Song Ping laughed heartily: "Is it true that even with the support behind you, we can't be harmed by our Song family?"
Song Ping patted my shoulder and said, "Kid! Be smart. You can't wade through the waters of Kyoto."
"Did Master Song bring the contract? I still need some samples. This is my bottom line. I can't just buy components without thinking."
I do need evidence, but I can't act like a slave.
And the way I am now forced to compromise is in line with my previous attitude of preferring death to surrender.
Song Ping didn't suspect that I was setting a trap.
He took out a contract from his bag and threw it on the coffee table:
"I'll have someone send the samples over. Can you sign first? If I had known, my grandfather wouldn't have come."
I checked the contract and the component numbers and everything are correct, including the quantity and unit price.
This is really a scam! They dare to sell these rubbish at such a high price.
"I think it's better to let Mr. Song come. I happen to know him."
"Attention, that's called a visit!"
Okay! I'll have a good meeting!
The old man of the Song family came first, with a gloomy face:
"Is there anyone I must come to see?"
Old Master Song said a word, and then Old Master Tong brought Tong Feifei, and Tong Feifei was actually holding Cheng Junlin's arm.
The three of them entered the office together.
Mr. Song was a little surprised: "Lao Tong! Chief Engineer Cheng! Why are you here?"
Cheng Junlin came to my side as soon as he arrived and held my hand:
"God-son! Have you been very busy these days?"
Song Ping's face twitched when he heard the word "godson".
Cheng Junlin is much older than his grandfather. How could a grasshopper in his eyes have such a powerful godmother?
"Grandma, please sit down!" I just took the opportunity to remove the word "Cheng", which immediately shortened the distance between us by several percent.
I helped Cheng Junlin sit down on the sofa, and then went to greet Mr. Tong.
But he left Old Song aside.
"Old Song, you take a seat too! We're here today to deliver documents to Linghang. Didn't Linghang Group just get incorporated into the military-industrial complex?"
With a "puff", Mr. Song's butt fell directly onto the sofa as soon as he heard the word "military-industrial enterprise" before it even touched the sofa.
"Linghang Group was incorporated into the military industry?"
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