"Why don't you make up a better excuse? Really..." Wei Wuyan complained.
"Are you sure you've searched everywhere? There's nothing missing?" Feng Lingyu didn't bother to pay attention to him and got straight to business.
Wei Wuyan hurriedly shook his head. "How can I guarantee this? The main reason is that there is too little key information. It's just a painting. No one has a clear concept. We only know that we are looking for a pavilion."
It was only this year that Wei Wuyan made some progress in the Shanghai Stock Exchange. He did not have a deep foundation and did not have many people under his command.
Compared with Wang Minghui's business in Beijing, it's just a small business.
Naturally, he did not have the momentum that Wang Minghui had in Beijing where he could command the support of everyone.
It’s a bit sad to think about it. After working for so long, I’m still just a small boss.
"Don't let any news about our search for the pavilion spread. I don't want it to spread everywhere." Feng Lingyu frowned and said.
She didn't expect to find it in a few days, but it would be bad if Ling Qingyue noticed anything.
"I know. They are all reliable people."
Wei Wuyan was very clear about this. He naturally wouldn't tell everyone about something that he hadn't even said explicitly.
Wei Wuyan suddenly said, "Didn't you ask me to stop the clothing business for a while? I heard rumors yesterday that some policies are going to be relaxed."
"Isn't it a good thing to relax? I'll take this opportunity to expand the scale, so that more people can help you find a pavilion."
Feng Lingyu rolled his eyes at him and sneered, "Since ancient times, how many people have to shed blood to implement a new policy? Is it so easy to promote it? How many people's interests will be affected in the process? It's not easy to be the first to stand out."
"Just wait and see. It's going to be a mess for a while."
"I thought it was too simple." Wei Wuyan calmed down.
Feng Lingyu: "Have you found the driver from your family?"
"Not yet." Wei Wuyan said angrily.
His brother and mother died in a car accident on the way to attend his grandfather's funeral. He was immersed in grief for a long time. When he came to his senses, the driver had disappeared.
If we find the driver, the truth behind the deaths of my brother and mother may be revealed.
Speaking of sad things, Wei Wuyan became visibly depressed.
Feng Lingyu: "It's okay. As long as he is still in this world, he will definitely leave clues. It's only a matter of time before we find him."
"I haven't had any contact with the elders of the Wei family yet, mainly because I have nothing worthy of my loyalty, and they may not be willing to help me." Wei Wuyan smiled bitterly.
His previous image was that of a silly boy who only knew how to eat, drink and have fun, so it was normal that others did not recognize his abilities.
His elder brother Wei Xingzhi used to be the director of a garment factory in Shanghai. After his death, Wei Chunming entered the garment factory under his father's name.
Of course, it was impossible to give him the position of factory director, he was just a director in name only.
"Once the policy is relaxed, the Wei family will definitely want to get involved in the clothing business again. You have my support, and your funds can be said to be endless. It is not impossible for you to take back the Wei family from your father."
Feng Lingyu said this with great confidence.
Not to mention the wealth in her space, just looking at the business under Wang Minghui, it is no different from a hen that lays golden eggs.
It is no exaggeration to say that the annual revenue generated by Beijing’s black market is more than the profits of ordinary large state-owned factories combined over several years.
Feng Lingyu alone accounts for 60% of the revenue in Beijing.
"You know, in many cases, money can solve most problems."
After hearing Feng Lingyu's words, Wei Wuyan's previous sadness was swept away.
He chuckled and said half jokingly and half seriously: "Master, knowing that you are rich, haven't Brother Sang and I been waiting to hug your thighs?"
Sang Fu is now the favorite student of old lady Fang Yuxin.
Although I was scolded as stupid by the old lady eight hundred times a day, I still happily followed her to learn painting every day.
He is now a young painter with some fame in China.
"Okay, Shaopin, go work for me!" Feng Lingyu raised her fair chin and glanced at him sideways.
"Okay, I'll take my leave now!"
These days, Feng Lingyu lived alone in this small villa and rarely ran into the neighbors around.
She eats alone.
Fortunately, before she left, she put a lot of delicious food made by Wu Sheng in the space, so she had whatever she wanted to eat and she didn't have to cook.
As for Jinzi and Tuanzi, they solve the problem of meals in the space every day.
After Feng Lingyu's continuous cultivation of the space, the prototype of the small world is now becoming more and more obvious.
Tuanzi can go into the mountains to hunt by himself, and Jinzi can pick fruits from the fields to eat.
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A week later.
Hotel for foreign guests in Shanghai.
Today is the meeting that Chen Zenian convened himself to formally decide who will get his investment.
The welcome party that day was just a preliminary cooperation intention, and all the manufacturers coming today were selected by Chen Zenian.
In front of a mirror with a gold frame, a pair of slender hands with distinct knuckles are tying a tie.
He raised his chin slightly, his facial features were stern and distinct, his nose was straight, his lips were thin, his eyebrows were long and pointed, and the playfulness and amusement in his emerald green eyes disappeared, replaced by a bone-chilling coldness.
This person is Chen Zenian.
He was wearing a well-ironed, wrinkle-free grey suit, with long straight legs and a strong body.
After tying the tie, his originally unbridled and evil temperament was suppressed, becoming serious and gentle.
But only Chen San, who was standing by with his hands ready, knew how terrifying the Third Young Master's methods were.
Seeing that Chen Zenian was in a good mood at the moment, Chen San tentatively said, "Master, Madam Feng said that she would let you..."
But before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Chen Zenian coldly, "Chen San, you talk too much."
Chen San's forehead was covered in cold sweat and he begged for mercy: "Yes... I spoke too much."
Thinking of that vain and hypocritical woman, Chen Zenian's face flashed with anger, "If you do it again, you can just go back on your own!"
"Yes!" Chen San responded immediately.
Then he stood aside in silence, not daring to say anything more.
Early in the morning, Feng Lingyu had already packed up and was ready to go out.
She hadn't been completely unprepared these days.
She asked Wei Wuyan and Meng Xing to help find out about the situations of several other suppliers of medicinal materials.
After a comprehensive comparison, Qingshan Village is not completely without chance.
Today's occasion is more serious and formal, so it is impossible to dress like you are attending a dance when discussing business.
So Feng Lingyu chose a formal black Chanel-style suit with white edges in the shape of petals, which neutralized the serious feeling well and did not appear too strong or cold.
She wore an inconspicuous fabric brooch on her chest, which made her look very elegant and enhanced the texture of the whole outfit.
As soon as Feng Lingyu entered the foreign guest hotel, someone came to greet him immediately.
After verifying her identity information, a waiter in black uniform took her to the conference room.
"Yalian, let's go. What are you staring at?" A soft and sweet voice sounded.
The voice was as sweet as honey, and one could tell at the first glance that it was that of a girl who grew up in a honey pot.
It made people involuntarily look towards the place where the sound came from.
I saw a girl in a simple white crocheted skirt standing in front of the glass door.
Her facial features were delicate and cute, her eyes were big and bright, and her little mouth was rosy. She looked like a doll displayed in a foreign trade store, and was looking at her companions in confusion.
"It's nothing, maybe I saw it wrong..." Deng Yalian shook her head and answered in a warm voice.
"Then let's go in quickly. Brother Zenian must have been waiting for a long time."
"Yeah, okay!"
Deng Yalian recalled the face she had just glimpsed, and she felt that it looked familiar...
But at this moment she didn't have time to identify it carefully, so she was pulled forward by her friend.
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