One year later.
It was July in Taiwan, and the weather was scorching hot. The sea breeze, mixed with a fishy smell, made people feel wet from head to toe.
Lin Qian was wearing a military-style short-sleeved shirt and shorts, a white wide-brimmed hat, and a moist white jade bracelet on her wrist. She was driving, driving a big off-road Jeep.
Walking through the dense foliage of the forest, the sunlight was like large chunks of gold, mottled on the road ahead. After driving for ten minutes, she arrived in front of a row of white and quiet holiday houses. She stopped at the door of one of the houses, picked up the breakfast she had just bought from the passenger seat, pushed the door open and walked in.
The room was bright, and the smell of tea wafted in.
Li Zhicheng was sitting on the recliner by the window, reading a book. Hearing the sound, he looked up at her, his eyes dark.
Lin Qian smiled when she saw him.
At this moment, he was also wearing a military-style dark green short-sleeved shirt. Just by looking at it, he was very handsome. She had to admit that he was very suitable to wear military-style clothes, with broad shoulders, long legs, and a narrow waist, his lines were neat and handsome.
But on his lower body, he was wearing a pair of beach pants with green patterns. His muscular calves were exposed, and sitting so casually, he looked lazy and reckless.
She had to admit that the beach pants did not match his temperament. But Lin Qian felt that the boss's aura was so strong that he could wear such street clothes with a cold and calm temperament.
She nodded and walked up to him, "Not bad." She smiled a little proudly, "I didn't expect you to really wear it!"
When she bought it yesterday and showed it to him, he didn't say anything. Finally, he frowned and looked at her, not saying anything.
But today, he took the initiative to wear it.
Li Zhicheng put the book in his hand on the table and said, "How do you think the story about beacons teasing the feudal princes came about?"
Lin Qian was a little surprised, and then she smiled. He was saying that he wore it to win a smile from a beauty.
Li Zhicheng sat up straight, reached out his hand and pulled her to sit on his lap. Then he looked down at her, his breath warm and tempting, "Liar."
Lin Qian suddenly smiled.
She had come to Taiwan a few days ago to see the production of Mind's new fabric. Li Zhicheng had just arrived last night.
As Li Zhicheng had expected, the development of Mind's fabrics this year was unstoppable and unstoppable. Not only did it accept a huge order from New Bori, but it also gradually provided raw materials for some luggage factories in China and Southeast Asia. The production was getting higher and higher, and the scale of the business was getting bigger and bigger. Therefore, the two of them would frequently go to Taiwan.
However, compared to the time when Vinda and Aito were listed last year, they were busy all day and night. Now, they were more like Jiang Taigong sitting alone on a fishing platform, much more leisurely. In Gu Yanzhi's words, he was actually "sitting at home waiting for the money."
Thinking back to the hardships and struggles of the past, compared to today's easy money, it really made one sigh with emotion.
What about their relationship?
Speaking of which, it was strange that a year had passed so quickly. The two of them were still fine. They went to work and got off work every day. Sometimes, they went on business trips together. Sometimes, they were apart for ten days or half a month.
When they were together, they were sweet and lingering. When they were apart, they missed each other even more. Day after day, month after month, there seemed to be no change. She still liked him so much, and he still desired and possessed her.
Could it be that when they were in love, time would pass so quickly and unconsciously?
Yesterday, when Li Zhicheng got off the plane and arrived at the holiday house next to the factory, it was already past one o 'clock at night. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. The physically strong Mr. Boss, of course, had desires, but Lin Qian felt bad for him after a day of traveling, so she advised him to rest early and promised that she would … satisfy him that morning.
However, when she woke up in the morning, Li Zhicheng was still not awake. She suddenly remembered that a staff member in the factory had recommended to her that there was a Taiwanese specialty "crispy vegetable rolls" in a small town nearby. She had forgotten about it and excitedly drove to buy it.
That was why Li Zhicheng called her a "liar" at this moment.
Lin Qian pitifully handed the breakfast in her hand to him, "I'm doing this to satisfy your appetite!"
Li Zhicheng glanced at the breakfast, then at the woman's slightly flushed skin from the sun, and said lightly, "Feed me."
Lin Qian, "… Oh."
She opened the paper bag, let the top of the roll peek out, and brought it to his lips. He was her hand, eating slowly, bite by bite. But his hand was on her waist, and the other hand was gently tapping on her knee.
