The suburbs of Guanshan are more elegant and picturesque than Qingzhou. A corner of the villa pokes out from the green, inspiring countless imaginations. When the car turns the bend in the mountain, a European-style villa appears in front of Wen Liang, giving him a feeling of winding paths leading to a secluded place and a sudden sense of openness.
Wen Liang couldn't help laughing when he entered the villa. The golden tones filled the entire hall with an air of luxury. Replicas of world famous paintings could be seen everywhere, but without exception, they were all. Ning Xi said helplessly, "I forgot to say that he is not only a nouveau riche, but also a pervert."
Wen Liang smiled and said, "Actually, he's not bad. At least he's much better than a nouveau riche I know in Beijing. Especially his taste in choosing women is much better."
Ning Xi sighed, "Birds of a feather flock together. A big pervert and a small pervert, of course they will sympathize with each other. Do you want me to introduce you to him, huh?"
Wen Liang pretended not to see Ning Xi's sharp eyes and said, "Okay, it would be nice to get to know each other sometime..."
"You wish!" Ning Xi curled her lips. Seeing Wen Liang yawn again, she couldn't bear to fight with him anymore. She pointed upstairs with her fair and tender hands and said, "Go upstairs and have a rest first. The bedding is all new. If you can forget about the women in the paintings, maybe I'll give you a surprise when you wake up."
Wen Liang was indeed tired, but he still said in a sly way, "Surprise? Could it be that after I wake up, someone will cook a table full of delicious food to comfort me?"
Ning Xi's kindness was not rewarded, and she said angrily, "You only care about eating. Be careful not to get a beer belly, or all your sisters will dump you."
Wen Liang didn't want to dwell on this topic, so he stood up, laughed, and said, "Our relationship is a pure one between a man and a woman, it's not as complicated as you think. Sister, this is China, even holding hands will be criticized, okay?"
Ning Xi was too lazy to pay attention to him. She took off her coat and lay down on the sofa. However, Wen Liang was the only exception. It was not that his self-control surpassed the instinct of men, but because he knew that Ning Xi was just teasing him.
On the eve of leaving for Beijing, in the bedroom that was destined to become a permanent memory between the two of them, there was a girl who was enough to captivate everyone lying on the bed, opening her heart to him and allowing him to have whatever he wanted. But in the end, Wen Liang resolutely turned around and left.
If it were any ordinary girl, she would not say that she would never see him again, or at least give him the cold shoulder for a while. But Ning Xi was not an ordinary girl after all. She was talented and smart. She understood Wen Liang's difficulties and admired his determination. She liked his calmness and decision-making when facing temptation. But a girl's self-esteem was sometimes unreasonable. If she didn't move back to this city, she would always feel a little uncomfortable in her heart, questioning her own charm and undermining her confidence.
Therefore, Wen Liang has the obligation to help her fulfill her wish of revenge. No man would refuse such a way of revenge!
Ning Xi rolled her eyes at him coquettishly and said, "Are you coming or not?"
Wen Liang laughed and slowly lowered his head until he was within earshot. Only then did he stop and look at Ning Xi up close, and then he knew what it meant to be flawless and perfect. She was not like some people who had too much makeup on and turned into a demon after removing it, nor was she like some people whose skin was too rough and whose pores were so big that a hippo could fit in them after getting closer. Ning Xi's beauty lay in her impeccable details and her natural beauty as a whole.
This kind of beauty, which blends classical oriental and modern western styles, is different from other girls around Wen Liang and has her own unique temperament and connotation.
"Don't worry, it's coming..."
Wen Liang pretended to lean over, Ning Xi chuckled, and slid down slowly, running to the other side of the sofa like a fish. She proudly twisted up a few strands of hair and said, "No more waiting after the deadline. Please come earlier next time."
It turns out there will be a next time. Wen Liang laughed in his heart, but his face was full of regret. He patted his cheek lightly and went upstairs dejectedly, leaving Ning Xi alone laughing.
Ning Xi knew that Wen Liang was just acting, but with a man like him willing to act with her, what else could she ask for
He slept until seven in the evening. When he opened his eyes, it was already pitch black outside the window. Wen Liang, sleepily dressed in his pajamas, opened the door and went downstairs. Before he even reached the hall, he suddenly heard Ning Xi's voice: "Senior Sister, that's about it. You can consider it. But in my opinion, this case is very feasible. Although the bid is not large, it has very important strategic significance to you, McKinsey..."
Then a very mature and steady voice said, "It is worth doing it. I have no objection to that. But... Xiao Xi, you know me. I say what I mean. Please don't mind if there is anything wrong."
Ning Xi smiled and said, "It's only been a year or two, but you've already become a strong woman in the business world. Of course, the first prerequisite for cooperation is mutual trust. Just tell me, it's okay."
"Then I won't be polite, Xiao Xi. You see opportunities, but I see risks, which are unpredictable."
