Chapter 122 Living in the Old House
Cheng Yu didn't seem to have the patience to listen to what was being said, so he interrupted directly, "Okay——"
He said impatiently, "What's the point of explaining to me? You haven't given me anything useful in three days. Take the background check specialists from Group A with you to explain to HR."
He hung up the phone.
Cheng Yu threw his phone aside, leaned over to pick up the documents on the table and continued to look through them.
He was always focused on his work and didn't notice Zhou Zhou approaching.
It wasn't until Zhou Zhou sat down beside him that he pulled himself out of the documents and spoke in a slower tone, "Awake?"
"Yeah." Zhou Zhou said, "What's wrong? You're angry so early in the morning."
"Preparing to acquire a company."
Cheng Yu said succinctly, "The background check didn't reveal any problems in the early stages. Now it's time for negotiation and consultation. This is a piece of meat that's within our grasp. We'll definitely be able to acquire it within two months.
However, I recently discovered that the two founders of the company were dishonest, and I am having someone investigate.”
Zhou Zhou's parents are in business. Even if he is not involved in the family business, he still understands about acquisitions and mergers.
When acquiring a company, background checks are very important in the early stages to eliminate all risks after the acquisition.
Cheng Yu hugged her: "Are you hungry?"
Then he said, "My assistant brought breakfast over. I put it in the refrigerator. You can heat it up in the microwave and eat it."
"Then I'll go wash up." Zhou Zhou said.
As she stood up, she glanced at him and saw that he was holding an investment contract.
"Taohui Group?"
Cheng Yu hummed: "You know?"
He didn't close the file.
Project investment was a secret of the company's strategic development, so Cheng Yu laid it out nonchalantly and didn't mind her seeing it.
"I heard Yi Qi say that."
Although Bank of Singapore is a Singaporean company, it also does lending business in China. Taohui once applied for a loan from Bank of Singapore but was rejected.
Bank loans only examine the company's qualifications. Given Taohui's current situation, it can only lend five million at most, which is unable to meet his request of tens of millions.
Hearing Yan Yiqi's name, Cheng Yu smiled and asked, "He also told you this?"
"You're jealous again." Zhou Zhou glared at him.
"Taohui's main business is home lighting. They offer good quality and low prices, and have a good market reputation. Yi Qi and I run a studio that specializes in design and renovation. I heard they had a patent, so I wanted to discuss a collaboration."
But their company is struggling with capital and doesn’t have extra production lines to develop, so they just have to keep the product on hand.”
Zhou Zhou said this with a hint of regret, "Their product's profit margin is too low. If they could increase the price, they wouldn't have held onto it for so long."
Cheng Yu asked with interest: "Do you think they should increase the price?"
"It's a pity under a beautiful assumption, but in reality, Taohui's price hike is self-destructive."
Zhou Zhou said, "Nowadays, many mature and large enterprises are also moving into the lower-tier markets. Taohui has always been surviving in the cracks, and relying on its previous reputation, many people will still buy into it.
If they raise the price at this time, the good reputation they have built among the people will be gone.
Large companies are expanding into lower-end markets by selling high-end products, claiming they are affordable. If they start by branding their products as low-end and then try to sell them as high-end, more people will think they are being dishonest.
"You know quite a lot." Cheng Yu scratched her nose and agreed with her words.
Zhou Zhou touched his nose and said, "Your investment in them shouldn't make any money, right?"
"That's how investing works. There are gains and losses."
Cheng Yu read the document and signed his name on it, "I am investing in the shares, and they can buy them back at any time when the term expires.
The money earned by those people at Taohui will be used to develop new patents. Given their belief in serving the people, they will have the opportunity to enter the sinking market sooner or later."
Closing the file, he urged her, "Go wash up and have breakfast. I'll heat it up for you."
"good."
Zhou Zhou came out after washing up and had just heated up breakfast.
"Do you want milk or juice?" Cheng Yu asked her as he opened the refrigerator.
