Hong Jinbao was originally an old idler, so Wang Hongcheng's scolding didn't hurt him at all.

"Brother-in-law, even though the work was not done, I did it. I promised Yanyan and the others that I would give each of them five dollars as hard work fee, and the rest of the money is not much for me."

"If you don't give it to me, then I can only go and talk to my sister and ask her to give me the money."

Wang Hongcheng was so angry that he was puffing his beard and eyes.

He was not afraid that his wife would use this to bully him, but women love to gossip. If this matter got to the ears of that bitch Shen Mingzhu, he would be in big trouble.

Wang Hongcheng threw a hundred yuan to Hong Jinbao with a sour face, and repeatedly ordered Hong Jinbao not to tell anyone else about this, and then left angrily.

He failed to steal the chicken and ended up losing a handful of rice. He lost 250 yuan in a day's work, which made him very angry.

After this incident, Wang Hongcheng could only temporarily give up the idea of ​​causing trouble for Shen Mingzhu.

There are still two months until the Mid-Autumn Festival, and he has to keep a close eye on Hengxing, a major client.

It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. After he finishes this part, he will slowly settle the score with that bitch.

…

After school in the afternoon, Shen Mingzhu stood outside the gate of the food factory, holding her waist as usual, waiting for Pei Ziheng.

Seeing her relaxed brows and the gentle smile on her face, Pei Ziheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

In the afternoon, he was always thinking about the shop, worried that Shen Mingzhu would be unhappy, and he didn't even have the mood to attend class.

"Mom, have you sorted out the problem in the shop?"

"Yeah, it's solved."

Zhao Yun didn't understand and asked curiously what was going on.

Shen Mingzhu wanted to let the two children see the dangers of society, so she told them the whole story like telling a story.

"Wow, Uncle Pei is awesome!"

Zhao Yun flattered Pei Yang sweetly, but Pei Ziheng seemed to be thinking about something.

…

"Manager Meng, this is the new mooncake gift box packaging of our Fushun Cake Factory this year. There are three styles in total."

Seeing Meng Yan frowning as he looked at the mooncake gift box on the coffee table, Wang Hongcheng very tactfully took out a thick envelope from his briefcase.

"Manager Meng, this is the first time we've dealt with each other, and I don't know what you like. This is a small token of my appreciation."

Wang Hongcheng had a smile on his face, but he was very depressed.

He had given a big gift once before when Huang Yuan was the purchasing manager. But after Huang Yuan left, a new person named Meng Yan came, so he had to give a gift again to curry favor.

"Boss Wang, I appreciate your kindness, but you can take the things back."

Meng Yan’s refusal made Wang Hongcheng subconsciously think that the other party thought the money was too little.

He smiled, but in his heart he was laughing, "Manager Meng, I came here in a hurry today, and I'm not well prepared. So, you can keep this first. I'll host you at Jinxi Hotel tonight, and we can talk while we eat. How about that?"

Meng Yan smiled and said, "No wonder, Mr. Wang, look at your gift box, the name is printed wrong, you must have been in a hurry."

Wang Hongcheng's face froze for a moment, and then he brought up the excuse that the trademark name was preemptively registered by an outsider, "...I had no choice but to change the word, but Manager Meng, don't worry, the mooncakes will taste absolutely fine. If you don't believe me, try them. These are newly made this year and are delicious."

Meng Yan leaned back, his expression amused, "Boss Wang, you know I'm a new official, and I didn't sign the contract. How can I accept your mooncakes if they don't match the contract?"

Wang Hongfa said hurriedly, "This is simple, Manager Meng. Let's sign a new contract and use the new name. The products are the same anyway, so there's no difference in the name."

"Mr. Wang, a single word can lead to a huge mistake. What we want is Ronghua, the contract is signed with Ronghua, and the deposit has been paid. If you cannot deliver on time, then Hengxing can only take legal action."

"Isn't that possible?"

When Wang Hongcheng met Meng Yan's half-smile, his heart skipped a beat.

No, it must not be what he thought.

It would be better for him to eat shit than to let him bow to that bitch Shen Mingzhu.

"Manager Meng, you see, we have signed the contract. I have staked my entire fortune on the cooperation with Hengxing. If this cooperation fails, I will die. Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Please be kind and show me a way out."

Wang Hongcheng was very humble and almost knelt down to Meng Yan.

However, it was of no use. Meng Yan said, "Everything shall be done according to the contract," and stood up and ordered them to leave.

When you come, you are overjoyed; when you leave, you are sad.

Wang Hongcheng returned to the factory. Facing the more than 100,000 materials in the warehouse, Wang Hongcheng almost scratched his head, but he had no idea what to do.

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"Director Shen, your factory is really well run. If it continues to develop for another two or three years, it will definitely be as good as our Fushun Biscuit Factory..."

Looking at Wang Hongcheng who came to her house on his own initiative, Shen Mingzhu thought of a sentence: The weasel feeds the chicken...

Bah, she is not a chicken.

Shen Mingzhu interrupted Wang Hongcheng's chatter impatiently, "Boss Wang, if you have something to say, just say it. If not, please go back. I'm busy."

"Director Shen, my wife went to calculate my fortune a few days ago, and the fortune teller said that the word Rong would bring good luck to me. I don't believe it, but my wife does, and she insisted that I buy back the Ronghua trademark."

"How about this, there's no use for you holding the Ronghua trademark, why don't you sell it to me for a thousand dollars?"

Shen Mingzhu pretended to be shocked. "One thousand yuan? That's too much. I can't spend it all. Mr. Wang, you should keep this much money and spend it slowly."

Hearing her sarcasm, Wang Hongcheng's face turned unhappy.

"Director Shen, let's be frank. Please name a price."

"One hundred thousand."

Wang Hongcheng's face immediately turned dark, but he held back his anger and didn't get angry, which surprised Shen Mingzhu.

"Director Shen, if you really want to sell it, just name a good price. If you miss this opportunity, you'll never see it again."

"Okay, Mr. Wang, I'll tell you the truth. I won't sell the Ronghua trademark. Please go back."

Wang Hongcheng gritted his teeth and said, "Two thousand."

Shen Mingzhu buried her head in her work.

"Two thousand five! I can't go any higher. If you don't sell it, I'll leave."

Shen Mingzhu didn't even raise her eyebrows, "Goodbye."

Wang Hongcheng really wanted to leave, but he couldn't. If he couldn't get the Ronghua trademark back, Hengxing would sue him until he went bankrupt.

Seeing that soft tactics didn't work, he decided to use hard tactics, "Director Shen, I'll tell you the truth. If I don't get back the Ronghua trademark, I'll be in big trouble. But I'm going to make this clear today. If anyone makes me miserable, she won't be able to live comfortably either."

"Let me guess, it's because of Hengxing's order, right?"

Looking at Wang Hongcheng's expression, Shen Mingzhu knew that she had guessed right.

The dried tofu and spicy strips at the engagement party, the apple candies at the Spring Festival, and this time's Ronghua mooncakes, a man's repeated unselfish help to a woman, she was a little afraid to think about the reasons behind it.