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He likes her, he loves her?
"You...you're not lying to me?" Zhang Mengmeng stammered, peeking out from Qi Zhenghan's arms, wanting to get to the bottom of it.
Qi Zhenghan kissed her forehead and said, "I'm not lying to you, I like you, I love you, and I want to be with you."
"Then...then Teacher He?" Zhang Mengmeng thought of Qi Zhenghan's previous admission that he liked He Tiantian, so how could he have fallen for her?
Qi Zhenghan smiled and said seriously, "I used to like He Tiantian, but she didn't like me, and she's already married and has a happy married life. I was stuck in the same place until I met you, and that's when I tried to like someone again."
"Really?" Zhang Mengmeng's eyes welled up with tears of joy; she could hardly believe her ears.
"It's true. I only truly understood my own heart after we broke up," Qi Zhenghan said. "I wanted to come back and explain things to you, but my sister received a telegram saying something had happened to you, so I rushed back. The whole way back, you were all I could think about. Isn't that proof enough?"
"Wow!" Zhang Mengmeng finally couldn't hold back anymore, and tears poured out like a river bursting its banks.
Qi Zhenghan held her tightly and whispered, "Don't cry, don't cry."
The children around didn't know why Mengmeng was crying, and thought the man was bullying her.
The children gathered around, chattering, "Don't bully Sister Mengmeng..."
Hearing the children's voices, Zhang Mengmeng realized that there were still many children around her!
"Let me go, there are other people here," Zhang Mengmeng said. "You must have had a tough journey."
"Yes, it was tough. I've never walked this far before," Qi Zhenghan said with a smile. "But it's all worth it for you."
Qi Zhenghan seemed to have suddenly become perceptive, and sweet words flowed effortlessly from his lips.
"You must be very tired. Let me take you to rest," Zhang Mengmeng said. "I'll ask a teacher to help you find a place to stay. You're so busy with work, are you leaving tomorrow?"
"That's good. You've been out for quite a while now. When are you going back?" Qi Zhenghan asked. If it wasn't too long, he could leave with Zhang Mengmeng.
Zhang Mengmeng was overjoyed and said, "We're leaving the day after tomorrow. If you have time, you can leave with us."
Qi Zhenghan thought for a moment and said, "Okay!"
Zhang Mengmeng took Qi Zhenghan to meet the teacher in charge of the group. After they introduced themselves, everyone learned that Zhang Mengmeng's boyfriend had come to visit.
That evening, Qi Zhenghan was arranged to stay at the home of a fellow villager.
Although it was simple, Qi Zhenghan was not lonely; his once empty heart was finally filled.
Through his conversation with Zhang Mengmeng, Qi Zhenghan realized that the telegram was fake.
It must be his sister testing him.
Although his sister's intentions were good, Qi Zhenghan was still somewhat angry.
When you see your younger sister, you must teach her a lesson and tell her not to make such jokes again.
After Qi Zhenghan and Zhang Mengmeng returned to Nanshi, the two officially confirmed their romantic relationship.
He no longer needed to personally oversee things in Yanjing. He sent a telegram to his sister, instructing her to work in Yanjing and to make another trip there when the new car was launched.
In addition to Beijing, Qi Zhenghan has also established sales outlets in six major cities across the country, including Shanghai, Guangzhou, and Hangzhou.
Everything is under intensive renovation and promotion.
Qi Zhenghan often travels for work, but he always brings Zhang Mengmeng a gift when he returns.
Meanwhile, whenever Qi Zhenghan was in Nanshi, he would come over in the evening to pick up Zhang Mengmeng after get off work, take her back to her dormitory, and then go back home.
The situation for the two of them is truly improving.
Zhang Mengmeng's creative inspiration flows like a spring, resulting in many wonderful works.
He Tiantian, far away in Yanjing, is discussing advertising with Tang Qian.
"Sweetie, I want to advertise on Beijing TV so that people in Beijing can learn about our Fuxi Auto as soon as possible," Tang Qian said. He was currently driving a Fuxi Auto; it was a rugged car with plenty of power. Men liked driving that kind of car; it gave them a sense of accomplishment. There was also another model, a smaller one, that both men and women could drive.
These small cars come in various colors: black, white, and bright red.
For ordinary people in China today, these three colors are more acceptable.
Qi Xiaoyan and Jiang Wenwen both had their eyes on bright red and white.
He Tiantian thought for a moment and said, "Okay, the head office will advertise on CCTV, and as a dealer, you can advertise on local TV channels, as well as some other outdoor advertising. The head office will reimburse half of the costs. But the condition is that your annual sales cannot be less than a thousand vehicles!"
Tang Qian smiled smugly and said, "Don't worry, I can definitely sell a thousand cars a year. Besides, advertising on TV isn't expensive these days. I'll take care of it."
"How do you plan to proceed?" He Tiantian asked. "Do you need to find someone to shoot the advertisement?"
"No need, just take the CCTV ad and broadcast it on Beijing TV." Tang Qian was very satisfied with the commercial produced by the main factory. It was well-made and there was no need to spend money to shoot another commercial. The money saved could be used to secure a good time slot.
"Okay, that's good." He Tiantian nodded. "Everything is proceeding smoothly now. Thank you for your hard work."
"It's not hard work, this is my career too," Tang Qian said with a smile. "The car is really nice, I like it very much, and I believe it will sell well."
"It's good," He Tiantian agreed, giving Yu a positive assessment of Tang Qian's work.
After spending more than twenty days abroad, Qi Xiaoyan finally returned home.
Because in a few days, dealerships across the country will begin selling the product simultaneously.
There are 300 cars in stock in Yanjing, and 200 cars in stock at other dealerships.
Ready to open for business, and become an instant success.
The television and radio in Beijing were filled with advertisements, making many people aware that Fuxi Auto was about to go public.
Tang Qian also came up with an idea: have someone ride a bicycle with a printed cloth advertisement for Fuxi Motors attached to the back seat, and the three of them ride on the main road.
The speed wasn't fast, but it was enough for everyone to see clearly what it was.
For a time, everyone in Yanjing was talking about Fuxi Motors.
On the opening day, He Tiantian, Qi Xiaoyan, and Jiang Wenwen came to congratulate them, bringing flower baskets.
Because Tang Qian had many friends, many people sent flower baskets, which stretched for twenty or thirty meters along the road to the distributor's shop.
It almost blinded me.
Tang Qian is truly a seasoned player in the game of love!
A tall woman in a beautiful cheongsam stood beside the car at the platform.
Car model!
There's nothing Tang Qian can't do, only things you haven't thought of!
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