Chapter 338 Feng Nanshu: I am the gift
At two o'clock in the afternoon, at Hongrong Home in Jezhou City, Yuan Youqin was sitting on the sofa, and it was obvious that she was not happy.
The quilt that had been taken out early to dry on the bed was also thrown on the sofa. The atmosphere was a little solemn, and Jiang Zhenghong couldn't help but be cautious when pouring tea, looking a little sneaky.
Jiang Qin grew up under their supervision. Although he lived in the school for a period of time, he would basically go home for lunch.
But after going to college, my son suddenly left home, and it was just the two of us left at home. It takes time to get used to it.
Especially since the summer vacation, Jiang Qin has become extremely independent, as if he no longer needs his parents or even living expenses, which makes the process of getting used to it extremely long.
A mother worries about her child even when he is far away. Knowing that he is in school, she may worry less, but when he goes out during the holidays, Yuan Youqin can't help but feel worried.
Especially women of this age, their nerves are very sensitive.
"Have a cup of tea and calm down. He has already said that he has important things to do."
Yuan Youqin took the teacup and took a sip: "I want to see what gift this brat can give me!"
Jiang Zhenghong looked up at his wife and thought to himself that women are women. Although they appear angry on the surface, they are actually still secretly looking forward to the gift from their son. I just don’t know if I have any gift.
While they were talking, there was a knock on the Jiang family's door. Before Jiang Zhenghong could react, Yuan Youqin had already run to open the door.
Feng Nanshu was standing outside the door in a pretty manner. When she saw Yuan Youqin, she immediately called her "Auntie" sweetly.
"Nan Shu? Isn't Jiang Qin not coming back? Why are you here?"
Feng Nanshu stood obediently and said softly, "Jiang Qin said I was a gift."
Yuan Youqin was stunned for a moment, thinking that his son was quite capable, so he must have guessed that I liked this girl, right? "Come on, come in, don't stand outside the door."
"good."
Feng Nanshu walked into the house, opened the shoe cabinet with ease, took out her own slippers and put them on. Even Yuan Youqin felt a little dazed when she saw this scene, as if she really had a new daughter.
Jiang Zhenghong also came over at this time. He heard the soft and gentle voice of "uncle" in his ears and immediately understood in his heart.
Oh, that's what sentimental gifts are like.
Yuan Youqin poured a glass of water for Feng Nanshu, patted Jiang Zhenghong and whispered, "Your son is capable. If he doesn't come back by himself, send Nanshu back to coax me."
"No one knows a mother better than her son. He knew you would fall for this. Look, he guessed it right, didn't he? I'm almost getting wrinkles from laughing, but this brat is so incompetent. Why don't I have a gift?"
Jiang Zhenghong was expressing his opinion when Feng Nanshu suddenly took out a CD from his bag: "Uncle, this is a gift from Jiang Qin."
"There really is a gift for me? What's in it?" Jiang Zhenghong took it and asked curiously.
"There's a big handsome bear inside."
Jiang Zhenghong was stunned for a moment, thinking, what is a big bear? Is it a disc of Animal World? I used to like watching it, but this brat didn't go home, so he didn't know to give him something valuable. These gifts are weirder than each other.
Living as a couple for a long time is indeed a bit lonely, but Feng Nanshu's arrival instantly livened up the atmosphere in the Jiang family.
Yuan Youqin was originally feeling depressed, but she immediately became energetic. She rushed to the balcony to collect the quilts, decorated Jiang Qin's room to the way Feng Nanshu liked it, and wanted to let her stay at home for a few days.
The rich young lady had lived in Jiang Qin's house for some time, so she was not too restrained this time. No matter where Yuan Youqin went, she followed her in her slippers. She also helped put on the quilt and water the flowers and plants, and her main character was "I am very well-behaved."
Most of Yuan Youqin's depression was cleared away, but she still couldn't help getting angry when she thought about Jiang Qin not coming back during the holiday.
"In fact, it would be better if we get used to this kind of life sooner."
Jiang Zhenghong was lying in front of the TV cabinet at this time, with one hand groping around behind it, looking for the power supply of the DVD player that had not been used for a long time, and he casually said a word of comfort.
After listening to this, Yuan Youqin was puzzled: "What's wrong with that?"
"He is still in college, so he can stay at home for one or two months every year during winter and summer vacations. But if he starts working in the future, he may not even have the chance to come back for the Chinese New Year."
"He won't come back for the New Year? The Spring Festival Gala needs him!"
Jiang Zhenghong touched a plug, pulled it out and took a look, and said, "Do you remember Brother Cao from our unit? His son is working in another place now. He didn't come back for the Chinese New Year last year, so he sent his daughter-in-law back to comfort him."
Yuan Youqin squinted at him and said, "Except for comparing Nan Shu to a daughter-in-law, the rest of your words are nonsense. If you don't go home for the New Year, you've even lost your traditional culture."
Feng Nanshu sat obediently beside him with a silly expression, as if he didn't understand anything, but in fact he was sending out nice guy cards in his mind, several of them in a row.
