When signing the transfer contract, Yuan Hedong finally came forward in person.
When Yuan Meiqing saw Fu Xinan surrounding Yuan Hedong like a dog, she instantly understood that all this was Yuan and Dongbu's fault.
But who can blame it?
If she wasn't stupid, how could she be taken advantage of by Yuan Hedong?
At this time, Yuan Hedong was very excited.
He looked at Yuan Meiqing as if he had won everything, and said gloomily: "I said I would definitely get this textile factory, what now?
You must be very angry in your heart now, right? I think your father’s spirit in heaven is as angry as you are. You must be wondering why I did this?
I’m not afraid to tell you honestly, I just want to fight for this reputation!”
Yuan Meiqing's heart was racing, but in order to take revenge, she endured it and looked at Yuan Hedong expressionlessly.
He continued: "Your father and I worked hard to build this textile factory back then. Why should he have the final say in everything? He would still leave it to you after his death. He didn't even give me a dime.
Does he think the textile factory will become better with you in your hands? What a pity, you let him die in peace!"
Yuan Meiqing gritted her teeth with hatred, even the roots of her teeth were aching.
But she still thought of Lin Chuan's words, and now she had to endure it no matter what.
The more arrogant Yuan Hedong was, the harder he fell.
Therefore, she breathed a sigh of relief and said coldly: "If you say enough, let's sign the contract, because I don't want to see your face for one more second!"
After that, Yuan Meiqing pushed the contract to Yuan Hedong.
Yuan Hedong was also very satisfied with venting. He picked up the pen without hesitation, signed his name and stamped it.
Song Hua kept the contract and handed the check prepared in advance to Yuan Meiqing, making the transaction officially effective.
"Miss Yuan, you have to give me the dip-dye formula you agreed on before!"
Yuan Meiqing didn't hesitate, and immediately gave the recipe written in advance to Song Hua, picked up the check, and left directly.
Yuan Hedong looked at the factory outside the window and laughed loudly: "After all these years, my wish has finally come true. Now this textile factory is finally mine!"
Song Hua and Fu Xinan immediately began to flatter each other.
"Mr. Yuan has a clever plan. Under your management, this textile factory will definitely become the best textile factory in the province, even the country, and the world!"
"I, Fu Xinan, wish Mr. Yuan a prosperous business and great wealth!"
Yuan Hedong was very excited and had countless plans forming in his mind.
But the first thing that needs to be solved now is the problem of funding.
All the money was used to buy factories, and now we need funds to buy equipment and hire employees.
Thinking of this, he immediately asked Song Hua to make an appointment with Xie Hongchen to have dinner together in the evening.
At this time, Yuan Meiqing had already arrived at the garment factory and placed a check of 1.7 million in front of Lin Chuan.
"It turns out that it was Yuan Hedong who was behind this all along. I must make him pay the price. Lin Chuan, I will leave this money with you first. You can use it as you like. I only want you to help me take revenge and get the textile factory back!"
1.7 million can indeed solve a lot of problems.
But Lin Chuan shook his head and said: "I can't take this money. You should save it and use it when you buy the textile factory. As for Yuan Hedong, you don't have to worry about it. He will want to die soon!"
Yuan Meiqing believed that Lin Chuan could do what he said.
As for the 1.7 million, she did not refuse.
As Lin Chuan said, this money will be used when purchasing textile factories in the future.
But Yuan Meiqing wanted to thank Lin Chuan and feel guilty for betraying Lin Chuan.
She immediately bought a new Nissan model worth 120,000 yuan and gave it to Lin Chuan.
When Lin Chuan saw this Nissan, he naturally knew its value.
Lin Chuan felt that this gift was really too valuable.
And looking at the entire Hui City, there are very few people who can afford to drive this Nissan.
But Yuan Meiqing insisted: "This is just my intention. If you don't accept it, I will never be able to turn over the page in my heart!"
Lin Chuan could feel Yuan Meiqing's sincerity, and he really needed a car like this.
Wherever I go from now on, I no longer need to drive his big truck.
"Then I won't refuse. I've already bought it anyway, so I'll just drive it. Don't be idle during this period, learn management or something. In less than half a month, your textile factory will be back."
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At that time, you will have to manage it yourself, and I won’t be able to help you much!”
Yuan Meiqing now obeys Lin Chuan's advice.
"I'm going to the library now to buy more books on this subject!"
Looking at Yuan Meiqing's leaving figure, Lin Chuan was not in a relaxed mood.
If he takes someone else's Nissan, he will have to give several times the profit to Yuan Meiqing in the future.
In short, he still understands the reason why people have short hands.
It's just that Qin Mengying was a little unhappy when she saw this Nissan.
"Linchuan, this is not cheap, is it? Yuan Meiqing gave it to you for free?"
Lin Chuan also saw that Qin Mengying's face was a little ugly.
He smiled calmly and said: "Your husband and I cannot exchange for a Nissan, so don't think too much about it. I have always regarded Yuan Meiqing as my sister.
Come on, let’s pick up the kids and then go for a ride!”
Although Yuan Meiqing didn't say much, she still felt bad about it.
I also secretly thought that I must pay more attention to that Yuan Meiqing in the future.
Driving is very enjoyable.
When passing a restaurant, Lin Chuan looked at the time and said with a smile: "I'm not going home to cook today, let's go to a restaurant!"
Lin Wanyu clapped her hands happily and said: "Okay, I agree, I agree!"
The family walked into the restaurant talking and laughing, found a seat by the window, and ordered everyone's favorite dishes.
While Lin Chuan was enjoying the delicious food, the diners at the next table started arguing with the waiter.
Lin Chuan looked back.
They were a middle-aged man wearing relatively shabby clothes, and a middle-aged woman wearing floral clothes and a headscarf.
There were only two dishes on the table for the two of them, two bowls of noodles.
The waiter said in a cold and disdainful manner: "You don't have money to go to any restaurant. You want to eat Bawang Dinner? Don't talk so much nonsense to me and me. It's 12 yuan in total. Pay for it quickly!"
The noise made the dinner guests look at the man and woman with strange eyes.
The woman lowered her head and avoided everyone's gaze.
The man's thin face also showed embarrassment.
He said in a low voice: "Comrade, I really didn't eat the Overlord meal. I really forgot to bring my money. Can you let me go back and get it?"
The waiter didn't believe this at all. He glanced coldly with his cunning eyes and said bluntly: "Don't tell me this. I have seen many people like you.
If you can't afford it, don't eat it. If you are poor, why don't you imitate other people's restaurants? Do you want to be shameless? Looking at you dressed like this, you are a farmer, and they ask you to go back and get it, why don't you just say you can't afford it?"