"Of course it's true. The old man has not been in charge for a long time. Before, it was Ye Minqiu who was in charge. Now the young master has established a firm foothold in the board of directors. His strongest opponent, Gao Liujun, was expelled from the board of directors a long time ago. Now Zhonghuan is definitely controlled by the young master Fu."
Yuan Qinglang sneered: "I am worried about Zhonghuan Group."
My friend was puzzled: "What do you mean? Everyone in our business circle admires Mr. Fu's ability to handle things. He is not someone you can easily mess with. He is very treacherous."
Yuan Qinglang looked contemptuous: "Really? He helped me deal with the Shangri-La Resort before. Do you know what he asked for in return?"
"What?"
"We have a piece of land in the barren land of Xinjiang, and he actually wants that land. What's going on? Does Mr. Fu want to change his career and become a melon farmer selling Hami melons? Hahaha?"
As luck would have it, when Yuan Qinglang said this, Fu Nanli was walking past him with Wen Qiao in his arms. The second young master Yuan's friend's face suddenly changed, and motioned for him to say a few words, but Yuan Qinglang became more and more excited, belittling the eldest young master Fu as worthless.
"Young Master Yuan, don't worry about me." Fu Nanli suddenly spoke up. As arrogant as Yuan Qinglang was just now, he was as cowardly now.
He apologized quickly in embarrassment: "Mr. Fu, I was just joking with my friends, please don't mind."
Fu Nanli put one hand in his trouser pocket, too lazy to even smile and reward: "I have other uses for the land of Second Young Master Yuan. You will know it after a while."
After saying that, she didn't bother to talk to him anymore and walked inside with Wen Qiao in her arms.
Yuan Qinglang was so frightened that he fainted. His friend advised him, "You'd better say less in a place like this. If he hears about it, you'll be in trouble again. There's a grudge between you two."
Although Yuan Qinglang was unhappy, he knew that his friend was telling the truth, so he quickly kept silent.
In the small private room, the person in charge of the wine tasting personally brought over a few bottles of red wine: "Mr. Fu, Miss Wen, please taste these. If you like any, just tell the waiter."
Qin Bei waved his hand and the person in charge left.
Wen Qiao asked him: "So what do you plan to use that piece of land for?"
Fu Nanli's lips curved slightly: "It should be soon. In two or three days, you will know."
Three days later, when Wen Qiao and Fu Nanli were having breakfast, Fu Cheng came back exhausted and dropped a stack of information. "All geological surveys have been done. There is indeed an oil field under the two thousand acres of land. All the procedures and qualifications are ready, and it can be mined immediately."
"Pada", the chopsticks in Wen Qiao's hand fell on the dining table, making a crisp sound.
oilfield
Is it the oil field she understood
So the Yuan family had such a treasure trove, but only used it to grow Hami melons. They used two thousand acres of oil fields to exchange for a resort, which went smoothly. Is there something wrong with his brain
"Oil field, how do you know there is an oil field there?" Wen Qiao was puzzled.
"The Fu family was building a signal tower foundation in a nearby mountain range. One day, a worker accidentally dug up something that looked like oil and told his leader. The information came to me, and I asked someone to investigate. We found that there was a high probability that there was a rich oil field hidden deep in the Yuan family's melon field."
Wen Qiao couldn't help but applaud Fu Nanli. He was able to hide it so well that Yuan Qinglang didn't see any clues and no news leaked out. It can be said that the people under him are absolutely loyal to the Fu family.
(End of this chapter)