Wag, having received the stamped contract, slowly curled the corners of his lips into a smile.
It's true that having connections makes things easier; as long as you find the other party's weakness, there's nothing you can't accomplish.
Chen Niaoshu glanced at the contract, poured him a glass of red wine, and said, "It seems we've seized this opportunity. Congratulations."
"Congratulations to you too." Wagner raised his wine glass and clinked it against hers.
He wants far more than that.
Lu Yunshen founded a technology company in Guangzhou, so he will build a branch of his group in Guangzhou.
The Chinese market at that time was incredibly tempting.
However, competitors who are capable of taking a share of the market are not interested in this area at the moment.
"We'll go to Guangzhou before the Lunar New Year to try and secure the land use rights."
“Your studio will then be working directly with the group, so you won’t have to worry about orders.” Wag put his arm around her waist and kissed the corner of her lips.
Chen Niaoshu took the initiative to move closer, her resentment turning into fighting spirit.
After returning to China, she focused too much on her opponents and forgot that she needed to become strong first before she could have the confidence to look down on them.
"Wag, if you want the Chen family's connections, you'll have to find a way to protect the Chen family. As for the Xiao family, use them however you like." Chen Niaoshu's tone was indifferent, her eyes devoid of any emotion.
Wag stared into her dark eyes, raising an eyebrow slightly. He would have done this even without her asking.
But her brother wasn't within the scope of his protection...
…
In Fukushi.
The first negotiation failed.
Ren Donglai personally escorted the senior executives of S Group back to their hotel.
Lin Ziyan drove Fang Jie home, with the chubby girl sitting in the passenger seat.
"Ayan, how could they have the nerve to ask us to return all the machines and then demand compensation for the loss?"
"S Group truly lives up to its capitalist origins; they won't let go of anyone they've targeted until they've squeezed every last drop of blood out of them," Sister Fang cursed angrily the whole way.
"They even said that our research team plagiarized their work, and that we wouldn't pursue it to show our sincerity..."
Fangjie continued to berate him, only calming down after chugging water from her thermos.
"Aren't you angry at all?" she said, then stopped and looked at Lin Ziyan in the driver's seat.
The chubby girl pursed her lips, equally curious as to why Ah Yan wasn't angry at all.
Lin Ziyan parked the car in front of Fang Jie's house, turned to look at the back seat, and smiled faintly.
"What's there to be angry about? We have a contract in hand, they can't win a lawsuit."
"Moreover, as long as this contract exists, they will have to terminate it peacefully if they want to enter the Chinese market."
"If they drag out the lawsuit, our appliance factory won't be able to ship the goods..." Fangjie suddenly paused. No, of course they can ship the goods.
This will only put S Group in a more passive position.
They should be even more eager to open up the Chinese market, especially after seeing the rapid development of Guangzhou.
Thinking about it this way, Fangjie stopped being angry and felt relieved.
The chubby girl was still completely confused, not knowing what kind of riddle the two were playing.
Lin Ziyan: "Anyone can talk big. If they really have evidence that we plagiarized, they can just sue us directly. Why go through all this trouble?"
"Besides, I've already applied for the patents. Even if their R&D team develops it tonight, it won't be us who are being plagiarized."
Fat girl, "..."
Fang Jie, "..."
patent?
Does the branch factory have a patent?
"Sister Fang, you can rest at home for the next couple of days. Leave the negotiations to me," Lin Ziyan reassured her.
Mu Fang nodded, took her bag, and got off the bus.
She stood at her front door, thoughtfully watching the car drive away.
Mu Fang opened the iron gate and paused when she saw the pile of things at the entrance.
Because both she and Song Yi were busy, they hired a nanny to cook three meals a day.
The nanny doesn't live at home; she goes back to the village after cooking.
The house is cleaned by a nanny, and there are usually no things piled up at the door.
She and Song Yi funded the construction of this three-story building, and Song Yi handled all the subsequent decoration, furniture, and other aspects by himself.
"Brother, this sofa is nice. Why didn't you send it back to Beijing? The wooden sofa at home is so cold..."
What are you doing here?
Song Yi's icy voice rang out.
Fang raised an eyebrow and walked into the house carrying her bag.
When Song Zhenzhen saw her, a wicked glint flashed in her eyes, but it disappeared in an instant.
Mu Fang noticed this and walked upstairs without making a sound. Her calves were cramping, and she didn't have time to deal with Song Zhenzhen.
But clearly, the other party didn't want to let her off so easily.
“Brother, she saw the things at the door but didn’t bring them in. Those were supplements that Mom and Dad bought for her. In the end, she just looks down on our Song family.”
"I think she's just taking advantage of her pregnancy to give me attitude..." Song Zhenzhen looked at Mu Fang with a contemptuous gaze.
Song Yi's expression instantly darkened. "Enough!"
“You brought these things, and you just threw them away without bringing them in. We don’t care about them. If you keep talking to your sister-in-law like that, don’t blame me for being rude to you.”
Mu Fang rolled her eyes, leaned against the stairwell, her gaze falling on Song Zhenzhen's astonished expression. A slight twitch appeared at the corner of her mouth as she spoke slowly and deliberately.
"Song Yi, your sister has mental problems. Could it be hereditary in your Song family?"
Song Yi walked quickly to her, frowned slightly, and said in a low voice, "Don't mind her. I'll have someone take her to the hotel in a bit."
Fang glanced at him and then stepped upstairs.
Song Zhenzhen suddenly stood up. Her brother's words just now felt like a slap in the face, and they were still burning.
She strode to the top of the stairs and said bitterly, "Don't even think about calling me sister-in-law for the rest of your life!"
"cheap…"
"Slap!" Song Yi raised his hand and slapped the other person across the face.
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