In the dead of winter, a man in a suit and leather shoes, wearing a wool coat but with his hair open, so greasy that even flies couldn't land on him, and the price tags on his designer sunglasses hanging from his nose, stretched out his arms as someone approached.
He was bowing from afar, and he was very familiar with Liang Lisheng, reaching out to shake his hand: "My name is Wang Meng, Xiao Wang, and I am Uncle Liang."
Wang Meng, Qin Qianqian's former sugar daddy, is also currently the biggest businessman in the capital.
He could be considered a businessman with connections to the government, exuding the air of a nouveau riche.
Liang Lisheng didn't expect this person to come all the way to the museum, but of course, he started by talking about the pros and cons.
He said, "Chairman, this Mr. Wang has always wanted to cooperate with us on some projects. Of course, if we do it ourselves, many processes will be slow and time-consuming, but Mr. Wang can simplify the process."
Wang Meng took off his sunglasses and extended his hand: "Mrs. Nie, I have long admired your name."
To show off his connections, he said with a smile, "Don't stand here in the cold wind, let's go inside the building. I have connections inside, and I've already made arrangements. Feel free to open any cabinet and look around."
"There are people above you"—this was a unique saying from a wealthy era 2000 years ago.
In short, without someone like him protecting them in the capital, everything would be very difficult.
But with him, it saves time, effort, and energy.
However, things were probably not as exaggerated as he described, because Liang Lisheng was gently shaking his head.
Chen Rou decided not to talk about business at all, but pointed to a small gate in the distance and said, "Going out that way, that should be the military area, right?"
The kids who were playing with A Yuan just now were probably a group of children from the compound. They've been exposed to this kind of game since they were little, and they play war games all the time.
Wang Meng, the "Fierce King," was a wealthy patron who could easily dump mistresses in Qin Qianqian's eyes, but of course he couldn't be so arrogant in front of Chen Rou. Rubbing his hands together, he said, "Yes, if you're interested, I can introduce you to him."
He added, "There are some good restaurants around here. If you would do me the honor, I'll call their managers over to have dinner with you."
Although his nickname was "Fierce King," Chen Rou could tell from his conversation that he was doing what was originally called speculation and profiteering, that is, pimping. Of course, he was in contact with people at a higher level.
Secretary An, of course, did not want the young master to be seen by people who knew them, so she immediately stepped forward and said with a smile, "Madam, we have a schedule for lunch, and judging from the time, we should be leaving soon."
Ah Yuan understood what "walk" meant, and quickly pointed into the distance: "Jiu, over there, Jiu!"
He wanted to go and see those older brothers, but poor kid, he was afraid he would never get to play such fun house again. And since Boss Wang Meng was an opportunist, he was naturally very good at creating a lively atmosphere.
He stepped forward, smiling, and said, "Where does our little baby want to go? Why don't you come with me, I'll take you there."
Ah Yuan was wearing a mask, but he closed his eyes briefly and then sneezed!
The child was overwhelmed by the strong perfume of the person in front of him.
Of course, he loved younger men, not older ones. He didn't like this person, so he wiggled his hips, and Secretary An carried him away.
On someone else's turf, one has to bow one's head. Seeing that this person was persistent and had no intention of leaving, Liang Lisheng remained silent for a while before exchanging business cards: "President Wang, if there's anything you need, please call our chairman's secretary's office. Let's schedule a time to discuss it in detail. We have other plans, so we'll have to... goodbye?"
Wang Meng wanted business, which he saw as a win-win situation, because he could help the Nie family save a lot of procedures and indirectly save a lot of money. But of course, he would keep at least 70% of that money for himself.
He was there to solicit business, and he was being persistent, just wanting a chance to sit down and talk to Chen Rou alone.
He had already seen the news, and upon seeing the woman in person, based on his intuition from years of military service, he sensed that there was at least a 70% chance she was connected to the military and mainland China.
Chen Ke is practically an impenetrable fortress, but what if Nie Tai could break through?
Businessmen, after all, will do anything to make money.
Wang Meng accepted Secretary An's business card with both hands, as if it were a precious treasure, and then bowed to Chen Rou: "Then let's reschedule for another day."
If Chen Rou's status were more ordinary, she would definitely have said a few words to this guy.
But as the vice chairman of the Nie Group, representing the company's image, she couldn't just speak up casually.
As the saying goes, the highest form of leadership is not empty talk, and authority is not built through shouting, but through silence.
She smiled and nodded, then extended her hand: "Then see you again if there's a chance."
But just then, she suddenly heard A Yuan calling very clearly, "Sister, sister."
It was a little girl with two small braids, the same little Katyusha who had been playing games with the other children earlier. She was rubbing a bamboo dragonfly in her hand, probably teasing A Yuan on purpose. She suddenly rubbed it over, and A Yuan instinctively reached out and grabbed the bamboo dragonfly, but then the little girl ran away, and he wanted Secretary An to chase after her.
Secretary An, of course, couldn't go. She said, "Young Master, we're hungry. It's time to go back."
Ah Yuan, holding a bamboo dragonfly, shook his head vigorously: "Baby no, Feiqi, Jiao!"
But the world is not governed by his free will; he has to listen to the adults.
His mother only visited a few places before she had to leave, otherwise Wang Meng would have refused to cooperate.
When he was carried back, A Yuan resisted several times, such as suddenly squatting down or suddenly thrusting his back. But of course, this kind of resistance only worked on his father.
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