Chapter 171: Not Knowing How to Be Luckily
Afternoon.
Han Group office building.
Ms. Bai entered the CEO's office carrying a box of snow cakes. The first thing she saw was Han Zheng, sitting in his chair, looking exhausted and worried. Seeing her son so exhausted, she felt heartbroken. She ignored her own pain and hurried inside.
Han Zheng didn't look up when he heard the door open.
He is very annoying.
Especially after receiving a call from Warwick Group that morning saying the cooperation had been cancelled, he was extremely upset. He didn't care who the caller was, threw the documents aside, and shouted, "Get out!"
"A Zheng."
"Mom?" Han Zheng raised his eyes at the familiar woman's voice. He quickly stood up and went to help her. "I thought it was the secretary who didn't know what was going on. You're not feeling well, so why did you come to the company?"
"Bring you some cakes."
"Just let the servants do these things."
"Mom is worried about you." Bai Wanqing touched her son's haggard face, her eyes red. "Look at you, you've been staying up late lately and you've lost a lot of weight. I heard about the Warwick Group incident. It's okay. It's only a 200 million yuan cooperation. If it's lost, it's lost. After you and Yanyan's wedding on Saturday, she will ask Mr. An to mediate with Mr. Elton, and the Shine Group's project with a market value of 10 billion yuan will be yours."
Han Zheng said nothing.
His brows were tightly furrowed.
As if she had guessed his thoughts, Ms. Bai comforted him, "You and Yanyan are married, and you are a couple. Husband and wife are one, and her resources are yours. We don't need to worry about the process. As long as the Shine project is in your hands and the result is good, that's all that matters."
"Don't overthink it. Eat some snow cake and relax. Don't work overtime today. Go review the wedding guest list with Yanyan. Stay alert for the wedding and be a spirited groom."
Bai Wanqing stayed in the office for about ten minutes.
Han Zheng walked her downstairs.
Turn back.
He walked straight to the sofa and sat down, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, his frown showing no sign of relaxation. Exhausted, he fell into a light sleep, and in a trance, he returned to the past.
He started his internship at Han's when he was eighteen.
Not very talented.
It's very difficult to learn.
Not as good as those top students who graduated from Kyoto University.
However, as the eldest son of the Han family, he was treated with respect and courtesy by everyone in the company. However, as time went on, many people began to gossip about him behind his back. In the five years since he joined the company, from the age of eighteen to twenty-three, he hadn't accomplished a single useful thing, and hadn't even secured a single respectable project. Besides having good parents and a strong family background, he had nothing else to rely on.
Six years ago.
It was the night of his twenty-third birthday.
His mother gave him a great gift: a transnational financing project proposal, saying it was created by the elite team of Han's core team, with his name signed on it, asking him to complete it as a representative.
Isn't this plagiarizing other people's work?
He hesitated.
Recalling those casual conversations, he finally accepted. Sure enough, this amazing project went public successfully, and the company's stock price soared, generating more revenue than the previous ten years combined. His fame soared, and he was promoted to President of Han Group, topping the Forbes China rankings. He became the respected Mr. Han, both in Beijing and beyond.
The halo has been worn for too long.
I really thought I was the real President Han.
Unfortunately, reality slapped him in the face too quickly. After the project concluded, he wanted to prove himself, but due to a miscalculated plan, he signed a contract that caused the company to lose 300 million yuan overnight. He panicked, not knowing what to do. Ah Zhan had just returned from Country M and had been arranged by his father to intern at Han's. His mother had asked Ah Zhan to take the blame for this crime.
Ah Zhan became a prodigal son.
He is still the glorious President Han.
For the next six years, he played fast and loose, refusing to sign contracts rashly. Without risk, he naturally had no significant results to show for himself. Shareholders began to doubt his leadership, and department executives gradually lost trust in him. He had hoped to secure his position through a partnership with the Shine Group, but they chose Shi Yin's project instead, rather than him.
He failed again.
An Yan was a man of vision. Upon learning of his predicament, she selected Warwick Group's Western Suburbs Project from among hundreds of other projects. She told him to work hard and secure the project, which would allow him to quickly establish himself.
He did it.
We had a good talk.
He was about to sign a contract with Mr. Tang from Warwick, but he suddenly changed his mind and turned to curry favor with Shine's CEO, Si En, and stood him up with just an apology.
He was unwilling to always steal other people's achievements to strengthen his own.
He also wanted to succeed once.
But now.
It seemed that he could only rely on the relationship of the An family and ask Mr. An to come forward and get the Shine Group's project back from Shi Yin.
“Bang, bang!”
The knock on the door brought Han Zheng back to his senses.
Seeing his friend coming in, he casually said to him, "Sit down."
"Are you still worried about the Warwick project? With Miss An's support, isn't the Shine project a sure thing? You're just born with good luck. You're a treasure in your parents' eyes, and your wife helps you with everything. You're much better than your brother."
"What do you want from me?"
"Nothing much, I was just drinking at the new club in IFS. I saw Miss An going upstairs to try on wedding dresses, but I didn't see you. I passed by the Han's Building and came up to see you. The wedding is almost here, why haven't you decided on a wedding dress yet?"
"Her sister was in charge of the wedding dress, but she messed it up."
"Are you saying that An Leyao couldn't bid for Aro's wedding dress at Hongmei Villa and is causing trouble? This second young lady is really good to her sister, even better than you, her future husband. Look at you, you don't order wedding dresses for anyone, and you don't even accompany anyone to try on wedding dresses."
"It's not a big deal, just a marriage." Han Zheng said.
My friend smiled.
Changing the subject: "Do you have anything to eat? The wine gave me a stomachache."
Han Zheng looked around and pointed at the box of cakes on his desk. His friend stood up, walked over and opened it. The snow cake caught his eye and he exclaimed in amazement, "Which bakery made this? It looks so exquisite."
"My mom made it."
"Auntie also has this skill?"
"She only knows how to make this kind of pastry," said Han Zheng.
The friend took a piece and put it in his mouth. It tasted very good, and he ate three or four pieces in a row. Han Zheng glanced at him and said, "If you like it, take it all. Don't leave any for me."
"Isn't this bad? Your aunt made it for you."
"I've been eating it since I was a child, and I'm tired of it."
"Then I won't be polite."
Han Zheng hummed, saying nothing more. He glanced at his friend, who was happily eating, and for a moment, he seemed to see the figure of Han Zhan when he was young.
A Zhan likes to eat snow cake very much.
Said it was especially delicious.
Every time his mother made it, he would hold the cake in his hands as if it were a priceless treasure.
Han Zheng didn't understand his thinking. It was just an ordinary pastry, so why cherish it so much? Only when his mother brought the pastries to him at the Han residence would Han Zheng eat two more pieces. The rest of the time, he would either give them to his secretary or put them in the trash.
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