Lin Qian glared at him. How could he be so calm and in control of the situation while eating a roll?
And as they spent more and more time together, she finally discovered the deep-rooted bad habits of her boss. In fact, this bad habit had already shown signs on their first night. Didn't he insist that she take off her clothes? Apart from taking off her clothes, she also had to take them off for him. At that time, Lin Qian was quite puzzled. He was in charge in bed the whole time, why did he only want her to take off his clothes? Also, shouldn't men like to take off women's clothes? Why was it the opposite when it came to him?
Later, Lin Qian slowly discovered. Although her boss was a man of few words, in and out of bed, he had absolute control and an intimidating aura. But in fact, he … ahem, he could be a little clingy. But this character trait was hidden under his silent and strong appearance, hidden in the details of their interaction. If one didn't think about it carefully, they wouldn't be able to discover it.
For example, he liked it when she sat on him. Usually, there was nothing to do at home, and everyone did their own things, but Lin Qian was suddenly lifted onto his lap. She thought he wanted to have some "in-depth communication," but who knew that he would just hold her like this and read a book for the whole afternoon. In the end, he was focused, but she was distracted.
For example, he liked it when she took off his clothes and when she kissed his chin. Although Lin Qian had said that this was her favorite part, she didn't think of kissing it every time they made out. So sometimes, he would directly press her under his neck, look at her with his deep eyes, and say in a low voice, "Didn't you say you liked kissing here?"
For example, every time he went on a business trip, no matter how late it was, he would go home first; every morning he left home, he would express his "loyalty" to her … and now, he let her sit in his arms and feed him breakfast.
He quickly finished the roll. Lin Qian asked expectantly, "How does it taste?"
He answered, "Normal."
"Oh." Lin Qian threw the paper bag in her hand into the trash can, but when she turned her head, he lowered his head and kissed her.
"Didn't you say you wanted to satisfy my taste?" He gently bit her neck.
His words had a double meaning. Lin Qian's heart skipped a beat. She glanced at the clock on the wall. It was still early, so she put her arms around his neck and breathed out, "How … are you going to satisfy me?"
Li Zhicheng picked her up and walked to the big bed behind him.
"Did you miss me?" he asked in a low voice.
Lin Qian answered softly, "Li Zhicheng, we have been together for more than a year. Why do I still miss you more every day? "
The sun was clear, and the trees were quiet. Stealing half a day of leisure, the two of them were in a holiday house at the end of the world, whispering to each other and sharing their feelings.
At ten o 'clock in the morning.
The two of them arrived at Wang Taishi's office on time.
When Wang Taishi saw them, he didn't bother with pleasantries and asked, "Have you had breakfast? If not, go to the staff cafeteria downstairs. "
Li Zhicheng answered with a smile, "Yes, crispy vegetable rolls. They taste good."
When Wang Taishi heard this, he laughed and chatted with him about Taiwanese delicacies. Lin Qian's heart skipped a beat.
He said in the morning that the breakfast tasted average.
But he said she "tasted good."
Her initial judgment was right. This man would really get "bad," especially to her.
The new batch of fabrics developed by Mind had been produced and off the production line. This batch of fabrics didn't have waterproof or anti-stain properties, but it was lighter, more tenacious, and more finely woven. It was the raw material that Li Zhicheng planned to use in his new casual bag brand.
The three of them walked around the production line. Li Zhicheng said, "The new factories in Central and South China have been built, and the foundations for North and East China have been laid. Mr. Wang, do you want to go and take a look? "
Wang Taishi didn't answer immediately. He looked at the young couple in front of him, who were also his business partners. He looked up at the factory under the sun, which had been expanded several times. He suddenly felt a little emotional.
"Zhicheng, Lin Qian." He said slowly, "I can't believe that I, Wang Taishi, am still in the stable. Now I'm really going to soar."
Li Zhicheng and Lin Qian both laughed. Wang Taishi was done being proud. He glanced at them and said, "Don't rush back. Stay in Taiwan for another two days. My wife is making hotpot tonight. Both of you come over for dinner. "
Li Zhicheng and Lin Qian both agreed.
That afternoon, the two of them had nothing to do. They strolled on the streets of Taiwan like a normal couple.
Lin Qian had been focusing on the fabric this year. She had been to Taiwan more than Li Zhicheng and was more familiar with it. Thus, she led him through the bustling streets, walking aimlessly.
