"I don't agree..." After Fang Zhicheng said a lot of things, Zhao Qingya smiled and rejected Fang Zhicheng.
"Why?" Fang Zhicheng was a little dejected, because he was still very confident in his idea.
"Because from a businessman's perspective, it is impossible for me to invest in a project that I have never touched before, which is empty and has no actual results." Zhao Qingya instantly turned into a strong woman with a long history in the business world.
From Zhao Qingya's perspective, there is really no need for her to invest in an unfamiliar industry. The existing group business has a strong growth momentum and has not shown any signs of decline. The cultivation of the cultural industry requires a long time, and there is no need for Zhao Qingya to expend energy to expand a field with no future.
Fang Zhicheng thought about it and suddenly said, "I take back what I just said."
"Oh? Are you discouraged now? You are not a good negotiator." Zhao Qingya smiled proudly, her willow-like eyebrows looked very beautiful.
Fang Zhicheng waved his hand, interrupting her laughter, and said, "I'm not taking back that sentence, but the one at the beginning."
"Which sentence is it?" Zhao Qingya was suddenly confused.
Fang Zhicheng whispered: "Let's discuss this project not from a businessman's perspective, but from a friendship perspective. If you promise me, I can give you everything I have." After saying that, Fang Zhicheng made an expression as if he was willing to let others do whatever they wanted.
Zhao Qingya was slightly startled, stared at Fang Zhicheng's eyes for a while, and said unhappily: "How much is our friendship worth?"
Fang Zhicheng stretched out his hand and broke off a slice from the orange, unexpectedly stuffed it into Zhao Qingya's mouth, and said with a smile: "Of course, love is stronger than gold."
Zhao Qingya found that her mouth was filled with the aroma of orange juice. She chewed and sighed. When she finished eating the orange flesh, she said softly, "Please give me a quote. How much do you want?"
Fang Zhicheng smiled triumphantly and extended a slap.
Five million is just a drop in the bucket for Zhao Qingya, who is worth over 1 billion. The reason why Fang Zhicheng shamelessly pestered Zhao Qingya tonight and followed her to her apartment was for this purpose.
"Five million? Is it worth it?" Zhao Qingya held up her chin and said, "I am supporting such an expensive gigolo."
Chapter 0182 The Key Points of Qi's Group
Zhao Qingya stared at Fang Zhicheng with mixed feelings. When she was with Fang Zhicheng, she had already begun to adapt to the state of forgetting her ex-boyfriend. New emotions can indeed replace old emotions and are also a good medicine to heal old wounds, but Zhao Qingya knew very well that Fang Zhicheng liked another woman, and the taste was bitter.
Now Fang Zhicheng has given her a difficult problem, hoping that she can invest in the project of someone she likes, which makes it difficult for Zhao Qingya to make a decision.
Should Zhao Qingya reject Fang Zhicheng? Would that make her look petty
Zhao Qingya was silent for five or six minutes, then he exhaled leisurely and said calmly, "Investment is fine, but you must give me a project feasibility analysis report. It's hard to impress an old veteran with such unconvincing words."
Fang Zhicheng nodded, peeled another piece of orange and handed it to Zhao Qingya. Zhao Qingya's lips curved into an arc, she reached out to take it and put it in her mouth. The unique sour and sweet taste of the orange instantly spread on the tip of her tongue.
Then Zhao Qingya filled the hot water for Fang Zhicheng and asked him to take a bath first. Fang Zhicheng soaked in the bathtub for about half an hour, feeling that all the pores on his body were open, and his whole body was relaxed. Suddenly he thought of his current relationship with Zhao Qingya and couldn't help but sigh.
Fang Zhicheng now positioned Zhao Qingya as a big sister. Neither he nor Zhao Qingya could break through that barrier for the time being.
After soaking for a few more minutes, Zhao Qingya knocked on the door and asked curiously, "Zhicheng, why did you take so long to bathe? Did you fall asleep? The weather is so cold. If the water gets cold and you fall asleep, you will get sick."
