"He's just a friend I met at the trade fair," Jiang Xiaoyan said, noticing his odd expression. "He was probably just joking."
Seeing that he was a little annoyed, Zhang Fengxia sat down on a chair next to him and said, "What are you joking about? Mr. Wang said he wanted to marry you and give you a Mercedes-Benz!"
"President Wang? What President Wang?" Lu Feng asked Zhang Fengxia.
Zhang Fengxia seemed to be deliberately stirring up trouble, saying, "President Wang is a rich man. He not only wants to bribe Sister Xiaoyan, but he also wants to bribe me. He said that if we are willing, he can buy this factory."
"It was all a joke." Jiang Xiaoyan picked up her teacup and said, "Don't take it seriously. Besides, that... has nothing to do with you."
Jiang Xiaoyan looked at Lu Feng, seemingly having mustered a lot of courage, and said, "We're both divorced, so we have no obligation to care about each other anymore. I'm doing fine now, so let's just be friends. If you come, I'll definitely welcome you."
Hearing this, Lu Feng felt indescribably sad, but what she said was the truth, a truth he had to accept whether he wanted to or not.
"So, do you want to look for one?" Lu Feng took a sip of tea and said, "The factory is quite busy right now, and you're quite busy too. If you're going to look for one, you'll have to keep your eyes open."
Jiang Xiaoyan smiled but didn't answer. Instead, she asked, "You're doing quite well abroad?"
"It's alright, we narrowly escaped disaster. The company is growing bigger and bigger now, it's not the small cannery it used to be, and there are many things to do in all aspects." Lu Feng glanced at Zhang Fengxia and said, "Now we're going to expand internationally."
“I’ve only been gone for a short time, and the speed of development is truly unmatched. When will our small business catch up with you?” Zhang Fengxia exclaimed. “I used to think that 80% of the credit for that company was mine, but now it seems that’s not the case.”
“You can go back anytime you want,” Lu Feng said to her.
Zhang Fengxia didn't speak, and Jiang Xiaoyan seemed to have nothing to say either. For a moment, the office was quite awkward. Usually, Lu Feng would have been sensible enough to stand up and say goodbye at this time.
The silence lasted for a long two minutes. Lu Feng glanced at the time; it was three in the afternoon. He then said, "My treat. How about we go out for afternoon tea?"
“Sure, all the meetings that needed to be held are over, it’s time to give myself a short break,” Zhang Fengxia said happily.
“There are other things to do.” Jiang Xiaoyan looked at Lu Feng and said, “You go ahead and do your thing. I know you’re busy. If you want to see Duoduo, we can have dinner together tonight when you’re not busy.”
"Didn't we say we were done with work? Let's go out for coffee or something." Lu Feng stood up and said, "Let's invite that General Manager Wang along too."
"What are you doing?" Jiang Xiaoyan asked anxiously. "It's just the three of us having coffee. That Mr. Wang is just making trouble out of nothing. We don't need to pay him any attention."
"We're not doing anything, just meeting up and giving you some feedback. We're still friends, right?" Lu Feng said, looking at her.
"It's not like that..."
“Yeah, what’s there to be afraid of? I’ll call him.” Zhang Fengxia, as if she were enjoying watching a good show, interrupted Jiang Xiaoyan and made the decision immediately.
Zhang Fengxia picked up the phone and called General Manager Wang.
"President Wang? I'm Fengxia!" Zhang Fengxia's voice was incredibly sweet, with a hint of schadenfreude.
Mr. Wang had never heard Zhang Fengxian's voice so sweet before, and his heart rate became a little unstable for a moment. He hurriedly said, "Fengxia, why did you think of me? I thought you were angry last time. I really like you."
“I know, how could I dare to be angry with President Wang? I just missed you. Not only did I miss you, President Jiang missed you too. Do you have time now? How about we grab some coffee?” Zhang Fengxian said sweetly.
"You two... this change is too drastic, isn't it? What happened? Have you come to your senses?" Mr. Wang's voice trembled slightly.
"Just tell me if you're coming or not?" Zhang Fengxian asked.
"Yes, definitely! Which coffee shop?"
Zhang Fengxia gave the address, hung up the phone, and looked at Jiang Xiaoyan, saying, "Done!"
"Why did you bring him here?" Jiang Xiaoyan asked, somewhat worried. Wasn't this just asking for trouble?
"Let's go get some coffee," Zhang Fengxian said excitedly.
The two got into Lu Feng's car and headed straight for the coffee shop.
Mr. Wang is 38 years old this year. His company mainly deals in various raw materials for daily chemical products. In Shenzhen, he is considered one of the larger suppliers in the industry. The company's market value has exceeded 100 million yuan. He is definitely a prominent figure in the industry.
Mr. Wang made his fortune in the mid-1980s and has experienced a lot over the years. He has seen all kinds of women. Zhang Fengxia's change of heart made him secretly wonder.
I'm definitely going, but before I leave, I'm bringing two people with me from the company's security department, just in case something happens.
Inside the coffee shop, Lu Feng ordered quite a few things, one coffee each. The environment here was very nice; after all, those who could afford to dine here now were considered upper-class people.
Lu Feng and Jiang Xiaoyan were talking about Duoduo's studies. This little guy's test scores would immediately improve if he was pushed a bit, but would drop if he relaxed even slightly. He just lazed around at school all day long, which gave Jiang Xiaoyan a real headache.
“I’ll talk to her about this tonight,” Lu Feng said in a deep voice.
“What’s the use of saying that? I not only scold you, but I also hit you when I get angry. You’re still useless.” Jiang Xiaoyan sighed and said, “If you have a good foundation in elementary school, you can choose a good junior high school. Otherwise, one wrong step will lead to many more.”
As the two were whispering, a man in a suit walked in through the door. He was about 1.7 meters tall, slightly overweight, with a square face and a slicked-back hairstyle. His silver suit was a bit too big, giving off an air of nouveau riche arrogance.
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