The county is too small and the news cannot be hidden from anyone.
Overnight, rumors spread in the Rongcheng Hotel. It is said that the county leaders even called Jing Gao, the boss of Zhongrun Company, to inquire about the situation. The bidding situation took a turn for the worse for Zhongrun Company.
For this reason, the second round of bidding originally scheduled for April 27 will be postponed to the afternoon of that day.
There was a spring rain in Rongcheng in the early morning, and the temperature dropped slightly, making people feel more suitable and comfortable.
Jing Gao took his bodyguard Fu Ye, who was not familiar with him, in a Mercedes-Benz and used the Amap navigation to find the breakfast shop An Zhiwen mentioned: Jingju.
An Zhiwen's "Anzhao Textile Co., Ltd." is located in Rongcheng. Of course he knows about such a big industry event. But until last night, Zhongrun Company ranked first in the bidding, and it emerged that the controller was actually Jing.
Gao, he only then knew that Jing Gao had come to Rongcheng. So he made a phone call last night and made an appointment with Jing Gao to have breakfast here.
The name "Jingju" is very graceful and elegant. The store's plaque is also made of small seal characters carved from ancient sandalwood wood. But it is actually a common breakfast shop in the streets and alleys.
The store is not big, and the space inside can only support two tables. Two women are cooking various breakfasts on the long table at the entrance of the store: fried dough sticks, noodle nests, steamed buns, soup dumplings, and stainless steel vats.
Packed tofu and a soy milk machine making soy milk.
Most of the diners had breakfast at the three or four tables set up under the shade of the trees outside the store. "Lady boss, please bring a basket of soup dumplings and a bowl of porridge."
There is an apron tied to the long desk inside, and a beautiful young woman who is busy will come out quickly and bring soup dumplings to the guests with a smile.
She is dressed in ordinary clothes, common spring clothes. But she has a plump figure and graceful curves. She also has a pretty and smooth face. She looks only about twenty-three or four years old. It's just the charm in the corners of her eyebrows and eyes, but she is actually a mature person.
Charming woman.
The landlady is so beautiful and charming, so the breakfast business is naturally not bad. She feels a bit like a "bean curd beauty".
"Mr. Jing..." An Zhiwen greeted. He still looked like a middle-aged man. He was thirty-six years old, greasy, and had a belly. He stood up with a smile and shook hands with Jing Gao. I saw him.
There were two little girls sitting next to them. The older one was about five or six years old, and the younger one was about three or four years old.
"This is my daughter. Their nicknames are Daya and Erya. My parents are bringing them to Rongcheng to stay for a few days this week. Daya and Erya are called uncle."
April 27th is Wednesday. The two little girls are in school. The real reason is that An Zhiwen and Zhao Shiyan are discussing divorce.
An Zhiwen loves his wife deeply and refuses to divorce. But he has been in trouble recently. An accountant in his factory suddenly disappeared. Liao Rong threatened him to divorce Zhao Shiyan immediately. But what really broke him was a photo.
His wife was wearing a very sexy black evening dress, nestled in the arms of a man, and the two behaved badly. He had no choice but to divorce. The focus of the divorce was not the division of property, but the custody battle for his two daughters.
"Hello, uncle." Two little girls with pigtails shouted crisply. Their childlike voices echoed outside the door of the breakfast shop, immediately attracting a burst of praise from all around.
"The two little girls are so cute."
"It would be great if I had two daughters like this."
Looking at the two cute little girls, Jing Gao suddenly smiled, and the gloomy mood caused by Huang Mingyuan and Ren Xuanpan's foreign moves improved.
He patted his body and found it was empty. He didn't even have his wallet on him now, and he left it with Fu Ye. He turned around and said, "Old Fu, drive to see if any department store is open and buy me two gifts. For these two kids."
Fu Ye always had a sullen expression. He was depressed! He regarded it as a great shame and humiliation to lose his "public office". But at this time, Fu Ye had a smile on his face, and he thought of his twins. When my daughter was a child, she took the initiative and said, "Mr. Jing, just buy two dolls or stuffed bears. They will definitely like it."
An Zhiwen quickly stopped and said, "No need. Mr. Jing, don't spend money."
Jing Gao waved his hand with a smile and said to Fu Ye, "Well, you can figure it out. I don't understand anyway. If Xinhua Bookstore is open, you can buy me a copy of Shen Congwen's Border Town." After saying that, he asked two questions. A little girl said, "Da Ya, Er Ya, do you like furry bears?"
"I like it! Thank you uncle."
Jing Gao laughed, touched the heads of the two little girls, sat down, and praised: "Mr. An teaches well. What do you recommend for breakfast here?"
When his daughter was praised, An Zhiwen smiled widely and recommended: "The soup dumplings here are very good. I ordered two. Mr. Jing tasted them first. There are also soy milk, fried dough sticks, tofu curds, porridge, eggs, and all kinds of other things." The trapped buns.”
"Okay, let's have another porridge."
After chatting and laughing, a twelve-year-old boy with a handsome face, stubborn eyes, and resentment came over with two baskets of soup dumplings.
Jing Gao smiled, a boy of this age is in the rebellious stage, very middle school. He ignored him and started to taste the soup dumplings.
