"You have money and face? Didn't Boss Chen just kneel in front of the president of ICBC last week and ask for a loan of 10 million yuan? The company is already heavily in debt and owes 100 million yuan, but he still has the leisure to come here to pick up girls. I really admire him.
.As for taste, your gold chain and gold watch are just thirty yuan bought from a street stall in Brunei Street, so what are they worth showing off?"
Yang Zi, who was watching coldly from the side, smiled with a smile on his lips and mocked.
When Chen Baocheng heard this, his expression changed drastically, and he looked at her like a ghost, "You...how did you know?"
"I just know." Yang Zimei raised his eyebrows, "Before I lose my temper, get away as far as you want. Don't get in my way."
Xia Mo listened on the sidelines and his expression changed greatly.
For such a debt-ridden company, it would be a huge risk for her father to cooperate with it. She looked at Yang Zimei and asked, "Zimei, are you telling the truth?"
Yang Zimei nodded.
"Then I'll tell my dad quickly."
Xia Mo hurriedly walked aside, dialed Xia Guohui's number, and told him what Yang Zimei said.
"I'm drafting a cooperation agreement between the two companies. I'm going to sign the contract tomorrow. Is Xiaomei really saying that?"
When Xia Guohui heard this, he became nervous.
"Well, Dad, don't be fooled. You have to ask Zi Mei for the specific situation," Xia Mo warned.
"I believe Xiaomei. Since she said this, she must be right. Fortunately, otherwise, your father and I would be finished."
Xia Guohui said with emotion, "Xiaomei once again saved our family."
"Um."
After Xia Mo hung up the phone, she returned to the scene, only to find that Chen Baocheng was kneeling in front of Yang Zimei for some reason, pleading with tears and runny nose, "Master Yang, please save me and give some guidance to our company."
Ming Lu, no matter how much money you want, I will give it to you."
"I'm sorry, no matter how much money you have, I won't just give you advice. If you dare to bother me again and show up in front of me, I will make you bankrupt immediately tonight."
Seeing many people coming in and out looking at them with strange expressions, Yang Zimei said in disgust.
At this time, Min Gang also bought a ticket and came over. When he saw Chen Baocheng kneeling beside him, he frowned slightly and asked what happened.
Chen Baocheng was a distant relative of the Min family. He often visited the Min family and recognized Ming Gang. He stood up in a hurry, pulled Ming Gang's arm, and shouted anxiously: "Ming Gang, do you know Master Yang?"
Can you help my cousin and ask Master Yang to give me some guidance?"
"Cousin, it's not that I don't help, it's that I can't help."
Min Gang shook Chen Baocheng's fat hand away in disgust and said coldly.
"Let's go."
Yang Zimei didn't want to be the center of attention because of Chen Baocheng's appearance, so she spoke out.
"Master Yang, Master Yang——"
Chen Baocheng chased and shouted.
"Shut up!" Yang Zimei said disgustedly, "Even if you kneel in front of me for three days and three nights, I will not help someone to demolish someone for the sake of making money regardless of the blood and tears of others, or to deceive and destroy someone with a few stinky money.
You ignorant girl, you beast, get as far away from me as you can right now."
Chen Baocheng was stunned for a moment. Seeing the disgust on her face, he didn't dare to step forward anymore. Instead, he thought about it in his mind, as if he could only ask for her advice.