Chapter 280 What is your identity? Second sister-in-law?
"There's a woman in Director Liang's office!" The secretary rushed to the staff hall, and they surrounded her. "Is she from our company?"
"No, I'm not wearing work clothes. I'm wearing a pink knitted skirt. I look so thin and tender."
"Boss Ni, right?" one of the female employees remembered. "Boss Liang likes to go to Yunhailou for social events. The owner's surname is Ni. She has a European and American style of makeup, very sexy and hot. She's the type that men can't get away from."
"This woman is in her early twenties, and Boss Ni is a mature woman. They are not of the same type."
A few employees who were not busy at work picked up their phones and went upstairs to take pictures.
......
He Sang put on his hat and walked towards the door.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going back to the hospital."
Liang Chihui stared at her with a smile that was neither happy nor angry, "Are you worried about the third brother?"
She was indeed worried about Liang Jishen. Ji Xilan only knew how to force him to fight for shares and family property. She did not understand his situation, let alone take care of him patiently. He had been in the hospital for three days and had received more than ten bottles of infusion, but his condition was getting worse. He Sang was really worried.
But before the words came to her lips, she braked in time.
"I'm accompanying Li Zhen. Her family ignored her and she's in a bad mood."
Liang Chihui's smile grew even wider, "Really?"
He Sang also stared at him, "Liang Jishen is your brother, so it's reasonable for me to visit him."
The light in the man's eyes darkened. "Will you go for me?"
No response.
He asked again, "In what capacity?"
He Sang lowered her eyes, her ten fingers tightly grasping the hem of her skirt. The huge office was extremely silent, so quiet that her palms were sweating.
"friend."
"Second sister-in-law?"
She was stunned and looked at him suddenly.
Liang Chihui is warm and gentle. He does not have the tough and sharp aggressiveness of Liang Jishen, but he is secretly domineering.
He Sang truly felt his extremely high level and his meticulous planning, and he knew that he could not beat him.
The reason why it went smoothly was that Liang Chihui deliberately let it go.
He even got the rhythm of releasing the water just right, invading inch by inch without making any sound.
"Okay, I won't bully you anymore." Liang Chihui laughed and helped her smooth things over. "The employees may be lying in ambush outside to see your true face. If you don't want to be exposed, why don't you wait for me in the office? I'll finish my talk with President Wang and personally send you out."
He Sang was worried about not having the chance to stay, so she searched his bookcase. She nodded, "Thank you for troubling me, second brother."
"I think I'm going to trouble you." He picked up the handkerchief on the rice paper. Although he was teasing her, he was also solemn and not offensive. "You went to many places to buy this high-quality imitation handkerchief, right?"
Her embarrassment had just subsided when it rose again, and her cheeks flushed.
Liang Chihui put away the handkerchief and said, "I'm very happy. At least you are willing to fool me. It's not easy to fool people, especially when a not-so-smart person fools a smart person."
She frowned, "Not very smart?"
The man clenched his fists and smiled, covering his lips. "What I mean is, if you're smart, I'm 90% smarter than you, so you're 80%. So, relatively speaking, I'm 10% smarter. Okay?"
He Sang hummed, "Okay."
She sat in the small reception area opposite, her index finger stroking the electronic lock of the bookshelf. "Second brother, can I read that book 'Wall Street Storm'?"
"Password 1171." Liang Chihui crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. "Do you understand?"
She said bluntly, "Read for fun."
"If you don't understand, ask me." He dialed the internal line of the landline and ordered his secretary to bring Mr. Wang to the office.
He Sang unlocked the door and took a quick look. There were over a thousand books, mostly on finance and trade, with astronomy, science, and history accounting for one third of the total.
I don't know what's mixed between the books. I won't gain anything by just skimming through them.
She took out "Wall Street Storm" and pretended to flip through it. Liang Chihui was observing her. If she focused on reading the text, the combination of Chinese and English would be too profound and would sound fake. So she looked at the pictures with great interest, old black-and-white photos of Wall Street, financial trading places, and the 1990s.