The skin is thin and the fillings are big and round. Take a bite and the soup will overflow in your mouth, mixed with the aroma of mushrooms, pork and chopped green onion, and full of happy taste.
"Yeah. It's pretty good. Let's have another soup dumpling."
An Zhiwen couldn't help but sigh in his heart when he saw Jing Gao's delicious food. Looking at the character of people, he couldn't compare. No wonder the business can be so big, and now they all come to Rongcheng to integrate the textile industry. He said: "Mr. Jing , I have heard about the situation you are facing. My company is also a member of the Rongcheng Textile Association."
Jing Gao suddenly became interested, "Oh?" An Zhiwen called him last night and asked him to have breakfast and then ask him to do a small favor. He naturally agreed to do this without looking at the monk's face. Buddha face. He wants to give Professor Zhao face.
What embarrasses him most about Huang Mingyuan and Ren Xuan's "off-market recruitment"? Questions about Zhongrun Company's financial resources can be easily solved. But if the large-scale local textile companies in Rongcheng boycott Zhongrun Company's entry.
This is difficult to do!
An Zhiwen smiled. It seemed that only his father-in-law had always valued him and thought he could achieve great things. He was used to all kinds of doubtful eyes. He ate the soup dumplings and told the situation: "
Mr. Jing, the Rongcheng Textile Association is not monolithic. Chairman Ren is only able to recruit a group of people to participate in bidding in the name of the Textile Association because he has funds from Beijing and the support of connections. Please note that there is no such thing in Rongcheng.
of a large textile group.
Therefore, if Mr. Jing wants to get rid of the current predicament, he can completely divide and win over each other. They are just a combination of interests. There is no loyalty, or there is no personal grudge against you, Mr. Jing."
Jing Gao suddenly fell into deep thought and tapped his fingers lightly on the table, "Mr. An, you mean that if there is an opportunity, those medium-sized textile factories will also be willing to merge?"
An Zhiwen smiled and said: "Whether I am willing to sell the factory or the equity, I can't judge. People's hearts are different. However, it is easy to enjoy the shade with the back of a big tree. The textile industry is not easy to do now. Everyone is signing up for a group to keep warm. Like me
I want to find a large group to cooperate with and stabilize sales. As long as Mr. Jing does not lose the qualification to bid, it is not difficult to win over them."
Jing Gaodao: "The matter of bidding qualifications is easy to handle. I communicated with the city and county leaders yesterday. This is the reason why the bidding meeting was postponed to the afternoon. Mr. An, if I leave this matter to you, would you like to
Not willing?"
"Me?" An Zhiwen was surprised. He knew that Jing Gao was assisted by two veterans in the textile industry, Lu Gangyu and Xie Wangzhen, who were more suitable than him in terms of connections, qualifications, and status.
An Zhiwen smiled sheepishly and explained: "Mr. Jing, when I asked you to do me a small favor last night, I didn't mean this." He didn't know the importance of it to this extent. Please ask Jing Gao on the street.
Have breakfast at a roadside stall and get a "big order".
It is foreseeable that he will get a lot of rewards for helping Jing Gao negotiate this matter! First, his factory will definitely be "resurrected" and he will not worry about sales. It has a big tree at his back.
Second, the connection with Jing Gao is even closer. No amount of money can buy this kind of connections and friendship.
Jing Gao could infer from An Zhiwen's reaction that An Zhiwen invited him to have breakfast and said that he was just doing a small favor and did not mean to discuss business. He was very honest and did not play tricks. He immediately laughed, An Zhiwen
Wen's character is really good. No wonder he would like Professor Zhao.
"Mr. An, just think of it as helping me. What about the compensation? At that time, are you interested in joining the newly established textile group and merging your factory into it? I need a professional general manager. Of course, there are equity incentives, and I
An executive director will be appointed to oversee your work and the group's finances."
An Zhiwen was stunned for a while. The "return" Jing Gao gave him completely exceeded his expectations. In an 800 million group, 1% of the equity was worth 8 million, far exceeding his net worth, "This..."
Jing Gao interrupted An Zhiwen's indecision with a smile and said, "That's it. Okay?" He dared to make such a big bet. He still trusted Professor Zhao's vision for choosing a son-in-law.
Of course, employing people and understanding people are things he needs to learn now. It is the same as "performing art".
An Zhiwen gritted his teeth and said, "Okay. I will definitely live up to your trust, Mr. Jing."
His father-in-law's expectation for him was to build a textile industry group and gain sufficient social status. But he really didn't want to stay in the "Novice Village" anymore. Under Liao Rong's pressure, he had no chance to develop.
Working under Jing Gao is a new world for him. At least it will not be worse than the small factory he runs.
Jing Gao laughed heartily. After having breakfast, he not only solved the problem, but also found the person in charge of the New Textile Group. Could he be in a bad mood?
This is another village where everything is bright and clear! Who would have thought that the key to solving the problem would be An Zhiwen?
Jing Gao drank the white porridge and asked: "Lao An, what is the small favor you said you wanted to help?"
An Zhiwen pointed to an electric car parked on the side of the road, "Here it comes."
