"Screech!" Li Changfeng executed a beautiful drift and blocked Song Guofu's car.

Ye Zihan felt dizzy and lightheaded inside the car. Luckily, she had a seatbelt, otherwise she would have been thrown around wildly.

"Who's so rude, blocking my way? Get out of my way!" Song Guofu stuck his head out and cursed.

Having money makes people arrogant; their language and behavior become much more aggressive.

They just started swearing.

"I'm speechless at how recklessly he drives," Ye Zihan muttered, opening the car door and getting out.

"Mr. Song, it's me."

"Oh, it's Miss Ye. My apologies for not recognizing you." Song Guofu changed his expression, turning from anger to a smile, with a hint of smugness.

So you think you're so capable? I'll decisively refuse your invitation to dinner.

Why did you come looking for me on your own initiative?

Song Guofu's ulterior motives were laughable. He wanted to use such despicable means to force them to comply, refusing to deliver the goods if they didn't agree, thus putting them in a difficult position.

If you're so tough, don't come here.

Song Guofu was self-righteous; everything he said was based on his own assumptions.

In comparison, the Ye Group's businesses are many times larger than Song Guofu's, and trying to use something to exert pressure is almost delusional.

Ye Zihan would rather give up the clothing sector than let him succeed.

It hasn't come to the point of completely breaking ties yet, so Ye Zihan is trying to persuade them.

If you really can't get through to it, then just let it go. It's that simple.

"President Song, it's really hard to see you. Are you deliberately avoiding me?" Ye Zihan said jokingly.

"Not at all, the factory has been very busy lately, and we're a bit overwhelmed. Please understand, Mr. Ye."

"Of course I understand. I went to the factory to look for you, but the security guard at the gate said you weren't there. You must be running around all over the place all the time, and you must be extremely busy."

"Yes...yes." Song Guofu's expression was unnatural.

He had just come out of the factory when Ye Zihan cornered him, and his previous excuse of not being there fell apart, leaving him in an awkward situation.

"Does Mr. Song have some time now?"

"Yes, I have."

"Then... shall we find a place to sit down and chat?" Ye Zihan invited.

"Sure, come to my factory."

"no problem."

The two vehicles returned, only a hundred meters away from the factory, very, very close.

After parking his car outside, Song Guofu strode forward with his head held high and chest out.

"Old Shen, if you can't do it, then get the hell out of here. Miss Ye came to see me in person, and you're saying she's not here?"

"Do you think that because you've been here a long time, you can do whatever you want? Let me tell you, even if you stay here your whole life, you'll still just be a security guard, and you'll never be able to make decisions for me."

"If this happens again, you're fired." Song Guofu said in a pretentious tone, giving the security guard a piece of his mind.

Old Shen: "..."

Why shouldn't I talk back? I was just being verbally abused like that, what did I do to deserve this?

Didn't I reply as you said?

Sigh! I'm just taking their rice bowl, so I'll say nothing more and just accept my fate.

"President Song, it was my fault, please don't be angry." Old Shen apologized with a grin.

The two actors' performance was so poor that even a three-year-old could tell it was bad; they had absolutely no acting skills.

"Be more careful next time."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The three entered the office, and it has to be said that having money really does bring enjoyment; the decoration was magnificent and high-end at first glance.

Song Guofu poured Ye Zihan a cup of tea and placed it on the table.

"Miss Ye, are you thirsty? Here, have some water."

"Thanks."

Li Changfeng wasn't entitled to any tea. He was a bodyguard outside, and it wasn't customary to pour water or light cigarettes for a bodyguard.

"Miss Ye, let's get straight to the point." Song Guofu sat in his boss's chair, dressed in a suit and tie, looking quite the part.

"I'll just say what I mean, I don't understand why President Song stopped supplying Ye's Group." Ye Zihan picked up her teacup and sipped her tea.

“Ms. Ye, as you know, our factory has had too many orders in the last two years, and we simply can’t keep up. Not only the Ye Group, but some of our other clients have also stopped accepting them.”

"In order to increase supply and to give back to our new and old customers, we have started planning for a branch factory."

"I believe that it won't be long before the Ye Group's goods will resume supply as before." Song Guofu's words were very polite, every word of which was an excuse.

In other words, the supply is still insufficient for the time being.

"President Song, how long will it take to complete the branch factory?"

"Within three years," Song Guofu gave an approximate timeframe.

Three years? By then, the opportunity will have passed.

What clothing brands can survive three years without stock and not go bankrupt?

What nonsense! Why are you bringing up this?

"President Song, are you serious?" Ye Zihan frowned.

“Absolutely true.” Song Guofu nodded.

"Is there really no other way, Mr. Song?" Ye Zihan still wanted to try her best.

"Yes, there is, but..." Song Guofu hesitated, stammering.

“We’re all straightforward people, why has President Song changed? Be more direct.” Ye Zihan smiled slightly.

"Have your people go out first. It involves trade secrets, so it's better if we talk alone," Song Guofu said mysteriously.

Excuses, all excuses, using trade secrets as a pretext.

Is it okay for people to talk about dirty things when they go out?

He's become incredibly cunning.

"Don't worry, Mr. Song, he's one of us, he'll be fine. Nothing will get back to a fourth person." Ye Zihan responded calmly and without any panic.

“But I’m not entirely at ease.” Song Guofu glanced at the table.

"Mr. Song probably doesn't know, but he's deaf and mute."

Li Changfeng: "..."

Can deaf-mute people drive?

"It's just a driver's license. Mr. Song, you don't think I can't handle it, do you? Actually, I don't want the driver to be disabled either, but he's clever and perceptive. Due to his personal circumstances, he doesn't gossip about his private matters. I feel he's a good person, so I kept him by my side."

"Besides, he's my second aunt's child, so I'll at least give him some food." Ye Zihan lied repeatedly, as if it were the truth.

"Alright then!" Song Guofu gave Li Changfeng a meaningful look, and then said, "Miss Ye, it's not impossible for you to want the goods."

“There has to be a reason. Production capacity is limited, and I can’t just stop supplying other people’s goods to you without a valid reason.”

"Then why did President Song stop my subscription for no reason?" Ye Zihan asked sharply.

"Uh!" Song Guofu was taken aback. "It's because we're offering a lower price to your Ye Group. We're all in business, and we're all about maximizing profits."

"I believe Miss Ye can understand."

"Mr. Song, what reason do you think would be appropriate for supplying goods?"

Song Guofu hesitated for a moment, "Miss Ye, you're not married yet, right?"

"No."

"Do you think there's any possibility between us?" Song Guofu was really shameless, daring to ask that to his face.

"Mr. Song, you are outstanding. It's no ordinary person to have built such a large business."

Upon hearing this, Song Guofu smiled as brightly as a chrysanthemum.

But then he abruptly changed his tone, saying, "But I have no feelings for you, let alone any romantic interest. Mr. Song, you should give up on that idea."

Song Guofu's face darkened, becoming extremely gloomy. "Then please go back, Miss Ye. We won't see you out."