Later, Jiang Zhihao went over to chat with the French boss for a while. When he came back, he informed that the compensation amount and cooperation plan had been determined. Jiang Zhihao even found a notebook on the spot and typed out the plan. It was in Chinese and French versions, and the French boss could read it directly.
He nodded and gave thumbs up.
Although the formal cooperation agreement has not been signed yet, as long as there are no objections to the plan, there is basically no problem with the cooperation.
He was angry when he came, but he was smiling when he left.
The superior also sent the French boss and his party away with a smile, then held Jiang Zhihao's hand and refused to let go: "Xiao Jiang... No, Mr. Jiang, you have helped us a lot this time! In this way,
Instead of going to the canteen, I’ll find a good restaurant to treat you to dinner!”
Jiang Zhihao doesn't really care about eating or anything else. He prefers to use his time in other aspects.
But the superior saw what he was thinking and immediately turned to Zhong Wenxing and said: "Old Zhong, you are also here. Whether your son-in-law will go or not, I leave it all to you!"
The superior has spoken, what can Zhong Wenxing do? At this moment, his mood is extremely complicated. His son-in-law has helped to earn face, so he should be happy.
Of course, he was indeed a little happy. Didn't he see that everyone in the work unit looked at him with envy?
But Jiang Zhihao made him feel awkward.
If you are enthusiastic, where will you put your own face? If you are not enthusiastic, where will your superiors put your face?
In the end, it was Jiang Zhihao who helped him out and said, "Since you said so, I would rather obey your orders than respect you."
Hearing his active agreement, Zhong Wenxing breathed a sigh of relief, and finally no longer had to embarrass himself.
This made him feel a sense of gratitude towards Jiang Zhihao. Maybe it didn't completely change his impression. At least he no longer had to say coldly and unpleasant things.
At the dinner that followed, the superiors praised Jiang Zhihao, and even Zhong Wenxing was praised a few times.
After three glasses of wine, Zhong Wenxing felt a little dizzy. He pulled on Jiang Zhihao's shoulder and said, "Okay, you kid. If this thing today doesn't embarrass me, okay!"
Jiang Zhihao is still aware of his father-in-law's temper. He is a very traditional citizen. If you let him feel the benefits, he will treat you well. Otherwise, he will show off his face to you anytime and anywhere.
Jiang Zhihao has many ways to deal with such people. After saying a few compliments, Zhong Wenxing was so happy that he didn't know his last name.
After finishing the meal, he even took the initiative to ask Jiang Zhihao to go home and have another meal, saying that he would personally cook and make dumplings for him.
With Zhong Wenxing's words, Jiang Zhihao's meal was not in vain.
After leaving the restaurant, he returned home and saw Zhong Jiawei fiddling with the computer. Jiang Zhihao went over and took a look, and there were instructions for opening a store written on it.
Many of them are dispensable things, but Zhong Jiawei seems to be particularly concerned about these, perhaps because of women's innate personality.
Jiang Zhihao did not dampen her enthusiasm. He smiled and hugged her from behind, saying, "With such a hard-working wife, what else can I ask for?"
"Shameless praise, does it mean that if you show courtesy for nothing, you are either a traitor or a thief?" Zhong Jiawei laughed out loud.
"If you insist on understanding it this way, I won't object, because I especially want to steal your heart and hide it in a place only I know. In this way, your heart will always belong to me alone." Jiang Zhi