Chapter 9
Guan Ying had likely already communicated the rework requirements with Masters Liu and Qin in advance, so when Zheng Juyong arrived at the port yard, the workers were already revising the previous day's work. They were sifting through the heavy trucks loaded with goods yesterday, sorting out any deformed steel pipes and retaining only the intact ones.
The workers were busy and no one paid any attention to Zheng Juyong, so Zheng Juyong understood the situation and worked more and talked less, becoming a completely different person from the day before. Fortunately, with the presence of a "sweet girl" like Jiawei, the atmosphere was not too awkward.
Before dark, the workers had finished picking the goods. Jiawei handed Zheng Juyong a business card and said, "If you leave now, you'll still have time to come back in the evening. I've already checked the address with the driver of the lead truck. I'll leave the escort of the goods to you."
Zheng Juyong looked at the business card. It was written entirely in Arabic, and he only recognized one line of numbers. "Is this the client's business card?"
Jiawei nodded: "Yes, I have already paid a visit on behalf of the customer this morning and told him everything that needed to be said, so all you have to do is call the number on this business card and notify him to pick up the goods."
The business card had a gold-rimmed edge and was as solid as a domestic bank card. This new client looked quite powerful. Since this was their first transaction, first impressions were crucial. Zheng Juyong looked at his outfit with some trepidation. "Sister Jiawei, do I need to go back and change? Also, are there any social etiquette requirements here?"
Jiawei shook her head: "I think, by the time you deliver it, it will be very late. The customer won't show up in person. He should ask the worker on duty to come out to receive the goods, so you should relax~"
That was fine. Zheng Juyong handed the pickup truck keys to Jiawei and went to deliver the goods with the truck fleet.
It was already night when the convoy arrived at the customer's factory. After a brief communication, a duty manager and several workers arrived to meet them. Zheng Juyong couldn't speak the language, so he relied on body language to communicate. Since he only had to watch the trucks go through the scales one by one and align a few numbers, the process went smoothly.
When he needed to sign the weighing slip, he would leave his name. After weighing the last truck, he signed the last receipt and prepared to call it a day and return home.
The manager on duty smiled and invited him into an office. It turned out that the other party wanted to take a photo of the document and send it to the boss. He would not be allowed to leave until the boss checked it and confirmed that there was no problem.
It didn't take long for Zheng Juyong to sit down, but the duty manager suddenly went out to answer a phone call. He didn't know what the other boss said, but when the duty manager came back, he chased him with several signatures on the documents and questioned him. Thinking he had signed the wrong name, Zheng Juyong had to add Guan Ying next to his own.
The manager on duty shook his head and detained him.
He had no choice but to call Sister Jiawei: "Sister Jiawei, did you explain everything clearly to the client this morning? I don't know why, but they kept grabbing the signature column and locked me in the office."
There was a lot of noise on the other end of the line, so Jiawei asked loudly, "Ah? Did they give you a hard time?"
Zheng Juyong was worried that she couldn't hear him clearly, so he shouted back, "No, they even made me a pot of Chinese tea, but they wouldn't let me go!"
Jiawei: "Wait for me, I'll contact them right away!"
Soon, Jiawei called back: "Hey, it's nothing! Boss Hassan said it's too late, and as a courtesy, he'll arrange a car to take you home. Just wait! This is a good idea, it's safer~"
He thought he had done something wrong again, but it turned out that the customer was just being kind. Zheng Juyong's tense nerves finally relaxed for a moment.
A moment later, two beams of strong light shot into the factory area, and a yellow Lamborghini sports car drove in, followed by a black Rolls-Royce Phantom.
He'd assumed they'd just send a pickup truck, but he hadn't expected this kind of fanfare. Could it be that Mr. Hassan himself was coming? Zheng Juyong hurriedly stood up and hastily brushed the dust off his clothes. He'd been busy all day at the freight yard, looking dusty and dusty. Compared to the other party's enthusiasm, it seemed like he wasn't paying enough attention.
"Zheng?" A young man wearing a red and white headscarf walked out from under the gorgeous and dazzling headlights of the Lamborghini. He was very handsome, but his tone was rash and he seemed a little unstable. "Ha~ Friend! Hello!" His Chinese was also very frivolous, probably only enough for such a greeting.
Zheng Juyong felt relieved. At least the other party was a young man!
"Hello! Mr. Hassan?" Zheng Juyong saw the other party nod happily, confirming that he was the owner of the gold-embossed business card. "Pleasure to see you."
Hassan looked around curiously, a slightly impolite smile on his face: "My pleasure! Bro~ We, Guan Ying and Daniel, are friends!"
Zheng Juyong heard the name "Daniel" again. Apparently, this middleman played a crucial role in this deal, so he suddenly found a topic to talk about: "Who is Daniel?"
Hassan's eyes flickered, and he seemed to think hard before speaking: "Oh...Haha! My Canadian friend!" Seeing that Zheng Juyong was thinking seriously about something, he suddenly put his arm around his shoulder, "Hey! Zheng, let's take a selfie! Let's take a selfie!" Without waiting for Zheng Juyong to react, Hassan had already raised his mobile phone and started clicking the shutter without thinking.
I don't know what this means. Zheng Juyong's current appearance is dusty and photogenic. Could it be that Hassan is doing business with Chinese people for the first time and is eager to post a photo on social media to show off? He can't embarrass his countrymen. Zheng Juyong straightened his body and put on a serious diplomatic face.
