"Then I'll accept your good advice." Xu Nianhe smiled, looking like he was sure of victory.
"Thanks to Uncle Zhou for dealing with it this time."
"Miss Xu, what are you talking about?" the man in the suit said politely.
"Your company's reputation is world-renowned, and the result of this bidding can be said to be without any doubt."
"It's just..." The man in the suit lowered his voice, "You know that Mr. Wen's son also came to participate in the bidding this time, right?"
"The leader of the project has been friends with Mr. Wen for decades. Who knows if he will sell Mr. Wen's favor. We can canvass votes from him. This can be regarded as maintaining the fairness of the bidding to a certain extent."
Xu Nianhe pretended to be very surprised, half-covering his mouth, "There is also this matter, this Mr. Wen?"
"He is a professor from Lu University who is engaged in bridge engineering. He and the leader of this affordable housing project came out of the Northwest Institute together back then. They have been friends for half a century."
This was the first time she heard Wen Shuliang's past story, and Jian Anran was somewhat surprised.
She had only heard that Wen Shuliang was the dean of the bridge engineering department at Ludao University. Of course she knew that it was not ordinary people who could be the dean of the department at such a top university.
I always thought that Wen Shuliang was just a leader in the industry at that time, but I didn't expect that he would have such an experience.
The status of Northwest Institute in the engineering world is probably the same as that of Tianzhu, if compared to Journey to the West.
The four masters and disciples of Tang Monk must go to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures, and then they can finally come back and achieve enlightenment.
But then I thought about it, the high-sounding words Xu Nianhe and the man in the suit just said were really funny.
They themselves have done immoral things, and they make up for themselves by frantically slandering and discrediting others.
Jian Anran couldn't help but wonder if Xu Nianhe's confident female image was staged.
ZH Studio's strength and its well-known reputation would be difficult for others to overcome even if they wanted to find connections. Jian Anran didn't understand why she was not confident in her project or her firm.
But Wen Siheng's plan was definitely not that bad, so it was a bit disappointing to be brushed off for no apparent reason.
Once the bidding fails, the days and nights they have spent seem to have lost their meaning in an instant. Jian Anran does not understand what the past nearly three months have meant.
Moreover, this is the first construction project since the establishment of Wen Siheng Studio, and success or failure depends on it.
She seemed to lose interest in the things on the plate in front of her, and she didn't even want to open her mouth. Jian Anran felt a strong impulse in her heart and felt that she should take action.
Tell Wen Siheng?
But what's the use of talking to him? With Wen Siheng's character, he would probably just smile and forget about it.
Discuss with Mi Yingying and Song Qi? But they don't seem to be able to help except that they are as worried as me.
I don't know why Chu Chen suddenly came to mind. Jian Anran once heard by chance that the Chu Chen family is the largest real estate developer in Luojiang.
In several cities radiating from Luojiang as the center, more than 80% of the real estates either belong to Chu Chen's company or were built by their company.
Of course this includes Ludao City.
The family is big and the business is big. In such a bidding meeting, the Chu Chen family would probably know a few directors like Xu Nianhe.
At that time, he knew that the spot he had squeezed out belonged to Jian Anran. Chu Chen told her at least three times in the bar, "I owe you a favor. If you need any help in the future, feel free to contact me."
Her fingers lingered on the dialog box with Chu Chen for a moment, and Jian Anran finally chose to press the lock screen.
Not to mention whether the other party is willing to help her, she often exports projects with a few or even a dozen small goals. Jian Anran knows that her face is not so valuable.
…
At eight-thirty, the hotel lobby was already bustling with people wearing suits and ties.
Many media were already in place with their rather bulky machines. There were many domestic and foreign companies participating in the bidding this time, and some large companies even brought their entire teams to attend, creating a huge momentum.
Mi Yingying looked at her watch over and over again, raising her head from time to time and casting anxious glances in the direction of the elevator.
"Troublesome." Xiangyi said softly.
Ten minutes have passed since the meeting time, and the few of them still haven't seen Jian Anran.
"Maybe there were too many people in the elevator and the school girl couldn't squeeze in." Mi Yingying said, "I'll try calling her again."
Song Qi showed his mobile phone, which showed a black page showing the calling page. Jian Anran did not answer the call for a long time.
"I have been waiting for the elevator for a long time. There are too many people today. Please wait a little longer. My schoolmates are usually very punctual." Mi Yingying smiled awkwardly.
"What's the use of being punctual?" Xiangyi rolled his eyes and said, "The entrance is about to enter at nine o'clock. What should I do if I can't find anyone and am wasting my time?"
"Don't oversleep," she added.
At 8:55, the staff responsible for signing in at the entrance of the banquet hall urged again: "Representatives from all parties are requested to enter as soon as possible. The meeting will officially start at nine o'clock sharp."
In order to take care of company representatives from other countries, the staff repeated it in English.
"Teacher, don't delay the meeting because of classmate Jian, let's go in first." Xiangyi suggested.
As still as a mountain, Wen Siheng didn't give her any reaction, and Xiangyi froze in place with some embarrassment.
"Bah," the fire door of the elevator was pushed open.
Jian Anran's face was a little pale. She stood there and looked around, and then she found Wen Siheng and others in the center of the hall.
"School girl, this way!" Mi Yingying shouted excitedly.
When she ran in front of them, Jian Anran was out of breath, so panting that she couldn't say a complete sentence.
"Do you know how long we have been waiting?" Xiangyi said with a dissatisfied look on his face, arms folded in front of his chest.
"Sorry... there are too many people in the elevator. I... was afraid that I would be late and ran down the stairs." Jian Anran said breathlessly.
"From the 27th floor?" Wen Siheng asked in disbelief.
Nodding, Jian Anran confirmed his question.
Wen Siheng understood Jian Anran's character very well.
She is someone who can sit but not stand, and can lie down but not sit.
Since college, the biggest bottleneck Jian Anran has encountered, besides almost failing the course, is the 800-meter annual physical test.
No matter how crowded the elevator was, Jian Anran would definitely wait until the elevator could get on before getting on.
It's just that now, it doesn't seem like it used to be.
"Sorry to keep everyone waiting. Let's go sign in quickly." Jian Anran said.
They were almost the last ones to sign in. When they entered, the venue was already packed.
Only in the last few rows could I barely find a few empty seats that were not connected together.
"Next, we will invite Mr. Zhou Wenhong, the person in charge of the foundation responsible for our affordable housing project, to take the stage and deliver a speech."
Wearing a meticulous suit and graying short hair, Zhou Wenhong stood in front of the microphone and cleared his throat.
"Hey, this person..." Mi Yingying frowned, as if she was trying to remember, "Have I seen him somewhere?"
