At 8 o'clock in the evening—

In August, the night is beautiful. At least for many Panyu people, it is a good time to play cards, drink and chat.

But for Song Zhichao, tonight is crucial.

In order to meet Mr. Mao from Hope Technology Company well, Song Zhichao chose the location in the luxurious karaoke private room in Deep Sea Fish Port.

Although she knew that this hotel was opened by Cha Yongxiao Cha Shao and Cheng Fada was Cha Shao's maid, Song Zhichao still chose this hotel.

There is no way, who made this hotel the most famous hotel in Pan Yu, and who made this private room the most luxurious and grandest? Since you want to have a good relationship with Mr. Mao, of course you have to choose such a place.

Out of respect for Mr. Mao, Song Zhichao also brought Haitang and Wang Gang over. After all, he would have to rely on the Dahai Toy Factory to win orders in the future.

It was obviously the first time that Haitang came to such a luxurious private room. Since she got off school, she took over her brother's toy factory, and then she started a difficult life in saving the factory, and she had no time to relax and have no time to have fun.

As the technical backbone of Dahai Toy Factory, Wang Gang has never seen such a grand place, especially the karaoke, which has only been seen in movies. At least this thing can be sung, but this is the first time in reality.

Before Mr. Mao came, Song Zhichao was afraid that Haitang and the others would be anxious to wait, so he said that it would be better for everyone to turn on the karaoke and sing a few songs to listen to.

Wang Gang couldn't help it anymore, so he glanced at Haitang.

Wang Gang has always been following the leader of Haitang. If she said no, she would not be able to do it, she would definitely do it if she said no.

Haitang also felt that it was meaningless to sit like this, so he nodded. Wang Gang then went up to fiddle with the karaoke record player.

He is worthy of being a technical person. Soon Wang Gang figured out the tricks of this thing clearly and thought it was nothing, just like playing videos.

Song Zhichao sat on a chair at the wine table, with his legs raised and cigarette clamped, watching Wang Gang sing songs.

Haitang was concerned about him. Seeing that Song Zhichao's expression was calm, as if nothing had happened, he felt that he was trying to be calm. After all, it was still unknown whether he could handle Mr. Mao later.

Wang Gang has always been interested in Haitang. It is rare to express himself in this kind of occasion, so he told Haitang that he would sing a song to his dear Haitang Factory Director, thanking her for her long-term efforts for the factory.

Haitang said, "Sing just sing, don't thank me." It's all Secretary Song's credit for being able to turn over again. If you sing, you'll sing a song for him."

After hearing what Haitang said, Wang Gang's face seemed a little embarrassed, so he looked at Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao blew the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray and said, "Singing is for happiness. A Gang, you can do your best!"

Wang Gang coughed slightly and said, "Then I will sing an old song, the theme song of the Hong Kong TV series "Shanghai Bund"..."

The musical accompaniment began, with familiar melodies and exciting rhythms. Wang Gang held the microphone, closed his eyes, and began to sing intoxicatedly—

"The waves flow thousands of miles, the river water never stops

All things in the world have become a trend

Is it joy or sorrow? I can't tell the difference between laughter and sorrow

There is no sign of success or failure in the wave of success or failure…”

To be honest, Wang Gang has a good voice. At least in the eyes of Song Zhichao, a KTV master in his previous life, he can get at least 85 points in singing this song.

So when Wang Gang sang wonderfully, Song Zhichao couldn't help but applaud.

It’s just a pity that Wang Gang didn’t feel anything about Song Zhichao’s cheers, and he paid attention to the reaction of Director Haitang.

Haitang also thought Wang Gang was singing well, but her heart was not worried about it at this moment, let alone any reaction. She just brought the tea cup and drank tea silently.

On the contrary, a waitress who was doing service in the private room couldn't help but praise: "This handsome guy sang so well!"

Another girl who knew Song Zhichao whispered in her ear: "The real God of Songs is that one! You have never heard him sing. That sounds nice, and it sounds better than Jacky Cheung!"

The waitress looked shocked and looked at Song Zhichao who was sitting there without any sign of dew, thinking, "No way."

He looked at Song Zhichao, who was holding a cigarette and smiling, and then at Wang Gang, who was intoxicated by himself in the microphone. He felt that even if the smoker did nothing, he just took a slight breath of cigarettes, he was so handsome.

