"That's what happened. Wang Zibo came to the office and asked Qiu where Liu Pengfei was."
When Nie Xiaoyu reported to Chen Hansheng, she was still a little scared. "I didn't know that Wang Zibo was so hot-tempered before. If Liu Pengfei was here, he would definitely fight with him."
"Zibo? It's not strange."
Chen Hansheng smiled and sighed. "It's true that he's honest, but it's also true that he values loyalty. After all, we've been brothers for decades."
"You're still so young. How can you be brothers for decades?"
Nie Xiaoyu curled her lips, and soon a touch of worry surfaced in her heart: "Is what Wang Zibo said true or false? Does Shen Tong really want to terminate the cooperation with Rocket 101?"
Chen Hansheng nodded. "It's possible. What if Rocket 101 goes bankrupt or is acquired? What do you plan to do?"
"What?"
Nie Xiaoyu looked at Chen Hansheng. Her eyes were filled with sadness. Although nothing had happened, she found it hard to accept the fact that something like this had happened.
"Director Chen, I'm sure you can solve this problem."
In the end, Nie Xiaoyu put her hope on the man who had founded Rocket 101.
"It's business. Nothing is 100%."
Chen Hansheng joked. "Do you think I'm an almighty God?"
Nie Xiaoyu was silent for a long time. Suddenly, she cursed Liu Pengfei. "Why did he do that?"
"I don't care."
Nie Xiaoyu stomped her feet at Chen Hansheng. "I don't have any other plans. Anyway, I'll follow you. Although I'm not beautiful, I'm qualified to be a secretary."
Chen Hansheng grinned. After Nie Xiaoyu left, he murmured to himself, "She's right to follow me. To a certain extent, I'm actually God."
… ….
The next day, Chen Hansheng drove to Shentong's company in Hu City. He didn't even bring Kong Jing, because it wouldn't be a good scene.
Riding a bicycle, it really looked like Guan Yunchang going to the meeting alone.
As expected, Chen Hansheng, who used to be treated as a VIP, didn't even have a cup of hot tea today. He sat alone in the reception room.
It was 30 degrees, but he didn't turn on the air conditioner on purpose.
"I'll f * ck your biological father and mother."
However, Chen Hansheng was Chen Hansheng. He was not interested in pretending to be a cultured person, nor did he believe that a calm heart would naturally cool down. He directly took off his short-sleeved shirt to cool off and took out a cigarette to smoke.
He was here to extort money this time, so it was normal for Shen Tong to be unhappy. What was the cold shoulder?
After waiting for more than 40 minutes, there was an uproar in the corridor outside.
Cheng Dejun's brother-in-law, Zhou Lei, suddenly rushed in with a group of people. Without saying a word, he waved his fist and was about to hit Cheng Dejun. He also scolded, "You f * cking ungrateful wretch. Rocket 101 just started to gain momentum and you want to sell it to Shunfeng. Are you worthy of Shentong's cultivation and support?
"Ouch ~ ~ ~ ~ ~"
Chen Hansheng let out a loud cry and fell limply to the ground.
"Ah Lei, stop!"
Fortunately, Cheng Dejun appeared. They were having a meeting just now, and the topic was the "69 million" contract.
After the meeting, Zhou Lei couldn't hold back his anger. He used to follow Cheng Dejun to conquer the world with his fists. Now that he was middle-aged, he still couldn't get rid of his lust and temper.
Chen Hansheng, this son of a bitch. He was still working with Shentong, and now he was talking about the acquisition with Shentong.
It was like a husband and wife were discussing plans for the future of their child, but the husband was secretly preparing to get married to another woman.
He deserved a beating!
However, Cheng Dejun was the chairman of a big company. Zhou Lei could do this, but he couldn't.
In addition, Chen Hansheng was not a pushover. He had Professor Sun Biyu behind him. If he really sold Rocket 101 to Shentong or Shentong, then he would cry.
In this world, as long as you could talk, or as long as you were willing to talk, there would be a solution.
"Where is he hurt?"
Cheng Dejun heard Chen Hansheng's "painful" cry, and his heart tightened.
However, after Cheng Dejun pushed through the crowd, he found that although Chen Hansheng was lying on the ground without any clothes on, there were no signs of him being beaten.
"Brother-in-law, I haven't touched him yet."
Zhou Lei was also in a daze, "I didn't do anything, and he just screamed and lied on the ground."
"I just screamed first."
At this time, Chen Hansheng, who was lying on the ground, said, "Manager Zhou's fist is too scary. I was worried that I would be beaten to death before I could scream, so I screamed first."
Actually, the ground was quite cool. Chen Hansheng regretted not lying down earlier.
Cheng Dejun could only shake his head and said, "Hansheng, stand up first."
"I can't."
Chen Hansheng directly refused, "Unless manager Zhou promises not to hit me, I will lie down sooner or later. What's the point of standing up now?"
"F * ck, you're pissing me off!"
Zhou Lei lifted a chair and wanted to smash Chen Hansheng to death, "I've seen all kinds of people, but I've never seen such a shameless bastard like you. Do you even deserve to be called a human?"
He was going to use his "weapon", and the others quickly stopped him. It was not a big deal to hit him, but if something happened, he would have to go to jail.
Did he really think that he could win a lawsuit against Sun Biyu?
However, Chen Hansheng was too shameless. He did not want to suffer any losses. He lay down before the fist even touched him. Not only was Zhou Lei angry, but many managers of Tong Tong also wanted to rush up and step on him.
"Okay, I promise you."
Cheng Dejun wanted to talk business, so how could he tolerate Chen Hansheng and Zhou Lei's nonsense here? He stared at Zhou Lei and warned, "If you get angry again, just go back to your hometown in Tong Lu."
This was a very severe punishment. Cheng Dejun and Zhou Lei's ancestral home was Tong Lu. Going back was equivalent to retirement.
Zhou Lei's face turned cold. He stared at Chen Hansheng fiercely, but he had already put down the chair.
Chen Hansheng got up from the ground. He did not brush off the dust and directly put on his short-sleeved shirt. The sweat-stained shirt immediately twisted into a ball on his back.
However, he did not mind at all. He patted his butt and walked into the conference room. He did not care about his image or appearance at all. It seemed that he only cared about interests. He was a very typical pragmatic capitalist.
Cheng Dejun was deeply touched. He walked over and said to Chen Hansheng, "If you were born 10 years earlier, if this year was 1994 instead of 2004, maybe you could also create a great era."
Chen Hansheng turned around and looked at Cheng Dejun. When he found that Cheng Dejun was not sarcastic, he replied seriously, "President Cheng, the times are always changing. 1994 is good, maybe 2004 is better."
"What's better?"
Cheng Dejun caught up with Chen Hansheng and asked. He seemed to want to play a game with Chen Hansheng.
Unfortunately, Chen Hansheng was not interested at all. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "The girls in 2004 all knew how to dress up. I like girls who are coquettish and slutty."
"You … …"
Cheng Dejun was somewhat speechless. This guy is really shameless and hooligan. Cheng Dejun hated him, but there was nothing he could do.
… …
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