stunned for a moment, then stood there holding his suit jacket.

"good."

The two walked away.

Shen Zhiyi walked to the bar alone, sat down, took out her phone, and sent a message to Xiao Xu.

"It seems like President Bo is angry with me."

Did I say something wrong?

She told Xiaoxu everything that had happened since she woke up that morning.

Nineteen-year-old Bo Xu held his phone and gave a cold sneer.

Pretending to be a man.

What's there to be angry about?

She's clearly jealous.

The smell of vinegar is so strong it's practically overflowing the screen!