Fang Zhicheng wanted to play a joke on Zhao Qingya, so he deliberately didn't answer. Zhao Qingya walked around the door twice, and felt something was wrong, so she continued to knock on the door and asked tentatively: "Zhicheng, are you okay? If you don't say anything, I'll have to come in."
Fang Zhicheng held back his laughter and remained silent, imagining Zhao Qingya's anxious look outside and laughing secretly. He heard the door lock click twice, and Zhao Qingya tried to open the bathroom door, but Fang Zhicheng had locked it when he was taking a shower.
Fang Zhicheng reached out to scoop up some water and wiped it on his face. Just as he was about to speak, the door lock popped open with a click. Zhao Qingya rushed into the bathroom in panic with the key in her hand, and then pulled open the door of the glass partition.
"Why don't you say anything!" Zhao Qingya was stunned at first, then said angrily.
Fang Zhicheng was startled and quickly put his legs, which were originally on the edge of the bathtub, back into the bathtub. He said awkwardly, "I wanted to play a joke on you, but I didn't expect you to take it seriously."
"Brat!" Zhao Qingya became more and more annoyed the more she thought about it. She was anxious outside, but he was leisurely and contented inside. She thought to herself that she must take revenge to relieve the hatred in her heart. Seeing a bottle of shower gel at hand, she reached out and grabbed it, then threw it at Fang Zhicheng.
Fang Zhicheng curled up in the bathtub, unable to move, so he could only take the blow obediently, then took the towel and put it on his sensitive parts, begging for mercy: "Sister Ya, I apologize. I was wrong just now, the water is indeed a little cold. How about you go out first, I will finish the wash later."
Zhao Qingya glared at Fang Zhicheng, and inadvertently saw a dark cloud under the water. Her face flushed slightly, and she snorted and said, "Hurry up and finish. I'm so sleepy. After you finish, I have to take a good bath."
Fang Zhicheng secretly thought that Zhao Qingya was just a coward, so he deliberately teased her, "Sister, I need your help."
"What's the matter?" Zhao Qingya had already turned her back.
Fang Zhicheng smiled and said, "Why don't you help me wipe my back? I can't reach the back."
Zhao Qingya spat and cursed, "Do you think of me as your servant?" She said this, but her hand picked up the bath ball and walked towards Fang Zhicheng.
Fang Zhicheng was just joking, but he didn't expect Zhao Qingya to really rub his back, so he mustered up the courage to sit up straight. Zhao Qingya rolled up her sleeves, revealing half of her soft arms, picked up the shower gel on the ground, poured a handful on the shower ball, dipped it in water, and then rubbed it evenly on Fang Zhicheng's back.
Fang Zhicheng hummed comfortably and glanced at Zhao Qingya, only to see two blushes on her fair cheeks. The more he looked at her, the more he felt that Zhao Qingya was pretty and charming. He even boldly reached out and held Zhao Qingya's white wrist.
"What are you doing?" Zhao Qingya glared at Fang Zhicheng and scolded him with a red face.
Fang Zhicheng retracted his hand and muttered, "You touched my skin. If I don't touch you back, I always feel a little disadvantaged."
Zhao Qingya was amused by Fang Zhicheng's weird logic. She burst out laughing and cursed, "Then do you think that you should rub my back when I take a shower later? That's reasonable?"
Fang Zhicheng nodded sincerely and said solemnly: "It is absolutely my duty!"
"Dream on!" Zhao Qingya threw the bath ball on Fang Zhicheng and quickly turned around to leave. "I have wiped your back. Rinse it off within five minutes. This is your final ultimatum."
Seeing Zhao Qingya walk away with her charming body swaying, Fang Zhicheng secretly regretted it a little, thinking that if he had just grabbed her and used a little more strength, maybe Zhao Qingya would really give in... However, Fang Zhicheng quickly dismissed his dirty thoughts, because Zhao Qingya's back throw was not something to be trifled with.
After returning to the bed, Fang Zhicheng was still savoring the wonderful feeling of Zhao Qingya rubbing his back. Those soft and smooth little hands, coupled with the numbing feeling brought by the friction of the bath ball, were like a magnet, burning all the blood in his body.