Sure enough, handsome guys cannot compare. One comparison will make the right judgment immediately.

Wang Gang didn't know this. To be honest, this song "Shanghai Bund" is already his most outstanding song.

If he knew that he was so affectionate and could even be said to be extraordinary, the result was that he could not even compare to the smoking posture of others, wouldn’t his self-esteem be crushed into pieces?

Fortunately, the knock on the door was heard at this time.

Song Zhichao didn't care about listening to the song, so he quickly crushed the cigarette at hand into the ashtray, and then got up to open the door.

The waitress took the lead and opened the door first. When she saw that it was indeed Mao’s friend, Mr. Mao, who was visiting him.

"Mr. Mao, you are here, please come in quickly!" Song Zhichao invited Mao Youwang to enter.

Wang Gang stopped singing and threw away his microphone to say hello.

Here, Song Zhichao introduced Haitang to that Mr. Mao.

In fact, we had a meal last time and met at the dinner party, and we were half an acquaintance. However, compared to the last time, Mr. Mao looked particularly energetic tonight, wearing a suit and tie, carrying a briefcase in one hand, and holding a big brother in the other, looking like a senior.

The Mao always seemed very polite, took off his suit jacket and handed it to the waitress beside him. Then, at the invitation of Song Zhichao, he called the eldest brother and placed it on the table and sat down.

Song Zhichao asked a cigarette to pass by. Mr. Mao took it and put it on the plate. He then took the wet towel handed over by the waiter and wiped his hands. Then he picked up the cigarette and put it in his mouth.

Song Zhichao bowed and lit a cigarette for him.

Mr. Mao sniffed and said, "Well, I came a little late. I was caught by a friend halfway through and talked for most of the day."

"It's okay, we just arrived. Mr. Mao, order the dishes first!" Song Zhichao handed over the prepared menu.

Mr. Mao did not answer the menu and waved his hand and said, "Don't be in a hurry. I know you have something to talk about when you ask me for something. What's the matter? Tell me out first..."

Song Zhichao smiled slightly, then sat down again, put his hands together, lowered his head to light his cigarette, then raised his head to spit out a sip of smoke and said, "Mr. Mao is really quick to speak. Since that's the case, I won't hide it-"

Next, Song Zhichao said what happened to him while smoking, and finally said to Mr. Mao: "So I hope to establish a deep strategic relationship with you. To be precise, I am going to order you one million voice chips. If there is no problem, we can sign another agreement according to the previous contract. What do you think?"

After hearing Song Zhichao's words, Mao's friend, Mr. Mao smiled, took a sip of cigarettes, and spit out a sip of smoke at Song Zhichao, saying, "I said that this chip was not developed by me. Although I am the boss of the company, I am only the nominal person in charge. After all, this chip was invented by someone, and the one who really decides the power is my boss behind the scenes."

Then he changed the subject and said, "But I am a businessman. I think the orders that reach one million will not refuse..."

Song Zhichao was happy and looked happy.

Haitang next to him was also very happy, and it seemed to be a show.

Song Zhichao calmed down and asked carefully: "So what do you mean is that you can cooperate?"

Mr. Mao nodded, "It's OK, but all the payments must be paid in one go. We sell one chip for 500,000 yuan, one million is 500,000 yuan. Can you take it out?"

Song Zhichao was stunned.

Haitang was also stunned.

Although she was not very clear about Song Zhichao's specific assets, 500,000 is definitely not a small amount.

"Mr. Mao, can you be less? After all, I'm tight and don't have that much money!" Song Zhichao couldn't help but say.

Mr. Mao smiled and said, "We have nothing to do! You know, the cost of this kind of chip raw material is very high. We charge you 500,000 yuan, but in fact, we don't really make much money!"

"Zhongyou, when we do business, we pay attention to integrity, but we also need to consider the risk. What if we make the chip and you don't want it then, what should we do?"

"So, 500,000 is a penny that cannot be lost. Only in this way can we cooperate deeply and establish what you call a strategic partnership. Are you right, Mr. Song?"

Song Zhichao was stopped and was speechless.

However, Song Zhichao soon said: "Mr. Mao, I don't object to avoiding risks in business, but I don't think anyone can get the 500,000 yuan of funds! So please think about it carefully..."

But before Song Zhichao finished speaking, he heard a voice outside saying, "I said no one can take it out? You can't take it out because you are poor! But I can take it out!"
Chapter completed!