The situation didn't matter. The passersby didn't matter either. What mattered was the people around you and your state of mind. Lin Qian used to walk with Li Zhicheng on the streets. Every second was as sweet as honey. Her heart was filled with him.
Now, Lin Qian's state of mind had changed. Being by his side was like drinking light honey water. The taste was slightly sweet but lingering. You didn't know when it had seeped into your body and become a habit.
Maybe it was an occupational hazard. The two of them strolled to the busiest street in the city without realizing it. And here, the best luggage brands in Asia gathered. The two of them stopped under the neon lights between the high-rise buildings. At a glance, they saw the LCD advertisement of Sha Ying DH rolling on the roof of the opposite building. The content of the advertisement was very fashionable and eye-catching. And below the advertisement, the last line that appeared was: Asia's Top Sales of the Year.
Lin Qian looked at it silently for a while. In her mind, the image of Ning Weikai, who she hadn't seen for a long time, appeared. She wondered how he felt when he looked at the big plate of New Bori.
She looked up to the front again. Coincidentally, the billboard not far away belonged to Ming De. On the black screen, the four bright silver letters MIND were evenly spaced, simple and elegant. Just like the characteristics of the brand.
Lin Qian turned to look at Li Zhicheng. "Are you really going to meet Ning Weikai next week?"
Li Zhicheng also looked at the two subtle billboards and nodded slightly.
Lin Qian sighed. "Will he want to beat you up?"
A smile appeared on the corner of Li Zhicheng's mouth. "Ning Weikai will find out sooner or later that you and I are the major shareholders of Mind." He glanced at her. "There are no eternal friends …"
Lin Qian continued, "And there are no eternal enemies."
Men in the business world only had eternal interests.
Why did Li Zhicheng and Ning Weikai arrange this meeting? Lin Qian was very clear about the reason.
Because after a year of development, Sha Ying and Mind already had each other in them. Lin Qian didn't know if Li Zhicheng had predicted this situation. But it was true that the two brands were growing at a crazy speed.
But from Lin Qian's point of view, Mind's development was better than Sha Ying's. Just like how Intel chips were used by major computer manufacturers back in the day, it had already reached the end customer level. So in the end, its position became more powerful.
And now Mind was the same. Since the Aito interview last year, Li Zhicheng had been very focused on building the brand of Mind. Now the consumers all knew that Taiwan's Mind fabric was the best in Asia, close to perfection.
Even though her and Li Zhicheng's identity as shareholders had been low-key and kept a secret. But as smart as Ning Weikai was, he might have already noticed it.
However, right now, he and Deagle probably had no other choice.
On the same day.
Ning Weikai stood on the top of New Bori's building, looking down. People were coming and going on the ground, small as ants.
He had just finished Sha Ying's quarterly sales summary. Everyone was very happy: his employees, confidants, suppliers, big customer representatives … because this was New Bori's first Asian sales champion in many years.
Thinking of this, he smiled slightly. But this smile wasn't happy, his eyes were as cold as ever.
Because at this moment, on his desk, there was still the overall performance report of New Bori for the last quarter. In stark contrast to Sha Ying's hot sales schedule, in recent months, the sales of casual bags and outdoor bags had obviously shrunk.
Finally, today, the group's quarterly total profit had shown a negative value.
He stood like this for a while, and finally just slowly sighed.
At this time, Yuan Jun knocked on the door and came in, looking a little upset, "CEO, it's time to go to the Zhu's headquarters for a meeting." He didn't know whether it was intentional or not, but this assistant who had been with him for many years now added the two words "Zhu's" when referring to the headquarters.
Ning Weikai nodded, walked back to the table, picked up the suit on the back of the chair, and began to put it on slowly, as charming and elegant as usual.
Yuan Jun looked at him, his eyes suddenly a little wet. He turned his head to the side and calmly suppressed his tears.
But Ning Weikai's mind was thinking about some phone calls he had received last night. They were all from within the Zhu's, friends who were on good terms with him, or friends who had high hopes for him. The purpose of the calls was nothing more than the same explicit hint:
"Weikai, tomorrow's board meeting might be windy."
"Weikai, the situation is very bad for you."
"Weikai, what's your plan for the future?"
At the same time, he also thought of this morning, before he left home for work, his wife Zhu Hanyu was wearing an elegant Chanel dress, standing barefoot at the entrance, looking at him with eyes: love, guilt, hesitation, helplessness …
Finally, he put on his tie and went downstairs with Yuan Jun expressionlessly.
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