After coming out of the venue, Chu Heng walked upstairs and asked Petrov: "Old man, is there something wrong with the space cotton transaction?"
"Yes." Petrov sighed and nodded, and told him the details without waiting for him to ask.
After hearing this, Chu Heng's brows instantly knitted together.
The thing is obvious. Anyone can guess that the news was probably leaked from the Export and Import Building, so someone will definitely be in trouble next time!
The bespectacled girl and Xiao Wenjing who were following them looked at each other and couldn't help but feel uneasy. They quickly recalled what they had said and done when they exited the building, fearing that the problem would be their own.
Only the grandson Xu Damao not only did not worry, but instead looked at Petrov with gloating.
Should!
Let you ruin my good deeds!
Chu Heng, who was looking at the expressions of others, also noticed this guy's reaction, and was so angry that he almost gave him a kick. Sure enough, Xu Damao, the grandson of you, don't think that he has any overall view or consciousness.
It’s so easy to see what gains and losses you have in just one day.
He shook his head speechlessly and looked at Lao Jin who was wiping away his sweat. His heart moved slightly, but he didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he asked Petrov: "Do you think there is any way to catch up on sleep?"
"There is nothing we can do. His attitude is very determined." Petrov shook his head.
"Resolute?" Chu Heng smacked his lips thoughtfully and said no more.
Not long after.
A group of people came outside Leader Bai's office, knocked on the door and went in. They saw gloomy faces. The air pressure in the room was extremely low, and they looked like they would get angry at any time.
After they walked in cautiously, Leader Bai glanced at them lightly and said coldly: "You should all know the matter, right?"
"knew."
Several people hurriedly responded.
"Okay, then I won't talk nonsense." Leader Bai leaned forward slightly, his eyes sunk slightly, and he said slowly with a sense of oppression: "I called you here because I want to investigate clearly where the problem lies...
"
"Wait a minute, leader, I have something to say."
Before he could finish speaking, Chu Heng suddenly emerged from the crowd.
Everyone turned their attention to Chu Heng, Leader Bai, and Ding Jilong, who were relatively familiar with him, and a glimmer of hope arose in their hearts.
"Say." Leader Bai turned his attention to him.
"Let's not rush into the investigation issue for now. I think we should think about how to negotiate this deal first." Chu Heng said with a smile.
"Do you have any idea?" Ding Jilong's eyes lit up.
"It's a little immature idea." Chu Heng said,
"Then tell me quickly!" Leader Bai said hurriedly.
"Hey." Chu Heng smiled coldly and said carefully: "I plan to use my bow forcefully..."
Everyone in the room was stunned after hearing his specific thoughts.
First, they have to admit that this is indeed a good idea.
It's just too dirty...
Xu Damao's eyes shone, and he looked at Chu Heng with admiration, he learned, he learned!
"You..." Leader Bai looked complicated and said hesitantly with a frown: "It's a bit inappropriate. If something happens, the impact will be very bad!"
"If anything happens, I will bear it alone!" Chu Heng banged his chest: "When the time comes, you can just say that it was my personal behavior and has nothing to do with the company. Moreover, I am still a temporary worker, so I can take the blame."
Leader Bai fell silent, his eyes flickering, as if he was thinking about it.
The room instantly became extremely quiet. Everyone looked at him, not daring to make a sound, waiting for him to make a decision.
After a while.
Leader Bai suddenly looked at Chu Heng and said: "Okay, then go and try it. Do it with confidence and boldness. If anything happens, I will take care of it for you."
"Promise to complete the task!" Chu Heng was immediately delighted.
"Lao Jin." Leader Bai ordered again: "Go and cooperate with Chu Heng to find him what he wants."
"Okay, leader."
Lao Jin immediately stepped forward, walked out of the room with Chu Heng, and went to other departments.
Around four o'clock, Chu Heng drove out from the Ministry of Foreign Trade. He didn't go home, but went straight to Zhang Yi's house, where he stayed until about six o'clock, when he left in the dark.
Then, he went to the Sijiucheng Hotel without stopping.
After parking the car somewhere, Chu Heng got out of the car carrying a bulging bag and walked quickly into the hotel.
After coming in, he first went to find Hu Deping, the hotel deputy manager who was familiar with him, spoke to him, and took the elevator upstairs.
Not long after.
Chu Heng came to the door of Weber's room and knocked on it.
Seeing that it was him, Weber's face suddenly turned cold, and he frowned and said, "What are you doing here?"
"Let's talk to you."
"There's nothing to talk about, and you're not welcome here."
As he spoke, he closed the door.
"You haven't said anything yet, how do you know there's nothing to talk about?" Chu Heng smiled and stretched his hand against the door, then pushed hard, the door opened, and Weber staggered.
Then he stepped in and closed the door behind him.
"What are you going to do!" Weber glared at him, pointed to the door and said, "I don't want to talk to you, please get out immediately!"
"Oh, why are you in such a hurry? Let's talk first. Maybe you can change your mind." Chu Heng smiled and stepped forward to hold his thin shoulders, dragging him inside.
"What are you doing? Let me go!"
Weber struggled a few times but couldn't break free, and was finally brought into the living room by him.
"Come, sit down first."
After he sat down on the sofa, Chu Heng sat down next to him, then handed him a cigarette with a smile and asked: "Before we talk, let me ask you, is there really nothing to talk about about space cotton?
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"How many times do I have to say it before you understand?" Weber irritably patted away the cigarette he gave him and said, "It's impossible for us to sell you space cotton! It's a banned product, especially for you.
A socialist country! So don’t even think about it.”
"Then with this added, can the negotiation be successful?"
Chu Heng put the bag on the coffee table and opened the zipper. Inside was a green half a million US dollars, piled on top of each other, which was very visual impact.
Weber's breathing stopped for a moment when he saw the money.
"This is five hundred thousand, which is money other than the transaction. As long as you can facilitate this transaction, this money is yours." Chu Heng said seductively.
When Weber heard this, there was a trace of hesitation in his eyes, and he shook his head vigorously, as if he was explaining to Chu Heng, and also seemed to be convincing himself: "No, this is not a matter of money. If I really sell something to you, what will happen in the end?"
If I'm found out, I'll go to jail."
When Chu Heng heard this, he reached into his arms, took out a yellow-orange bullet and a thin piece of paper, and placed them in front of him: "What about this and this? Can it make you change your mind?"
"What do you mean?" Seeing the bullet, Weber suddenly panicked, and then looked at the piece of paper again. With just one glance, his face suddenly changed color: "This, this, this... is not mine."
That piece of paper contained a piece of information from Citigroup, but the handwriting was exactly the same as his.
