Chapter 257
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It was pretty good. Her small company had helped Liu Jia manage a Top Ten Model Company. Her current net worth could be considered to have risen along with it.
Translator: Lan _ Editor: Efydatia The days before the Spring Festival were always busy. Qin Guan received his last scholarship and filled in his GRE and TOEFL scores on the application form. He pressed the send button and started preparing for the second half of the semester.
Qin Guan had finished his studies in China, except for one thesis that had been easy for him.
He still remembered what his tutor had said when he had filled in the recommendation form for him to study abroad. "Qin Guan, you must return home alive."
Hey! The US had only experienced 9/11. Needless to say, he had to die a martyr's death.
When he left the office, his tutor, who admired him the most, sent an affectionate letter to an old friend of his who had applied to study abroad.
Martin, who had been oppressed and trampled by him during his college years, would be interested in his beloved student.
After reading the letter from his friend in China, Martin lit a cigar for himself proudly.
This proud and unyielding Chinese classmate finally had the chance to beg him. However, if the child he recommended couldn't even pass the basic assessment, then there was no need for him to put in so much effort.
Qin Guan had no idea that a strict mentor was waiting for him on the other side of the ocean. He focused all his attention on the company he had set up with his partner.
The construction industry had just started in 2001, so it was a good time to make a fortune.
In an inconspicuous one-story building in Huhu, a red curtain was pulled up.
Everyone was on the platform. The notary filled his teacup with hot water. The person in charge, who was sitting in the middle, made a speech, which marked the start of the bidding for the national highway in Huzhou.
Zhang Zhenqian, who was sitting at the table, became nervous. He didn't know whether Qin Guan would be able to win the bid.
Even Zhang Zhenqian felt that the price he offered was a bit too high. Could such a price be enough to get the bid that was on the table?
Unfortunately, Zhang Zhenqian didn't have time to think too much. The arrow was nocked on the bow and had to be released. When it came to their company, Zhang Zhenqian pushed the sales manager next to him and signaled him to submit the bidding documents.
Zhang Zhenqian wanted to go up and show his face, but there were so many judges and leaders of the highway system on the stage, and there were so many peers in the audience.
With his ferocious appearance, it would be bad if he left a bad impression on everyone.
The sales manager looked at the stacks of bidding documents under his feet and twitched the corner of his eyes. He went to the side of the field and dragged a cart to carry the bidding documents.
As the young man in the blue suit pushed the bidding document onto the bidding table, the bosses and people in charge of the various companies were all stunned.
Speaking of which, the mechanical engineering industry was very particular about financial resources. Most of the people in the room were only involved in one or two companies.
Among the small machines, generators and impact rammers were two different industries, not to mention the large trucks, road rollers, and excavators.
Which business tycoon is this? When did he get involved in this field?
The famous Xugong and Shangong had not said anything yet. Xugong wanted to cry, but no tears came out. Our unit can't make such a comprehensive bid.
When the sales manager placed the items in the category, everyone let out a sigh of relief at the same time. Fortunately, they were all small mechanical tools. You guys really scared us to death!
The leaders on the stage nodded in satisfaction. They were most annoyed by small manual tool companies. They liked to put all the types of bids into one bidding document, which made it difficult for them to carry out statistical work.
The company was good and serious. Judging from the preparation of the bidding documents, it was obvious that they attached great importance to the bidding meeting.
When the sales manager finished, Zhang Zhenqian let out a sigh of relief. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sweat off his bald head.
He had never been as nervous as he was that day, even when he had been chased down three streets.
I'll call Qin Guan after the meeting and ask him to teach me how to deal with the bidding documents.
Late at night, Qin Guan was still waiting for Zhang Zhenqian's call. He knew that Zhang Zhenqian would give him good or bad news.
His cell phone rang loudly in the dormitory late at night. Qin Guan grabbed it and got out of bed. He answered the phone in the dark corridor. "Hello?"
The voice on the other end of the line was vague but excited. Zhang Zhenqian had drunk too much. "How is Brother Zhang?"
Zhang Zhenqian looked at the few people who were already lying on the table with some pride and bragged to the little brother on the phone, "Good boy, you're really something. How do you know that they can't take the provocation as long as they gather together?"
"I've never drunk like this since I opened my company. If I hadn't used the vomiting method, I would have been the same as the sales manager of my company."
"That guy listened to your arrangements and hired the most drinkable Northeasterner. In the end, before the third round, he was defeated by the opponent's home team."
Could Qin Guan admit that he had been one of them in his previous life? The animals of this group are more than human beings can possibly compare.
Qin Guan asked the most important question while Zhang was sober, "Did you tell me the most important thing?"
It seemed that Zhang Zhenqian really couldn't hold it anymore. The other end of the phone actually laughed wildly.
"Ha ha ha! If you want a deep relationship, drink it all. If you want a good relationship, pour it all on the ground. We agreed on it. We did what you taught us. Don't worry."
Qin Guan let out a sigh of relief. Zhang Zhenqian was talking nonsense on the other end of the line. Qin Guan asked, "Where did you drink? Can we go back now?"
"Don't worry about it. There are so many drivers … Bang … Bang … Bang … Bang … Bang …"
The sound of plates and bowls being smashed was heard. Qin Guan couldn't help but smile, adding some warmth to the lonely and empty dormitory corridor.
Qin Guan touched his trouser pocket out of reflex. He hadn't smoked since his rebirth.
A small breeze blew through the room. "Achoo!" Since he had finished his business, he had to go back to his warm bed.
The next day, Qin Guan felt light-headed and dizzy. He sniffled and listened to Zhang's crazy roar on the phone. He had no strength left.
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