Umbo's villa in the western suburbs.
Wen Siyuan had been staying at home for a few days. The wound on his face was almost healed, but he never mentioned the shares.
At lunchtime, Zhou Lan had already prepared the table. Umbo came downstairs, wearing a suit and leather shoes. He looked like he was going out for business.
"I have a lunch appointment at noon, so I won't be eating at home."
Wen Siyuan sat on the sofa and looked up to ask,
"Why so sudden?"
"It's not sudden. It's about the acquisition. Su Nianhua is usually very busy. He is also working for others, so it's not a big deal for me to cooperate with him a little."
If Su Nianhua was in a hurry to talk business with him, Umbo would not be so happy.
He was quite satisfied with the previous price negotiation, and the conditions in all aspects were not bad, so he had been in a good mood for the past two days. Even when Hong Rizhang of Rongfa Media called him a few times, he refused to answer.
Pleasure was sold to an outsider who had nothing to do with Lanjiang City. He could get a year-end bonus justifiably. It was better than selling to a stingy Hong Rizhang.
Watching Umbo go out, the sound of the car engine disappeared from the courtyard. Wen Siyuan closed the newspaper and stared thoughtfully in the direction of the study on the second floor.
Umbo's chapters were usually kept in the study.
"Time to eat, Siyuan."
Zhou Lan's voice made Wen Siyuan come back to his senses.
At this time, Zhou Lan was wearing a beige dress. Her long hair was tied up on the top of her head, and a few strands of hair hung loosely around her ears. She had a lazy temperament, but she was more charming.
Wen Siyuan suddenly had a feeling of restlessness.
During the meal, Zhou Lan glanced at the servants from the corner of her eyes.
"You all go down first. I'll clean up after the meal."
She and Wen Siyuan were left in the dining room.
Zhou Lan served a bowl of soup to Wen Siyuan.
"Siyuan, this soup is made from Daguu. I added Codonopsis pilosula to boost your energy. You've just recovered, so drink more."
Wen Siyuan's hand that was holding the bowl of soup slid from the edge of the bowl to her slender wrist. He seemed to touch her wrist for a moment before retracting his hand and taking the bowl of soup.
"It smells good."
Zhou Lan clenched her fingers as she felt an electric shock coursing through her entire body.
After that, they ate in silence. Zhou Lan was absent-minded. Wen Siyuan, on the other hand, acted as if nothing had happened. After finishing his meal, he stood up and looked at Zhou Lan thoughtfully.
"I'll go upstairs first."
With that, Wen Siyuan headed for the second floor.
Zhou Lan held the bowl and felt that she couldn't taste anything. The sound of water splashing came from Wen Siyuan's bedroom on the second floor, and it made her angry.
If she didn't understand what he meant, then she would have wasted all her years of observation by the old man's side.
"Nanny Zhang, clean up the dishes. I'll give you three days off. Didn't you always say that you wanted to go back to your hometown to see your son? Go back. "
The servant, Nanny Zhang, was overjoyed. She cleaned up the dishes and went back to her room to pack.
Before she left, Zhou Lan gave her a red packet.
"You still have to come before the New Year. You can't transfer to someone else's house."
"Yes, of course. Madam is so good to me."
After closing the door, Zhou Lan went up to the second floor. She went back to her room first, changed her clothes, sprayed some perfume, and tiptoed out of the room. She went in the direction of the second bedroom.
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At the entrance of Qingxiu Teahouse in the western suburbs of Lanjiang City, a black BMW slowly stopped. The waiter at the door ran over and opened the door to welcome the person who got out of the car.
"President Wen."
This teahouse was owned by Umbo. It barely made ends meet every year. In fact, it was just a private place for him to talk business. Some time ago, he had already planned to sell it, but seeing that the acquisition of Pleasure Entertainment had taken a turn for the better, it was not impossible for it to stay in Lanjiang City, so he decided to keep the shop.
He had arranged to meet Su Nianhua here.
In the private room, the aroma of tea filled the air.
Su Nianhua had participated in the Remaining Life roadshow in various parts of the country. When he came back, his flight was delayed. He had just arrived at the airport and was late.
Umbo was not in a hurry. The waiter brought him a new batch of tea. He commented a little, and the manager listened respectfully. He noted it down and said that he would improve on it next time.
As they were talking, the door of the private room was suddenly pulled open. A waitress in a cheongsam said anxiously.
"Sir, you can't go in."
Umbo looked up and saw the man who had barged into the room. He looked familiar. After thinking for a while, he remembered that he was Hong Rizhang's assistant.
"What are you doing here?"
"Mr. Wen." He bowed respectfully as a form of greeting. "I have something to show you. It's about Pleasure Entertainment."
Umbo looked a little displeased.
"Do you know what I was supposed to talk about today?"
If there were no problems, the contract would be signed today. Hong Rizhang's assistant appeared at this time. It was obvious that he was here to cause trouble. If Su Nianhua arrived at this time and saw that he was in contact with the people from Venture Media, he would not be able to explain himself.
The assistant said calmly.
"Mr. Wen, CEO Hong said that if you still insist on rejecting the collaboration with Venture Media after seeing this, he will not disturb you in the future."
Umbo then noticed that Hong Rizhang's assistant was holding a black folder. He could vaguely see that there was a stack of papers in it.
"This is all of Su Nianhua's background information."
The manager of the teahouse understood from Umbo's eyes. He took the folder from the assistant and placed it on the tea table.
Umbo flipped open the folder and glanced at it. His expression changed slightly. After flipping through a few pages, his expression changed even more. There were faint signs of him collapsing.
This was the effect that the assistant wanted to see. It was also what Hong Rizhang had expected.
The assistant said seriously,
"Mr. Wen, my husband is in the private room next door. If you are interested, why don't you move?"
Umbo closed the folder. His expression was gloomy.
Hong Rizhang knew that Umbo was going to meet Su Nianhua here. He also knew that if he did not do something, this collaboration might be completed this afternoon. He was determined to get Pleasure Entertainment, so he would not allow such a thing to happen. Therefore, today was his last chance to stop this contract from being completed.
He was putting all his eggs in one basket, but it was almost certain that he would win.
In the private room, the smell of sandalwood rose. Behind the double-sided screen, there was a Jiangnan woman playing a tune. Hong Rizhang pinched his fingers and sat on the futon, shaking his head. He looked relaxed and comfortable.
With a "shua" sound, Umbo opened the door of the private room and walked in. His face was ashen.
"Pa" The folder was slammed on the table. The loud sound did not interrupt the sound of the pipa behind the screen.
Umbo's face was gloomy. He growled,
"Hong Rizhang, what do you mean by this?"
"Nothing. I'm just reminding CEO Wen not to trust villains so easily." Hong Rizhang's expression did not change, but he was happy in his heart.
Right now, the initiative that he had lost for a long time was back in his hands.
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