Chapter 50 Do you really like walking barefoot that much?
Shen Xu is a prodigy, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and his arrogance is no less than Pei Jingchuan's.
If it were anyone else saying this, Shen Xu would have already lost his temper, but since the woman in front of him was Xie Nanzhi, it was a different story.
Shen Xu adopted a persistent and relentless attitude, just as he had said at the banquet, that he would prove himself with concrete actions.
"Nanzhi, if you accept the flowers today, I'll leave immediately."
Xie Nanzhi was in a hurry and was bursting with energy. "Fine, you said it yourself."
After saying that, Xie Nanzhi took the bouquet of red roses from Shen Xu's arms. As expected, Shen Xu kept his word and let her get into the car.
As Xie Nanzhi stepped on the gas, Shen Xu's face was still beaming with a bright smile.
Does accepting his flowers prove that she has begun to accept him in her heart? Does it prove that she still has feelings for him?
Shen Xu was overjoyed and couldn't stop smiling.
Just then, a bouquet of flowers flew out from a sports car speeding away ahead, and Shen Xu's smile froze on his lips.
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Xie Nanzhi drove to the transportation company, and when she got out of the car, she didn't forget to pick up the flower petals that had fallen from the passenger seat and throw them away.
Not a trace was left.
Shen Xu's appearance did not disrupt Xie Nanzhi's main rhythm; once she got into work mode, she was meticulous.
Perhaps the general manager had informed the staff in advance that Xie Nanzhi was coming today, because everyone behaved very well.
At least Xie Nanzhi's first impression was quite good; she met with the person in charge of the bidding and expressed her intentions.
The person in charge stared at Xie Nanzhi for a few seconds before offering a suggestion, "Ms. Nan, we don't have much of a chance of winning the bid for Dejia Wharf. If you want to open up this waterway transportation channel, you might as well try other wharves."
Xie Nanzhi sat in a black executive chair. She was not a businesswoman and did not have the stench of money. Instead, she possessed a fresh and refined temperament that was difficult to describe in words.
Xie Nanzhi gradually withdrew her gaze from the window, her expression unchanged. "I am determined to take Dejia Wharf. Even if I have no chance of winning, I will create a miracle."
The high-ranking officials looked at each other in bewilderment, and in the end, they remained silent.
They knew full well that this was an impossible goal.
Seeing everyone's silence, Xie Nanzhi leaned back and said casually, "What? You're backing down already? You're giving up before even stepping onto the battlefield?"
These words were not pleasant to hear, but Xie Nanzhi still had to say them. "The port city is surrounded by the sea, and water transport is an inevitable route. However, since the company was established, it has always operated in cooperation with various docks. Everyone here knows how much extra money we have incurred each year. This is all on the premise that both parties reach a consensus. If one day the other party is unwilling to cooperate with us anymore, then the company will be like someone has choked it, and there is only one way out: death."
Before coming, Xie Nanzhi had conducted a background check. In recent years, dock fees have been increasing year by year, and profit margins have been getting lower and lower, which is also an important reason why Mrs. Guo wanted to sell the transportation company.
For businessmen, it's perfectly reasonable to cut unprofitable businesses.
Although Xie Nanzhi wanted Dejia Wharf for Pei Jingchuan's sake, successfully acquiring the wharf would be beneficial to the future development of the entire transportation company.
After he finished speaking, there was another silence.
Xie Nanzhi was in no hurry; she waited quietly.
Finally, a senior executive took the lead, saying, "President Nan is right, I support President Nan's decision."
Once it happened, it happened again, and one after another, senior management members seemed to be on steroids, supporting Xie Nanzhi's decision.
Xie Nanzhi pressed on with the momentum, taking advantage of everyone's high spirits, and stayed at the transportation company that day to work with everyone to prepare the bidding documents.
Before we knew it, night had fallen, and the sky was full of stars.
Xie Nanzhi paid for all the employees who were working overtime to have a late-night snack, so that they could go home and rest after eating. She also went back to her office to pack her things and prepare to leave work.
Under the stars and moon, Xie Nanzhi walked out of the company, her figure casting a long shadow in the moonlight.
Xie Nanzhi looked up at the sky, her whole body bathed in moonlight, as if her soul had been baptized and made holy.
In fact, as the owner of this transportation company, she could order her subordinates to do anything, including making them write tender documents against their will.
But this is not what Xie Nanzhi wants. She doesn't need a perfunctory bid; what she wants is for everyone in the company to work together as one to create a miracle.
Mental state and the willpower displayed can determine ultimate success or failure.
Just like Xie Nanzhi said in front of everyone today: Dejia Wharf is a must-win, so there can only be one outcome.
When we set off from the transport company, the moon was still shining, but halfway there it started pouring rain.
After parking her car, Xie Nanzhi used her purse to cover the small patch of ground above her head and ran back to the hotel as fast as she could, but she still couldn't avoid getting soaked.
After swiping my access card to enter, I couldn't help but shiver because my clothes were all wet, and the cold air from the air conditioner made me feel cold.
Xie Nanzhi immediately rushed to the bathroom to take a hot shower to warm herself up. After all, her health had been poor ever since the car accident three years ago, and she could fall ill at the slightest thing.
Even with such caution, she still caught a cold.
I developed a high fever in the middle of the night and felt weak all over.
In a daze, she picked up her phone and called the front desk, hoping someone could send her some fever-reducing medicine.
But no one from the hotel came to deliver the medicine.
Are hotel services really this bad now?
After such a long time, even after the Long March has ended in triumph, not a single fever reducer has been delivered.
Perhaps it is because one is sick that one is easily vulnerable, and once a vulnerable and depressed mood takes over.
Xie Nanzhi was wrapped in a quilt, her whole body burning hot, yet she couldn't stop shivering.
This chill reminded her of the coldness she felt three months ago, lying on the icy operating table, the biting instruments tearing away her flesh.
She still can't forget it.
She could not forgive Pei Jingchuan for all the deception he had given her over the past three years.
She gritted her teeth, her brows furrowed.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Xie Nanzhi dragged her heavy steps to open the door. She thought that she would take her medicine and get a good night's sleep, hoping that she would feel better tomorrow.
Xie Nanzhi gently grasped the doorknob and pressed down, and the door opened.
Before she could even see anyone, Xie Nanzhi casually complained, "Why is it so slow?"
As soon as she finished speaking, her field of vision widened, and Xie Nanzhi was genuinely stunned for a moment.
The person standing outside the door wasn't a hotel staff member, but a tall and handsome man.
Before Xie Nanzhi could react, the man strode into the room, bent over, and picked up the woman in front of him without saying a word.
Xie Nanzhi's feet suddenly left the ground, and before her mind could catch up with the man's movements, she was already being gently placed on the bed.
He bent down and pulled the snow-white blanket over her, his cold and stern expression not very pleasant. He whispered, "Do you really like walking barefoot? You might as well throw away all your shoes."
Last time I walked barefoot outside the restaurant carrying my high heels, and this time is no different; my habit of walking barefoot hasn't changed at all.
He muttered something under his breath, but Xie Nanzhi didn't hear him because her attention was completely focused on the man's face.
"Mr. Wei, what brings you here?"
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