After Being Rejected, I Brought the Cute School Beauty Home to Be My Wife
After Being Rejected, I Brought the Cute School Beauty Home to Be My Wife Chapter 120.2

Chapter 120: Collaborating in the Play (2/2)

Even if Zhao Qingfeng was formidable, he likely couldn’t escape from Wang Yang’s clutches.

It was all over…

Manager Zhang felt as if he had lost his soul, drained of energy.

Huddled in his car, he looked at his stubbled reflection in the rearview mirror and sighed to himself, “Zhang Dekai, oh Zhang Dekai, you’ve been all talk your whole life, boasting more than anyone. Now what? Still feeling smug? No need to open this broken mouth anymore, might as well call it quits for good!”

In the midst of his worries.

Shen Kuo’s call came in again.

Previously, Wang Tieshan had painted too rosy a picture, making him even more anxious, wanting to inquire about the latest developments.

Zhang Dekai was so angry he gritted his teeth.

“Shen, have you had enough? Don’t call me anymore!”

“And tell that Wang guy to stay away from me too!”

“Both of you, stay as far away from me as possible, damn it!”

“I’m barely hanging on myself, who the hell is going to help you with your startup now!”

Snap.

The call was hung up.

Shen Kuo was nearly suffocated with frustration.

Three attempts to contact, three failures.

He really wanted to curse himself. Why couldn’t he catch Manager Zhang in a good mood?

He wanted to curse Manager Zhang even more.

Was he eating gunpowder every day?

Seeing him getting more irritable each time, as if the sky was falling.

Leaving them aside.

Half an hour later, Zhao Qingfeng was arranged by Wang Yang to stay at the Dahua Hotel in the suburban area of the provincial city.

In the restaurant.

Wang Yang and Wang Hai sat with him, smiling and inquiring about the initial incident.

After eating a few bites, Zhao Qingfeng wiped his mouth, displaying the innocence of an eighteen-year-old, “Actually, there’s not much to it. Last time, Sister Liu just asked me to say that. Li Ming Clothing was about to close down, right? The clothes weren’t selling. So, we just thought of a method, and then we managed to fool Manager Zhang and the chairman.”

“Oh!”

“Alright!”

“Classmate Zhao, then let me ask you, if you were the chairman of Erlunsi facing continuous losses for two years, do you have any good ideas?”

“That’s easy. Close down, divide the money!”

Zhao Qingfeng simply shared his thoughts and then ordered another plate of fried rice.

Wang Yang and Wang Hai watched, chuckling to themselves.

True to being a poor kid, absolutely no ambition.

With all the seafood available, he only focused on the fried rice. Was it because he couldn’t afford it or didn’t dare to? Clearly a guy with no luck!

The two were quite satisfied.

Wang Yang left Wang Hai to watch Zhao Qingfeng, while he himself went upstairs with Secretary Little Li.

As Wang Yang left, Wang Hai shouted after him, “Bro, switch with me later, don’t forget!”

After saying that.

He continued to make idle conversation with Zhao Qingfeng.

“Zhao Qingfeng.”

“Tomorrow, no matter who asks you for your opinion, just say these four words. Close down, divide the money!”

“If you perform well, there will be a reward.”

“But if you don’t do well, you won’t get the money, understand?”

“Alright, go to sleep. We’ll see your performance tomorrow morning.”

Wang Hai personally escorted Zhao Qingfeng into his room, took away the room key, and locked the door tightly.

After closing the door.

Zhao Qingfeng sat alone on the edge of the bed, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up.

He didn’t think of much else, but after connecting the dots, he could only think of one phrase.

When the snipe and the clam grapple, it’s the fisherman who benefits.

He had thought the reform at Erlunsi would proceed smoothly, but he hadn’t expected the competition to be so fierce.

“Interesting…”

Although he didn’t know whether the shareholders would listen to Li Jianjun or Wang Yang.

He was now certain of one thing.

The shareholders would definitely listen to him.

And he would also benefit from it.

“Time to sleep!”

Zhao Qingfeng lay on the bed.

After a moment, he sat up again, found some paper and a pen, and wrote several pages.

After reviewing them carefully.

He nodded in satisfaction, tucked the pages into his pocket, and snuggled into the bed.

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