In a dark corner, a man with a bandage wrapped around his arm and a pale face stood there helplessly.
It was his first time attending such a high-end party, and he felt lost and unaccustomed to it.
He's awkward when talking to anyone and doesn't know how to strike up a conversation properly.
This person's name is Song Guofu.
The small business owner who sabotaged Ye Zihan's business.
He had obtained the invitation through two layers of connections, securing this spot. He understood that this was an opportunity he needed to seize, as it might greatly enhance his personal value.
I mustered the courage to talk to him twice, but both attempts ended in failure. First, his appearance was too unattractive; he didn't look like a successful person at all. Second, his status was not high enough, and after a brief introduction, I lost interest.
Just as he was about to strike up a conversation with the third person, Zhang Qingqing appeared at the hotel entrance, immediately catching Song Guofu's attention.
In his moment of infatuation, he noticed Li Changfeng and Ye Zihan in the middle, and cold sweat broke out instantly, chilling him to the bone.
This...how is this possible!
They have a very good relationship with Zhang Qingqing? Chairman Zhang even had her arm linked with Li Changfeng's.
Holy crap!
This is a huge problem!
I was blind to the great man, and now I feel a sudden surge of fear, my scalp tingling.
If they had known that the two of them had such a close relationship with Zhang Qingqing, they wouldn't have dared to make things difficult for her even if they had ten lives, unless they were tired of living.
The Zhang family could shut down the fabric factory with just a few words.
In the eyes of others, it is just an insignificant ant.
Oh shit!
Song Guofu immediately slapped himself hard across the face.
Why don't you leave? Don't just linger here.
The factory is lucky to have survived, let alone plan to upgrade. They're already incredibly fortunate to have survived.
If our ancestors knew this from beyond the grave, they would have pulled many strings to ensure that not a single penny of the burned paper money was spent; they used it all for their own benefit.
Song Guofu slunk away, but stopped after taking only two steps. A thought suddenly struck him: something's not right.
The matter from last time is in the past; the fact that they didn't kill me means they didn't take it seriously at all.
Moreover, a new contract has been signed, and the two parties will continue to interact.
Why not take the initiative to go up and say hello? To show goodwill?
There might be some unexpected gains.
Let's do it!
Fortune favors the bold!
Song Guofu risked his entire future and walked away with equanimity.
"Miss Ye, we meet again."
"Huh? President Song?" Ye Zihan was slightly surprised, not expecting to run into him here.
"Who is this...?" Zhang Qingqing asked in confusion.
"Oh, my surname is Song, and my given name is Guofu. I am Miss Ye's business partner." Song Guofu introduced himself, feeling a little nervous.
"I see." Zhang Qingqing nodded.
"Did President Song come here specifically for something? Or is there some instruction?" Ye Zihan glanced at him sideways.
"How could I dare? I am just a nobody, how could I possibly give any instructions? You are too kind."
"It is my good fortune to meet you two here, a blessing I have earned through three lifetimes." Song Guofu spoke humbly, like a dog, without his usual arrogance.
"Alright, if there's nothing else, go ahead and do your work." Ye Zihan didn't have much of a relationship with him, and they had even had conflicts and offenses before, so there was no need to talk about it anymore.
Song Guofu smiled obsequiously, "President Ye, there is something I think we can revise the contract again."
"Oh? Mr. Song feels he's been taken advantage of?" Ye Zihan frowned slightly.
Song Guofu hurriedly explained, "No, no, no, what I mean is to reduce the factory's profit by another 10%."
"No need. I've seen President Song's sincerity. I'll be satisfied as long as we cooperate well in the future," Ye Zihan replied calmly.
"Ms. Ye, please don't take the previous misunderstanding to heart. I apologize to you again."
"If you're not satisfied, I'll apologize again after the event. You say I'll do it, and if I can't, I'm a son of a bitch." Song Guofu made his vow with a firm look in his eyes, as resolute as if he were joining the Party.
"Mr. Song, you're too kind. Let bygones be bygones." Ye Zihan is magnanimous and has a broad perspective; she won't dwell on one thing endlessly.
Song Guofu's sickly appearance suggests he has received appropriate punishment.
"Thank you very much, Miss Ye."
"Chairman Zhang, you all enjoy your time. I'm going to find Mr. Li for a drink." Song Guofu slowly retreated.
Then he actually went to find Li Changfeng. The two most handsome guys tonight were undoubtedly Ye Zihan and Li Changfeng.
After all, they were strangers and new faces, so all the attention was on the two of them.
In less than three minutes, Li Changfeng dismissed him without any politeness, his obsequious and sycophantic face making him unpleasant to look at.
After Song Fugui left, many people in the venue took the initiative to approach him, clinking glasses and exchanging pleasantries. He had been ignored before, but now he became a hot commodity.
The only person who had contact with Li Changfeng and Ye Zihan at the scene was Song Guofu, and everyone wanted to get some information from him.
Song Guofu also needs to rely on these people to develop his future path.
This step was executed perfectly and brilliantly.
Li Changfeng could easily see through his intentions. He claimed to be here to apologize in a low voice, but he just wanted to make an appearance on this occasion and plan for his future.
But none of that matters; people strive for higher positions, just as water flows downhill.
As long as he behaves himself, how he develops his career is his own business.
Li Changfeng sat comfortably in one spot, sipping red wine and smoking a cigarette.
To be honest, red wine isn't very tasty; it's more about status and occasion, and it's far inferior to baijiu (Chinese liquor).
Of course, this is from a personal perspective, and we cannot generalize from a single instance.
"Honey, I think I see a familiar figure." Not far away, a noblewoman stopped and said with a frown.
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