After taking the photos, Hassan looked down at the clearer ones, eagerly enlarging each one to examine them. But he only looked at Zheng Juyong's side. This was strange. He was standing right in front of Hassan, so why was he staring at him? And even if he was sifting through the photos, he shouldn't have only looked at his side! It was as if he was trying to crop a photo of just him, and he had to deliberately avoid Hassan's arm around his shoulder...
"OK! Too late, Bro~ See you next time!" Hassan finally found a photo that he was very satisfied with. He looked up and said goodbye to Zheng Juyong without any further ado.
Hassan waved his hand, and the driver of the Rolls-Royce behind opened the back door for Zheng Juyong, as if urging him to get in.
On the way back, Zheng Juyong felt more and more that something was wrong. Suddenly, an idea struck him: Canadian!
No wonder, no wonder Guan Ying was able to turn over this batch of foreign goods so quickly, and no wonder Hassan didn't care about anything. Hassan is rich and powerful, and he didn't buy this batch of goods at all!
How could business be done this way?! How could Guan Ying... This, this is too despicable! Immoral, dishonorable, and unacceptable! Zheng Juyong sat in the spacious and comfortable ergonomic leather seat of the Rolls-Royce, feeling very uncomfortable.
When he returned to the dormitory, it was already past midnight. Zheng Juyong had no intention of falling asleep and paced back and forth in the living room, clutching his cell phone.
This involved ideology and morality; it was a serious matter! He couldn't wait for daybreak. An inexplicably strong sense of responsibility rose within him: If he didn't even bring it up, who would? How could he watch Guan Ying sink into such depravity? Even getting her to listen to his advice wasn't easy; he had to think through his words first. Ah, this phone call was even harder than last night's!
His cell phone suddenly rang, almost making his heart jump out of his throat. Fortunately, it was Qiao Qi calling.
"What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"
"Well! Juyong, is everything going well for you? I miss you so much, can you come back earlier? I can't wait any longer, can you come back today?" After waiting for three days, Qiao Qi couldn't wait any longer.
In the past, he would always meet Qiao Qi's requests. As long as Qiao Qi said she wanted to see him at eight o'clock, he would be by her side at six o'clock.
"Qiqi, I'm more anxious to go back than you, but for the sake of the wedding, we have to be patient. Half of the things here are already dealt with. It will be done soon."
"Juyong, I really can't wait any longer. It was you who asked me to marry you, and I agreed to it despite a lot of pressure. How can you bear to leave me now?" Qiao Qi started crying.
"Qiqi, listen to me..." Zheng Juyong couldn't hold back her tears. Even through the phone line, his heart was about to break.
At this moment, there was a rustling sound outside the door, and the electric door lock made a mechanical rotation sound.
Xiao Weiyan pushed two large suitcases and opened the dormitory door. Behind his tall figure followed a woman wearing a baseball cap.
"Qiqi, wait for me a moment." Zheng Juyong hurried forward, bent down and took one of the suitcases. He naturally assumed that the person following Xiao Weiyan was Jiawei. "Sister Jiawei, are you moving back to the dormitory?"
Xiao Weiyan's expression was a little strange as he put his luggage away: "Jiawei has been staying at the Palace Hotel. She probably doesn't want to come back here anymore. Haven't you rested yet?"
Zheng Juyong had been here for so many days and had been curious about Jiawei's residence, but his answers were always vague, so he gradually stopped asking. It was really rare for Xiao Weiyan to suddenly answer with such detail.
"Ugh, so tired!" The man behind me carelessly took off his baseball cap and tossed it on the clothes rack by the door. "What are you doing if you're not sleeping? Are you annoyed by the barking dogs outside again?!"
It turned out to be Guan Ying.
Zheng Juyong was stunned at the door: "Why are you back?"
Guan Ying woke up at four in the morning to clean his butt, packed two large suitcases to catch the plane, and was picked up by Xiao Weiyan at the Dubai airport. She had been busy all the way and had lost her temper. "You care about me?"
She always had a way to choke Zheng Juyong to death with just one sentence.
Xiao Weiyan had already stuffed two heavy suitcases into the bedroom. Perhaps noticing that there was only one bed, he mentioned to Guan Ying, "I think you should stay at my place. I'll leave this place to Ju Yong."
"Your place? Forget it. Starting tomorrow, I have to go to the market, so it's not convenient." Guan Ying kicked off the shoes at her feet and lazily changed into a pair of slippers.
"It's not inconvenient for me. I can adjust my schedule to suit you. You don't have to worry about affecting me all the time."
Guan Ying gently stood on tiptoe, cupped Xiao Weiyan's cheeks with both hands, and nuzzled his nose like a cat: "Honey, I'm afraid of trouble. I want to sleep a little longer. It's closer here, you know."
Xiao Weiyan leaned over and chased her mouth: "I can get up early to send you, and you can catch up on your sleep in the car."
"No~ You still have to go to work at the law firm, and it's too tiring for you to take a detour to pick me up. I don't want to disturb Jiawei's rest, and I don't want to leave you~" Guan Ying hooked her hands around his neck, leaned back, and teased him with a reluctant look.
The little bully of Xicheng was so soft-spoken and charming in front of a man. Zheng Juyong was really amazed!
The awkward thing was that the two of them ignored Zheng Juyong, who was standing beside them. No, Xiao Weiyan seemed to have secretly glanced at Zheng Juyong.
Zheng Juyong's frown deepened even deeper than the wrinkles on his father, Zheng Dongfang's forehead, which had accumulated over sixty years. He didn't know how Guan Ying managed to be so passionate about Xiao Weiyan while also taking advantage of her ex in business. Depravity, too depravity, wasn't it?
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