As Wen Zhaoye walked out of the factory, he bumped into Jiang Peitian. Without pausing, he headed straight home.
This person is really strange; I keep running into him.
Jiang Peitian stood there, his gaze momentarily unfocused, feeling that he possessed some of the arrogance and aloofness he had possessed in his youth.
He unconsciously raised the corners of his lips and said casually, "Don't misunderstand, I mainly run a global shipping company in Hong Kong. I just opened an entertainment company for my daughter, so I just wanted to talk to you about some cooperation today."
Worldwide Shipping?
Hong Kong's shipping magnate?
Wen Zhaoye recalled the article in the newspaper. He paused, glanced down at the lunchbox in his hand, and turned to say:
"Although I don't understand why you would be interested in my small factory, I don't think someone of your status would joke with me. Why don't we talk at my house? I can bring the food to my wife."
Jiang Peitian was very low-key and would request that his face not be shown during interviews. The more he looked at Wen Zhaoye, the more satisfied he became, and he followed behind him towards the small villa:
"Are you two very close?"
Could this guy have fallen for my little sister at first sight in Yuncheng and followed her all the way here?
A sense of crisis welled up inside Wen Zhaoye, and he said with a cold look in his eyes, "Yes, we have a very good relationship, and she can't live without me."
Jiang Peitian tossed aside the cigar he had only taken two puffs of and revealed his true thoughts: "So you married her?"
Wen Zhaoye glanced at him and said:
"I'm sorry, this is outside the scope of our cooperation. If you're after my wife, then there's no need to discuss cooperation today."
Jiang Peitian chuckled softly, a hint of affection unconsciously appearing on his face as he said:
"I think you've misunderstood. I just think you're a great person and want to promote your business in Hong Kong, and even globally. But after hearing about what happened between the two of you, I'm a little surprised."
Wen Zhaoye opened the iron gate:
"I never believe in free lunches or that good things fall from the sky, so can you tell me your true intentions?"
Jiang Peitian glanced around the small villa, his eyes landing on the second-floor bedroom with its curtains drawn. He figured Wen Jiaojiao was probably taking a nap.
He had inquired about every aspect of Wen Zhaoye over the past two days, and said cryptically:
"I just feel that some aspects of you are very similar to me when I was young."
The more successful a businessman is, the more greedy he becomes; he would never suddenly lend a hand to someone just because of a sentiment.
Wen Zhaoye had a feeling it was a trap, but he didn't want to lose a big order without fully understanding the situation. He said calmly with a handsome face:
"Excuse me, wait a minute. I'll take the food to my wife. Let's talk somewhere else." This also avoids the impression that you actually have feelings for her.
Jiang Peitian didn't care about the location; he just wanted to spend some time with this man who shared his bloodline.
He nodded: "It's okay, I'm not in a hurry. For some things, I have plenty of time."
"Then please wait here for a moment." Wen Zhaoye frowned slightly, increasingly convinced that he wasn't a good person.
After all, successful people have their schedules packed full; they would never waste time on unimportant people or things.
He was afraid that Jiang Peitian was after Wen Jiaojiao, so after giving instructions at the door, he went inside. He saw that Wen Jiaojiao was fast asleep, so he didn't disturb her and put the lunchbox on the bedside table.
Jiang Peitian wanted to experience every little detail about him, so he couldn't resist walking into the living room and immediately noticed a basket of children's toys next to the wall cabinet.
He frowned slightly: "Could it be that she's pregnant?"
Once the paternity test confirms a father-son relationship, he will definitely bring Wen Zhaoye back to Hong Kong to properly train him to take over the family business, and then find a suitable woman for him to marry in the future.
Therefore, for a woman of Wen Jiaojiao's status, if one truly likes her, keeping her as a mistress outside the home isn't a big deal.
But he could tell that Wen Zhaoye really cared about her, so he was afraid he wouldn't agree to the sugar daddy arrangement.
Wen Zhaoye stepped onto the stairs and caught a glimpse of him, adding another reason to dislike him:
I told him to wait at the door, but he still ran inside. I don't believe he didn't have some other purpose.
Jiang Peitian did not miss the fleeting look of disgust in his eyes. For the first time ever, he felt at a loss, not knowing what he had done wrong to annoy him time and time again.
Wen Zhaoye still wanted to figure out what tricks he was up to, so he poured him a glass of water and handed it to him, saying:
"My wife is asleep, we can talk here."
Jiang Peitian sat on the sofa with his long legs crossed, and said in a light tone, "I heard you want to do a franchise model, which happens to be what I'm thinking of opening a dozen or so stores in Yuncheng."
Do you have a unified plan for the renovation? Or what kind of talent or assistance do you need? I can help you solve it unconditionally.
Wen Zhaoye: "..." Has a pie really fallen from the sky?
Jiang Peitian noticed his suspicion and patiently explained, "There's no need to be too surprised. I'm just curious about you."
Wen Zhaoye ate a quick bite of the cafeteria food and carried the freshly prepared meal home.
Jiang Peitian sat in the car, a cigar between his fingers. Seeing him, he got out of the car and said:
Do you live here?
Although he was waiting for the paternity test results, he was almost certain in his heart that the child was his son. However, without evidence, he was afraid that a hasty recognition would cause resentment.
However, for a middle-aged successful man with a large number of illegitimate daughters,
Having an outstanding son is definitely a source of pride and joy, so I can't help but want to spend time with him.
But Wen Zhaoye always felt that his repeated encounters with him meant he definitely wanted to take Wen Jiaojiao to become a star.
He gave him a cold look and scoffed, "Don't waste your time, my wife won't go with you."
Jiang Peitian was taken aback for a moment, missing the point, and asked, "Didn't you just get engaged yesterday? How come you already have a wife?"
"Because I'm happy." Wen Zhaoye finished speaking and turned around, leaving him with a detached and indifferent back view.
Are you curious about me?
Is this reason really that perfunctory?
Wen Zhaoye frowned, deciding to reveal the cooperation model to test his sincerity:
"The franchise fee is two thousand per store. If you open ten stores, that's a deposit of twenty thousand."
You'll cover the shop's labor costs; I'll be responsible for providing the merchandise. However, each garment sold must be priced according to our agreed-upon price, and I'll take a 60% profit.
If you decide to quit in the future, return the remaining goods to me, and your deposit will be refunded.
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