However, after drinking with Tang Jiani, Zhang Fusheng picked up the red wine glass again.
"Mr. Song, you see that Mr. Tang has already drank, why don't you drink one too! As long as you are willing to drink, I will definitely give all the business orders this time to you Changge."
Song Qingge frowned slightly and did not answer immediately.
I have made it very clear just now that Tang Jiani drinks for herself. Moreover, she is visiting her aunt today and she really cannot drink.
Zhang Fusheng on the side, seeing Song Qingge's unresponsiveness, immediately said displeased: "Mr. Song, what do you mean? Look down on our Yangtze River Group?"
Song Qingge said lightly: "No."
Perhaps because he was irritated by Song Qingge's attitude, Zhang Fusheng's face suddenly turned cold.
"I really don't understand. What's so great about Changge now? If I'm not wrong, Changge is about to close down, right?"
Tang Jiani on the side frowned.
Just as I expected, this guy is a tough guy.
"Mr. Zhang, please understand. Mr. Song is indeed not feeling well today. Why don't you have a second cup? Let me drink it for Mr. Song."
With that said, Tang Jiani picked up the red wine glass and wanted to drink it.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Fusheng snorted coldly: "No need, Mr. Tang. Mr. Song is obviously looking down on me, Zhang Fusheng. In this case, our company's orders will never be given to Changge!"
Song Qingge felt depressed.
She knew that she had unintentionally made another enemy today.
Seeing Song Qingge's face, Zhang Fusheng thought she regretted it.
Zhang Fusheng's expression softened slightly: "Mr. Song, it's still too late for you to regret it. What I just said still stands."
"As long as you drink up this glass of red wine, an order of 100 million will still be yours? How about it?"
There was an unspoken threat in Zhang Fusheng's words, and his squinting eyes glanced back and forth over Song Qingge's plump body without concealment.
"Mr. Zhang, it's a bit awkward for you to force others into difficulties like this, isn't it?" Tang Jiani said with a cold face. She had lost patience with this Zhang Fusheng.
Zhang Fusheng's face turned livid and he said angrily: "Mr. Tang, do you have a say here? In this part of Hangzhou, I haven't taken your Jingteng branch seriously yet!"
After saying that, he turned to look at Song Qingge, his expression even colder: "Song Qingge, no one can ask for orders from the Yangtze River Group. I gave you the opportunity, but you don't know how to cherish it. That would be shameless for you."
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While Zhang Fusheng was threatening Song Qingge frequently, Tang Jiani glanced at Su Changfeng with disgust.
In her opinion, if Song Qingge's husband was not Su Changfeng, but one of those elite talents, Song Qingge would not be bullied by this guy now.
"call!"
Finally, Su Changfeng slowly stood up.
He put his arm on Zhang Fusheng's shoulders.
Zhang Fusheng was stunned, turned around and cursed: "Where did you get this little miscellaneous fish? Go away and don't make trouble for yourself!"
In fact, when he first entered the door, Zhang Fusheng had already noticed Su Changfeng on the dining table.
But because Su Changfeng was sitting in the corner, and the other two women were sitting in the main and auxiliary positions, he regarded Su Changfeng as a small role like a driver.