"You, bitch, just like to contradict me. I won't argue with you."
Jiang Zhenghong plugged in the power supply and pressed the eject button: "This DVD player has been idle for more than two years. I didn't expect it can still be used."
As he spoke, he took out the CD in the soft rubber protective cover, stuffed it into the disc tray and pushed it in. In less than a second, the picture appeared on the TV.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Linchuan Business Association First Stop Marketing Plan Q&A and On-site Signing Conference hosted by the Linchuan Municipal Government…”
"Next, please invite Jiang Qin, a young entrepreneur from Linchuan and the leader of the Linchuan business community, to come to the stage and give a speech."
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As the video progressed, Jiang Zhenghong's expression gradually became dazed, and he even rubbed his eyes twice. He felt both familiar and unfamiliar with Jiang Qin in the screen.
Damn it, no New Year holiday, it seems my son won’t have to go to work from now on!
At the same time, Jiang Qin had already boarded a plane to Shanghai, accompanied by Sun Zhi, head of the business department of the group buying division, and Deng Yuan, head of the marketing department of the group buying division.
As a former health care product lecturer, Sun Zhi came here to discuss business with him. Deng Yuan, as a participant in the ground promotion team, was temporarily transferred from the ground promotion site this time and needed to understand Jiang Qin’s layout of the group buying in advance.
Around four o'clock in the afternoon, the three people landed in Shanghai. As soon as they got out of the airport, they saw the people sent by Qin Zhihuan. They were wearing suits and white gloves, holding signs in their hands that warmly welcomed General Jiang's visit, and they also brought three bouquets of flowers with them.
To be honest, Jiang Qin only notified He Yijun when he came this time, and nominally came to accompany He Yijun, but Qin Zhihuan was able to do this, which obviously gave him enough face.
Fifteen minutes later, Jiang Qin was taken to the Kempinski Hotel. Qin Zhihuan and He Yijun were already waiting in a banquet hall.
Abalone, sea cucumber, lobster, sashimi, all kinds of delicacies filled the table, and white mist formed by dry ice kept puffing out around it. It didn't matter whether it tasted good or not, but it was already a great show.
"Mr. Jiang, you have come all the way to Shanghai. You must have worked hard. I would like to offer you a glass." As the host, Qin Zhihuan stood up and raised his glass.
"Mr. Qin, you are too polite. I am here just to join in the fun. It is not hard work."
Jiang Qin put away the wine in his glass and moved closer to He Yijun: "How is it? How do you feel?"
"I've seen it, and it's more reliable than I thought." He Yijun affirmed.
Jiang Qin was a little surprised: "You have come to this conclusion, so why did you ask me to come?"
"You are worse than me. I can't see it, but maybe you can see it."
"Damn it, for a moment I couldn't tell whether you were praising me or insulting me."
Jiang Qin complained, sat up straight and started to show off his food with chopsticks. He slept for the whole afternoon, had a simple soup dumpling and got on the plane. He hadn't eaten until now and was really a little hungry.
After the meal, they exchanged a few pleasantries and then announced the end of the party. Jiang Qin wiped his mouth, thinking there would be some other programs, but as soon as he left the banquet hall, he was taken to a suite on the top floor.
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Shouldn't these businessmen wash their feet after dinner? Have the businessmen in Shanghai already abandoned this excellent traditional culture? How can you negotiate a deal without washing your feet? Jiang Qin felt that his first impression was right. Qin Zhihuan was more likely to be an intellectual than a businessman. He didn't even understand this unspoken rule.
But the next second, he began to be thankful that he was not forced to wash feet, because his father suddenly called him.
In fact, Jiang Qin has been giving his parents warnings about doing business. The gifts and red envelopes he gives them have been increasing little by little. His main goal is to boil the frog in warm water so that they won't be too surprised.
He knew his parents. Both of them were honest and hardworking. They were more resistant to the idea of starting a business than they were willing to. He didn't tell them about it at the beginning because he was afraid they wouldn't understand.
But even though he had been prepared in advance, the press conference in the disc still surprised Jiang Zhenghong.
Jiang Qin had no choice but to explain his entire entrepreneurial timeline to them in detail. The other side was silent for a full three minutes before they barely absorbed the information that Boss Jiang said.
"No wonder you always say that you work for hundreds of people. It turns out that hundreds of people work for you?" Jiang Zhenghong suddenly realized.
Jiang Qin coughed and said, "We are a team. We support each other and have been through thick and thin together. They work for me, but in fact, I work for them. It's just that I earn a little more than them."
“…”
Jiang Zhenghong was silent for a moment: "Let your mother answer the phone. I need some time to digest it."
Jiang Qin opened his mouth and said, "Yes, Dad."
After he finished speaking, he moved the phone receiver away from his ear, fearing that his mother's roar would make him dizzy. However, to her surprise, his mother's reaction was relatively calm. She just told him to take care of himself while he was outside and to come home more often when he had time.
Hey, it seems that the rich little woman really has her mother under her control. She is simply a cute little beast that devours anger.
(End of this chapter)
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