"Milk." Zhou Zhou moved closer to him.
The refrigerator, which was empty two days ago, is now filled with fruits, meat, eggs and vegetables.
"Assistant brought the food, do you think any of us can cook?" she asked.
Cheng Yu hummed, poured the milk into a cup and put it in the microwave: "I asked him to deliver it."
What the assistant brought was completely different from what Cheng Yu asked him to bring. Zhou Zhou was stunned for a moment: "Who wants to cook?"
"us."
Zhou Zhou: “…”
She pointed at herself, then at Cheng Yu, and asked doubtfully, "We? Did I hear correctly?"
"I noticed that you haven't hired a cook and you've been eating takeout every day." Cheng Yu said, "We live together, we can't still be eating takeout."
Zhou Zhou really hadn't thought about it.
She hired a maid to come to her house regularly to clean the house, but she never thought of asking anyone to cook.
She hired a confinement nanny in California, but it was boring to have one when dining alone. She would more often go out to eat with friends or take a meal away from nearby restaurants.
After returning to the capital, she continued this habit.
Anyway, she only needs to make a phone call and someone will deliver any meal she wants.
"Ordering takeout is at least a Michelin-starred meal, but what we cook..." Zhou Zhou forced a smile, "is dark cuisine."
Cheng Yu was eager to try: "Let's give it a try."
Zhou Zhou thought that he had learned quickly by following the procedures in the suburban villa, so cooking should be no problem for him, it was just a matter of time.
It doesn't seem right for two people to live together and eat takeout every day.
While eating breakfast, Cheng Yu was watching a cooking video next to him.
He can do two things at once.
The video was talking about adding a lot of information at once, but he could still review the documents calmly and calmly, turning the pages without even pausing.
This interest was lost at noon.
The dishes I made last time in the villa were relatively simple. This time I wanted to learn how to cook a big dish. However, the young master and young lady, who had never done any cooking before, lost interest in preparing the dishes.
Cheng Yu threw the kitchen knife away and held Zhou Zhou's hand to wash it: "Forget it, I won't do it anymore."
Zhou Zhou laughed, looking at the mess in the kitchen: "What about these dishes? What about your ambition?"
"When I lived in Changsong Pavilion, Mrs. Huang often came to cook." Cheng Yu coughed lightly and said in a choked voice, "I don't live there now. In order to prevent her from losing her job, it's better to let her come here."
Zhou Zhou couldn't help laughing.
The remaining water on her hand splashed onto his face, and in return she received a predatory kiss from Cheng Yu.
He called Mrs. Huang over.
As soon as Mrs. Huang arrived, she immediately put the dishes in the kitchen in order. Under her hands, the dishes finally took shape and were finally served hot on the table.
Mrs. Huang has excellent cooking skills and the taste is as good as that of restaurants outside.
Zhou Zhou's appetite was aroused, and he casually asked, "Mrs. Huang, where do you live?"
She said, "Changsongting is a bit far from where I live. If I come here often to cook, will it be inconvenient on the way?"
Cheng Yu seemed to be choked and suddenly coughed.
Zhou Zhou poured him a glass of water. Cheng Yu drank it before speaking again. His tone was stiff and a little harsh: "It's all work. We can go any distance. It's not inconvenient."
Mrs. Huang followed his words and smiled, "Yes, Miss Zhou, if you need anything, just contact me anytime."
"Okay." Zhou Zhou said.
Before Cheng Yu could relax, Zhou Zhou raised his head again and asked innocently, "Where do you live then? After all, we'll see you often in the future, so it's always good to know a little bit."
Cheng Yu was about to speak, but was interrupted by Zhou Zhou's cold eyes: "Shut up."
“…” He pursed his lips awkwardly.
"Miss Zhou, I live in the Cheng family's old house."
Mrs. Huang smiled brightly, "Don't worry, the young master has already provided me with a car, so it's convenient for me to go anywhere."
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