Chapter 129: The Best Time of Youth (1/2)

Zhao Qingfeng casually inquired about Li Jianjun’s connections.

Li Jianjun had been mingling in the provincial city for many years and knew quite a few big and small bosses.

Zhao Qingfeng wasn’t interested in other matters.

He specifically asked if Li Jianjun knew the provincial distributor for Nike.

Li Jianjun was startled, “Little Feng, we’re not thinking of buying Nike’s brand license as well, are we? That’s a bit too big, and I don’t think it’s very realistic.”

Zhao Qingfeng smiled and replied, “Chairman, you’ve misunderstood. I just have a small favor to ask of them. Can you help me find out if the agency rights for Shuangyang County have been settled? If they have, is there still a possibility of changing them?”

He spoke quite tactfully.

Li Jianjun was startled again.

This matter was too small for him, just a county, and he felt embarrassed to ask.

But he couldn’t refuse something Zhao Qingfeng wanted to do.

He immediately instructed Zhang Dekai, “Old Zhang, call Officer Sun of Qingyang Sports tomorrow, oh no, do it now. You know better what to say.”

Zhang Dekai nodded in agreement. He had intended to inquire about this before, but due to the numerous tasks at the company, he forgot when he got busy, and now he felt somewhat embarrassed.

Soon after, he hurried back to report, “Nike is indeed looking to recruit agents in various districts and counties soon. The specific timing hasn’t been set, but it will be soon. I’ll inform you as soon as there’s news.”

Zhao Qingfeng asked about the conditions.

Old Zhang laughed, putting his arm around him affectionately, “Little Feng, Officer Zhao! Is this even a matter for our Erlunsi? You’re the Chief Operating Officer now! Not to mention you, even if I wanted to secure the agency rights for a small county, it wouldn’t be a problem at all. Right, Chairman?”

Li Jianjun gave him a stern look.

Zhang Dekai chuckled awkwardly, patted Zhao Qingfeng on the shoulder, and left to drive away.

After he left, Li Jianjun gestured towards Zhang Dekai’s direction with his mouth, implying that Manager Zhang was like that and suggesting Zhao Qingfeng maintain a certain hierarchical relationship with him to avoid management difficulties later.

Zhao Qingfeng smiled indifferently, showing he didn’t mind.

Management styles might differ between domestic and international settings, and he thought this was fine. Back overseas, there wasn’t much distance between superiors and subordinates as long as there was sincerity.

“Chairman, another sincere suggestion for you, the company should minimize bureaucracy and formalism internally. These are the cancers affecting enterprise development.”

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The next morning.

Erlunsi’s Mercedes car dropped Zhao Qingfeng back at school.

He got off the car early, not intending to show off.

Firstly, he was naturally averse to such actions.

Secondly, his capabilities far exceeded this. Compared to his previous life when he arrived overseas and secured investments from hundreds of business magnates on Wall Street by himself, conquering a small Erlunsi was just a trivial matter.

“Youth! It’s wonderful!”

Zhao Qingfeng, facing the rising sun, holding freshly bought soy milk and dough sticks, stood at the school gate and shouted.

Compared to the intricate world of adults, he preferred sitting with Shen Lingyao, playfully drinking soy milk together.

Even chatting and boasting over a bottle of soda with Zhang Yang was preferable.

In such a contrast, he shouted a few more times, an action that made many students think he was the mental patient who had returned from a previous suicide attempt.

Old Bian happened to pass by on his motorcycle.

Hearing the shouting, he braked, “Zhao Qingfeng from Class 3 Year 2, what are you shouting about here? I bet you won’t score over 400 in this mock exam. Dare to bet a soy milk machine with me?”

After saying that.

He suddenly remembered Zhao Qingfeng’s family situation.

“Never mind, hurry in to prepare for the exam. You weren’t here yesterday, and Teacher Yan was upset.”

“Come here, here’s two hundred yuan.”

“This Saturday, you’ll represent your class and buy some fruits for Teacher Yan, don’t buy cigarettes, or he’ll beat you.”

Old Bian hurriedly left the money and rode into the school, whistling a tune.

Along the way, he made several small bets with students from well-off families.

Zhao Qingfeng watched and chuckled to himself.

In his previous life, he disliked Old Bian, but now, it was hard to say.

As he was thinking, Zhang Yang rode his old bicycle fast from a distance, closely chasing Fu Xiaoli.

Fu Xiaoli thought he wanted to ask her about a problem.

But Zhang Yang, as if having a brain fart, rode alongside her and said, “Fu Xiaoli, let’s get a divorce.”

“What?”

“Let’s divorce, I didn’t do well on this mock exam.”

“Zhang Yang, are you sick?”

Fu Xiaoli was furious and kicked him.

Zhang Yang, losing control of his bike, yelled and headed straight towards Zhao Qingfeng.

Zhao Qingfeng was waiting for Shen Lingyao.

Hearing Zhang Yang’s shout and turning back, they were less than two meters apart.

Zhang Yang’s bicycle was very old.

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