"How can you say this? It's just a waste of talent for you, a new factory with negative assets..."
Wen Liang walked down the spiral staircase and happened to see a graceful silhouette with neat short hair that showed her capableness. Hearing this, he shook his head and smiled, "Xiao Xi, you just said that we should trust each other. If this continues, I will really doubt your sincerity. Let's not talk about the risks of OPM. The political risks hidden in this case alone are enough for us to reject it at the meeting."
"Coming to this country with a 5,000-year-old official culture, no foreign consulting company can grow and develop without participating in politics. Manager Hua, is that right?"
The man turned around in surprise. Yes, it was that familiar face, but she was younger and prettier than he remembered. You know, when Wen Liang first saw her in his previous life, Hua Zhitiao, who had become a McKinsey partner and general manager of the Beijing branch in Greater China, was already a beautiful woman in her thirties, charming and graceful.
When Wen Liang learned the name of her senior sister from Ning Xi, he was stunned for a long time. This world is big, but it is too small.
Ning Xi breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and came over, smiling, "Great, you finally woke up. Sister Hua has been here for a while. If you don't come down, I'm afraid she will leave in anger."
She and Hua Zhitiao were too familiar with each other, so many of their negotiation tactics were ineffective. It was just the right time to calm down and resolve the urgent situation.
It’s better to leave the matter of fooling people to professionals!
Hua Zhishao also stood up and said with a smile, "This must be Mr. Wen that Xiaoxi keeps mentioning. You are the first person I know of who can be praised by our most famous genius and beautiful girl in Wharton."
Wen Liang sat casually on the sofa opposite, as if he was not wearing pajamas but the most luxurious dress in the world. He chuckled and said, "Since you are Ning Xi's senior sister, you are also my senior sister. Don't be polite. Look at my dress. It's impolite to treat guests. Only when you are with friends can you be frank. Don't call me Mr. Wen or not. Just call me Wen Liang."
Hua Zhishao smiled slightly and said, "Clothes are just a form. It's fine as long as they are comfortable to wear. Just like our cooperation, the form is not important. The key is to make both parties feel comfortable. Intentionally concealing and avoiding possible risks is not the principle of cooperation."
Hua Zhitiao's sharp words and unflinching edge were one of the magic weapons that made her famous in all walks of life in the capital. Wen Liang had a lot of headaches when dealing with her in the past.
"But what I see is that there are huge benefits hidden under extremely low risks. Xinxing Factory has always been a burden to He Xihua and a big stain on his political achievements. As long as the acquisition of Xinxing Factory is successful, it will not only enhance your personal qualifications, but also be the first step for McKinsey to expand the Jiangdong market. In this way, you will gain the friendship of He Xihua, and the benefits you will gain cannot be measured by superficial numbers... Have you thought about these, Senior Sister?"
Hua Zhitiao did not comment, but raised his eyebrows and said, "But what about Gu Shitong? As far as I know, this person has great power and connections in Jiangdong. My project team just submitted a report to him, asking him to give up the acquisition of Xinxing Factory and turn around to help another company to acquire it. Will it cause any unnecessary misunderstandings?"
Wen Liang almost vomited blood. I was the one who came up with this idea for you, and now you are using it as an excuse. You are really cunning.
"Gu Shitong wants to take over Xinxing to merge with Qinghua Plant, and he has no intention towards Xinxing itself. We are really committed to the chemical industry, so there is no conflict. I believe that with Mr. Gu's broad mind, he should be able to understand... Okay, I know what you are going to say. McKinsey has a confidentiality agreement, right? The project team serving a specific client cannot serve the client's competitors within two years. Don't worry about this. Minghua Group and I are not competitors..."
They are indeed not opponents, we are enemies!
(Rabindranath Tagore - When you commanded me to sing, my heart seemed to burst with pride, I looked up at your face, tears welled up in my eyes.
In my socket.
All the bitterness and contradictions in my life melted into a sweet harmony—
My praise is like a joyful bird, fluttering its wings across the ocean.
I know you enjoy my singing. I know it is only because I am a singer that I can come before you.
With the outstretched wings of my song I have touched your feet, which I never dared to hope to touch.
Intoxicated by the song, I forgot myself. You were my master, but I called you my friend.
I know not how thou singest, my lord! I always listen in wonder.
The radiance of your music illuminates the world. The breath of your music permeates the heavens.
The holy spring of thy music rushes forward, breaking through all the rocks that stand in its way.
My heart longs to sing with you, but I can't make a sound. I want to speak, but words can't make a song. I call
Oh, you have made my heart a prisoner in the vast net of your music, my master!
Please allow me to slack off for a while and sit beside you. I will finish the work at hand later.
Without your presence, my heart knows no peace or repose, and my work becomes an endless sea of toil.
Endless toil in the.
Today, the heat of summer came to my window and whispered: The bees are singing and playing in the palace of flowers and trees. (To be continued)