Wan Daozai parked his car at the street corner, got out and walked around for a bit before coming back. He said, "Minister Guo hasn't arrived yet, but his brother has, and there are police dogs from the Public Security Bureau. Although they can't compare to Zhui Feng, I think there shouldn't be any problems."
People like the Taiwanese guy won't contact you unless it's for something special.
Because, as a subordinate, he's really a bit too incompetent.
But when he took off his sunglasses, he only said, "If you can get things done, I'll give you more business in the future. But if you can't, Chen Jiahao, then I won't be able to give you any more business in the future."
The Taiwanese man immediately changed his tune: "Don't worry, even if I personally go to jail, I will definitely get this done today."
It's either Minister Guo or him; either way, only one of them can live today.
Just then, Nie Rong's old Hongqi sedan passed by Nie Zhao's car. Song Yuanchao was driving, Liang Lisheng was in the passenger seat, and Nie Rong and Chen Rou were in the back. The old man had been silent, but when they passed a foreign trade clothing store, he immediately said, "He won't accept the clothes we bring from Hong Kong, so let's buy them locally. Surely he'll be willing then?"
He was referring to Nie Yao's stubborn temper. Not only did he refuse to eat at the same table as his father, but he also only met him once at the tea party that day. When Song Yuanchao went to invite him again the next evening, he waited for an hour at the entrance of the military region but Nie Yao still wouldn't come out.
Last night, Nie Rong made seven or eight phone calls, all the way to the leader, before Nie Yao finally answered.
Nie Rong asked him if he wanted clothes and shoes, and Nie Yaote bluntly said that if his father dared to bring clothes from Hong Kong, he would throw them directly into the sea. In short, he said no!
Nie Rong was really being snubbed. The other party didn't want the clothes sent from Hong Kong, so he was going to buy them from the mainland. So why wouldn't he try to harass them in every way possible?
Liang Lisheng was on the verge of collapse, saying, "Brother, what's wrong with raising boys a little rough around the edges? You're putting too much effort into Ayao. If you keep doing this, Third Aunt won't be happy shopping today either."
Nie Rong paused for a moment, then composed himself, smiling as he said, “Actually, my ancestors were also Hakka. It is said that they once did business in what is now Guanlan Guxu. According to my mother, when she was a child, this was the most prosperous place in Shenzhen. I didn’t expect it to still be today.”
She added, “Back when the news broke that Hong Kong was going to be returned to China, your mother told me that as a businesswoman, as long as she could operate freely, she would come to this street to take a look, and if possible, buy it.”
Although Chen Rou lived in a wealthy family, she had a military mindset. Unlike capitalists who liked to possess everything they saw to make a fortune in the future, she asked, "Why do you want to buy it?"
Nie Rong smiled and said, "Business is all about feng shui. It was a major trading hub during the Ming and Qing dynasties, which shows its feng shui is excellent. Buying it is definitely a sure-fire way to make a profit."
Chen Rou silently gave her mother-in-law, whom she had never met, a thumbs up. Although she did not agree with capitalists, she had to sincerely praise Ms. Han Yuzhu for her excellent business acumen and accurate judgment.
Nie Rong has a few hobbies: Zisha teapots and tea. Passing by a Zisha teapot shop selling export goods, he signaled Song Yuanchao to stop the car and looked at Liang Lisheng: "Let's go, let's see if we can find any better teapots."
Song Yuanchao helped Nie Rong out of the car, and Liang Lisheng put a top hat on the old man.
Upon entering the shop, Chen Rou could immediately tell that the owner's nose was covered in sweat and he looked rather uncomfortable, but she remained calm. Nie Rong, on the other hand, browsed around and found that all the teapots were quite nice, so he ordered more than a dozen in one go.
Liang Lisheng paid the bill, which was only a few hundred yuan, a drop in the bucket for them.
Seeing that there was a tea shop next door, Nie Rong went in with great interest. However, everyone else on the scene was acting strangely. Today was supposed to be a day of regular trade sales, and the streets should have been full of small vendors. But now all the vendors had been cleared out. Daily necessities were fine, but things like rice noodles, tofu, and rice cakes were made by the vendors in the middle of the night. If they didn't sell today, they would spoil.
But market management personnel, along with urban management officers, have been blocking all the entrances since morning, driving them away. Even now, some vendors are getting anxious and have come back to ask about the situation, but they are still not allowed to enter. Of course, ordinary citizens are not allowed to enter either.
There were only a few people coming and going on the street, and they were all transferred from various offices.
Some of the foreign businessmen wearing suits were Taiwanese businessmen whom Minister Guo knew.
Quite a few reporters came, but of course, they entered through a designated intersection, so the only thing they could capture was the good side of Minister Guo and his brother.
Their scene was conveniently set in the second shop.
Sure enough, as soon as Nie Rong and his group entered to select tea, a very beautiful female boss, who looked to be only twenty-five or twenty-six, immediately came out to greet them. She then placed a set of Ru kiln porcelain on her unique root-carved tea table and began to warm the cups.
Nie Rong and Liang Lisheng were drawn in by the aroma of the tea. They exchanged a glance, and Nie Rong nodded, "Excellent tea!"
He was initially drawn to the tea, but then he was captivated by the beautiful woman's fluid and skillful tea-making technique. From scalding the cups to rinsing the tea, her movements were dazzling. Then, as she poured the tea into the cup, the woman suddenly looked up and exclaimed, "A guest has arrived?"
He smiled again and said, "If you don't mind the humble offering, how about the boss has a drink?"
True top-tier public relations is not only an art, but also, though subtle and pervasive, it can strike right at the heart and soul. Just like now, Liang Lisheng looked at Chen Rou with fear in his eyes, and Song Yuanchao's eyes widened as well.
The moment Nie Rong saw the beauty raise her eyes, she staggered back two steps.
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