"It turns out that when you have kindness..." Song Lin muttered in a daze, but soon, he recovered the inadvertent melancholy, "Don't mention Shen Hun, I have other things to do with you."
After a brief pause, he added: "Business."
Shen Qian nodded, "Go to the rooftop and say."
The moonlight is bleak, the stars are shining, and the top floor of Huanlang Club, the night breeze envelops a trace of bleakness, passing by the ears, "woola".
"What's the matter?" Shen Qian said lightly while holding the cigarette.
"I know that Tianshui Real Estate is also competing for the Jufeng Group's'high-end shrimp and crab OEM export to Europe' project. Ma Xiangqian is very cunning, and only admits that he uses technology and brand to buy shares and requires 90% of the financial support. This alone is enough. Scared away most of those who intend to cooperate."
Shen Qian took a mouthful of cigarettes, "You continue."
Song Lin looked at the night in the distance, and saw thousands of lights and colorful neon lights: "Looking at Ningcheng, there are not a few companies that have the strength to take over this project, but as long as they can take it, they are all leaders in their fields and competition will be equal Fierce. MT Finance has already included this project as an important strategy for the second half of the year. Although it has not yet been negotiated, it is already determined."
"What on earth are you trying to say?" Shen Qian interrupted him, staring at him in a blink of an eye, as if he could see through everything.
"The board of directors handed me the responsibility of the project. If it's done, Songgan will get out; if it's not, I will leave.
Song Qian, the young master of the Song family, the only son of Song Yuanshan and his original wife Fang Yaqin, the current president of MT Finance, and Song Lin have reached the point of becoming a fire. Especially in the past two years, Song Rin's growth rate exceeded everyone's expectations, Song Gan was completely panicked, and often caused some infamous little hands to suppress this half-brother.
In order to get the right to take charge of the project, and Song Gan was on the sidelines to help, Song Rin had to place a military order in front of the directors.
He and Song Gan have been fighting for so many years, and the success or failure depends on this!
Shen Qian dusted the soot, "What do you want me to do?"
"If you can, I hope that Tianshui and Mingda will withdraw from the competition. If not, please confront me with integrity."
That's why Song Lin came to see Shen Qian with his cheeks today!
As long as Tianshui withdrew from the father and son soldiers, Mingda would not continue to struggle. With the two most powerful opponents missing, Song Rin is ninety-nine percent sure to win the project. As for other potential competitors, he has his own way to deal with it.
If there was no such thing as the Hot Spring Villa, Song Lin believed that Shen Qian would definitely agree based on the friendship between the two, but now... His nose was still tingling, so he punched so hard, it was useless, and it scored eight or nine points.
After seeing his defense of Shen Hun, Song Lin's heart sank straight to the bottom, so he had to retreat and demand fair competition.
Shen Qian is great, yes, but Song Lin might not lose.
"Promise? Mr. Shen."
The wind blows, the coolness strikes, and the eyes are facing each other, one plain, one solitary.
No one spoke again.
One second.
Two seconds.
…
Ten seconds.
Shen Qian: "Okay, I promise you to withdraw from the competition, and you will treat it as... all these years of brotherhood."
The goal was achieved, it should be worthy of joy, but Song Rin couldn't laugh, bitterness filled his chest, and an inexplicable sense of powerlessness filled his body, making him faltered, "...Thank you."
The tail sound was blown away by the wind, floating in the air, inaudible.
…
He Huai lost his car and left the clubhouse, forced to take a taxi home.
Just sitting down, the phone rang.