It fits her idea of "reading for fun".
He Sang was well-behaved, and she was under their supervision. Men were most likely a proud and conceited species, and they would not pay attention to women who were not threatening.
Liang Chihui withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes, and waited for President Wang.
"Brother, have you finished reading all these books?"
His voice was mellow, with a faint, smooth magnetism. "I've finished reading two rows."
"Records of the Grand Historian, General History of China. You like reading history, don't you?" He Sang stroked the two rows of books in front of him, flipping through them one by one. "I'm good at liberal arts, but math, physics, and chemistry combined don't even get 100."
Liang Chihui laughed grimly, "30 points for one subject?"
"I got a 9 in chemistry, and my best score in math was 59. I chased the teacher to add one point until I passed."
He listened with great interest, "Has it been added?"
“No.”
He Sang's eyes fell on the left side of the fourth row. There was a translated novel of "One Hundred Years of Solitude". The pages were not tightly packed together, and there was a gap between them.
There's something stuck in it.
She understood the importance of alerting the enemy, so she stopped immediately after flipping through the first two rows.
Not long after, Mr. Wang came in and glanced at He Sang on the sofa. "Is Miss He here too?"
He Sang bowed slightly, "Boss Wang."
Mr. Wang is an old hand, and he has a keen eye for the atmosphere between men and women.
There has been no "fruits" around Liang Chihui for many years.
His officially acknowledged girlfriends, although they had status, lacked atmosphere.
Once the atmosphere of romance is gone, it is easy for it to become a relationship between superiors and subordinates.
The strong party is the superior and the employer; the weak party is the subordinate and the obeyed.
In the eyes of outsiders, Liang Chihui appears to be "romantic and difficult to win over" because he does not provide a good atmosphere. Even if you follow him, he acts like a boss, not a lover.
But at this moment, he exuded an air of doting.
Mr. Wang was of course aware that He Sang was the future wife of the Third Young Master, and he had always gone with the flow, calling her the Third Young Master's wife. It was this unusual sentiment that made him cleverly change his words and call her Miss He.
"Boss Wang, why are you here at Liang Group?"
Liang Chihui gestured for him to take a seat.
Mr. Wang was very excited. "The provincial government has a billion-dollar engineering order, and Mr. Zhang has already signed a letter of intent."
"Director Zhang sent you here." Liang Chihui turned his chair, looking calm.
"Without Madam Yao's efforts, this large order wouldn't have been possible for the Zhang Group. Mr. Zhang is a man who knows how to repay a favor. Zhang invested 700 million, and you invested 300 million. He promised to split the subsequent returns 6:4 between the two companies."
Liang Chihui smiled deeply, "The cost is 73%, and the profit is 64%. Isn't Mr. Zhang at a disadvantage?"
"Of course." Mr. Wang asked, "Do you agree?"
"Of course I agree."
He Sang leaned against the sofa, once again impressed by the Liang family's second branch's strategic planning.
Yao Wenji had inquired, and she learned that Mr. Zhang had invested in numerous projects last year, and this year, they were in the final stages of completion, with no sales yet. His cash flow on the books was only 500 million yuan, and he had 200 million yuan in foreign debt collection. Mr. Zhang, believing himself to be a shrewd person, planned to collect the 200 million yuan as expected and then bring Liang Chihui on board to make up the remaining 300 million yuan, bringing the total to exactly 1 billion yuan. Little did he know it was a trap.
Liang Chihui said hello, and the 200 million yuan debt will be delayed until the end of the year.
Mr. Zhang’s shortfall is not 300 million, but 500 million.
200 million is not a large sum for the four wealthy families, but the key is that the money is not in their hands and cannot be recovered for the time being.
A penny can make a man a hero, let alone 200 million yuan of funds. The turmoil is enough to shake the entire Zhang Group.
Mr. Zhang’s only lifeline is Liang Chihui.
The bargaining chips he requested were too much for Director Zhang to bear.
This game of revenge will become the most exciting chapter in Liang Chihui's business resume.
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