Chapter 105 The One at Home
Yundun was looking for a new carbon fiber composite material supplier and negotiated with Qihua for half a month, but the two sides failed to reach a consensus.
Mr. Zhang of Qihua has always wanted to hold a banquet to meet with He Tingzhou. After his repeated invitations, He Tingzhou honored himself by attending today's dinner.
Everyone who has come into contact with Mr. He of Yundun Group knows his style of doing things. He never makes concessions at the negotiation table.
After the team has carefully calculated the profit margin, he will give you a condition that you have to grit your teeth to accept. As for how many teeth you have to grit, it depends on how good your teeth are.
It doesn’t matter if you can’t accept it. There are many people chasing after Cloud Shield and wanting to cooperate with it.
His arrogance and strength are based on absolute power.
Qihua has bad teeth now, and is waiting for this cooperation to turn around. At the dinner, Mr. Zhang still wanted to fight for it, and he tried his best, drinking glass after glass of wine with sincerity until his face turned red.
The vice president of Cloud Shield was extremely smooth and handled the situation with ease, but he just refused to give in.
Mr. Zhang blushed and said from the bottom of his heart: "Mr. He, it's not that I don't have the sincerity to cooperate. This 10% profit may be a drop in the bucket for you and Yundun, but for us at Qihua, it is the annual salary of all employees."
He Tingzhou leaned back in his chair, tapped his cigarette on the ashtray, and said with a heart of stone and indifference: "Are you crying to me? You must have found the wrong person. My name is He Tingzhou, not He Bodhisattva."
The two sides are at a stalemate.
At this moment, the trusted assistant knocked on the door and came in, whispering something to He Tingzhou.
He Tingzhou snorted and said, "Why haven't you ever tried to coax me?"
He put out his cigarette, stood up without warning, picked up his coat that was draped over the chair and said, "Let's go."
Mr. Zhang, who was pushing and pulling with the vice president to the limit, was stunned: "President He is leaving now?"
"Mr. Zhang, you haven't thought it through yet. Why don't you go back and think about it? I won't accompany you any longer." He Tingzhou raised his wrist to check the time and explained patiently, "There is a curfew at home."
Zhang Zong looked very surprised: "The commander is still setting up access control for you now?"
Your son is already grown up, yet you still look at him so seriously?
He Tingzhou stared at him for a few seconds and said, "Mr. Zhang, please be single."
Mr. Zhang smiled innocently: "I have been divorced for several years."
"That makes sense." He Tingzhou sneered, "Your wife dumped you because you didn't come home on time."
"That's not the case, it's because..." Mr. Zhang was bumped by his subordinate next to him when he was halfway through his speech.
The subordinate smiled and took over the conversation: "I didn't know that Mr. He had someone at home, so I was delayed. Mr. He is willing to show his face today, which shows that he is still confident in our Qihua. Since both parties have strong intentions to cooperate, why don't we each take a step back and seek the best of both worlds. Finalize the contract as soon as possible, so that Mr. He can go home earlier and don't let the one at home wait anxiously."
He Tingzhou glanced at him admiringly and asked, "Did you bring the contract?"
"I have it." The other party quickly took out the prepared contract, "But this is still the original contract. I will ask the secretary to modify it immediately and send the new one over..."
He Tingzhou stretched out his hand and Xu Zhen handed him the pen. He Tingzhou uncapped the pen and signed directly, feeling as refreshed as if he were possessed by a bodhisattva.
After signing, he threw the pen to Xu Zhen, and handed the rest of the finishing touches to the vice president. He hung his coat over his shoulders and walked away leisurely.
At half past nine, the rampant material desires pour from the high-rise buildings into the magnificent entertainment venues, and the Begonias under the Moon is at its busiest.
He Tingzhou walked through the courtyard and met a group of second-generation rich people who looked very unfashionable.
The one who was surrounded in the center and commanded a lot of attention was none other than Zheng Zuye, an authoritative figure in the second-generation rich world.
Everyone in Yancheng knew that Zheng Zuye had only one mortal enemy in his life, and that was He Tingzhou.
We met on a narrow road, and the warm summer night wind hid in the treetops.
When He Tingzhou saw them, it was as if he saw a piece of air. He walked towards them calmly and without looking around, with his hands in his pockets.
When he came over, the younger brothers behind Zheng Zuye automatically made way for him. Zheng Zuye raised his chin to the side in pride, and everyone sensibly and impatiently withdrew.
Who would dare to mess with the person who was almost killed by Zheng Zuye?
He Tingzhou walked past Zheng Zuye and suddenly said, "Shen Yu's sister, does it feel good to have sex with her?"
He Tingzhou stopped walking, turned around and looked at him with cold eyes, and said in a contemptuous tone: "It's not as good as you."
Zheng Zuye's mouth twitched and he walked up to him: "You finally admitted it, right?"
He Tingzhou raised his eyebrows: "When have I ever denied it?"
He had neither admitted nor denied it himself, so I was fooled by him and was guessing and doubting every day.
Zheng Zuye said sinisterly: "You told me earlier that you liked her, then I would have killed her in bed."
He Tingzhou also took a step forward, and the distance between the two was so close that it seemed like a sword was about to be drawn.
He spoke at a moderate pace, but his voice was like icicles hanging from the top of a tree in the cold winter, which would shed ice chips at the slightest touch.
"If you had told me you wanted to die, I wouldn't have let you live until today."
The most successful thing in Zheng Zuye's life was that he was born into a good family and became the grandson of Zheng Jingren.
In the whole second-generation circle of Yancheng, he is the most chaotic one. Relying on the doting of Mr. Zheng, he has been bullying men and women and doing evil things since he was a child. No matter how big the problem is, there are always people to clean up his mess.
The biggest obstacle such a playboy and spendthrift had ever encountered in his life was He Tingzhou.
The crown prince of the He family does not take anyone seriously, including his father, and he never hides this fact.
As the saying goes, there can't be two tigers in one mountain, and kings don't meet kings. Zheng Zuye Heng was used to it, but he was repeatedly bullied by He Tingzhou, which made him very unhappy.
When Zheng Zuye was fifteen years old, he almost died at the hands of He Tingzhou, all because he cursed He Tingzhou: "Fuck your mother."
He uttered this curse word every day and had cursed hundreds of people with it. These three ordinary words seemed to have touched the fuse of He Tingzhou's minefield, causing the 17-year-old He Tingzhou to grab his neck and pin him to the ground.
Zheng Zuye had never been so close to death. He Tingzhou really wanted to kill him, and he really stepped into the gates of hell.
When the Zheng family rushed over and rescued him from He Tingzhou, his face had already turned purple. If they were half a minute or ten seconds later, they might have found a corpse.
After Zheng Zuye woke up, what he got was not a support from Master Zheng, but the worst beating he had ever received since he was a child. It was also the most heartfelt beating Master Zheng had ever given him.
Zheng Zuye hated him to death and was jealous of him. The person he wanted to kill most in this world was He Tingzhou.
But he couldn't touch He Tingzhou, because He Tingzhou had a commander father, and even his grandfather was wary of him. So he could only find ways to get back his ground from other places.
Who is He Tingzhou?
Later, Zheng Zuye used those three words again to provoke him, but he was no longer moved and could even say without changing his expression: "I don't have a mother."