"I saw on the news the other day that there were many big developers competing. You are indeed the best."
Fu Nanli closed the lid of the iodine tincture and tilted his head to look at her wound: "Just wipe your face for the next two days, and try not to wash it with water."
Wen Qiao thought, it's not that particular, but she still answered him: "Okay, I understand."
I turned around and saw that the anchor on the news was still talking about the stock trend of Zhongchen Company, so I picked up the remote control and turned off the TV.
Wen Qiao grabbed his arm and said, "Why is it turned off? I still want to watch it."
"Nothing to see, I'll take you back."
An authoritative financial report said that Zhongchen Company won the bid for Nanbin Island, followed by a rumor refutation on the Internet, saying that the First Financial News was lying with open eyes. How could Zhongchen have won the bid before the bidding officially started
But uncontrollably, Zhongchen's stock price soared, and Fu Nanli chose the right timing, with the bidding following closely. If it had been a few days later, perhaps everything would have been different.
As a result, the hot commodity in the eyes of the developers was snatched away by Mr. Fu.
The business world is inherently unpredictable, and there is no business without fraud. It can only be said that they underestimated Mr. Fu, who came from a science and engineering background. They all thought that he would compete step by step, but they did not expect that his scheming was no less than those old foxes in the business world.
In the private room of Xiaotangshan, Fu Cheng took a bottle of red wine and poured him a glass: "Brother, you did a great job on the Nanbin Island project this time. How many people outside hate you so much."
Fu Nanli took the wine glass and took a sip: "This is a big project, do you want to work with me?"
Fu Cheng couldn't help but laugh and said, "Brother, you think too highly of me. I'm in the entertainment industry and I'm not very interested in those things."
Fu Nanli: "You can learn from it. Only when you have a presence in the real economy, e-commerce economy and entertainment industry, will your company be stable."
Fu Cheng waved his hand: "Forget it, it's enough for me to give you a share of the film investment. I'm not a hard worker like you. I like to combine work and rest. Brother, you should do the same. Don't just work all day long."
Fu Nanli smiled and said, "I know."
After Fu Cheng left, Fu Chuan entered Fu Nanli's private room.
He held the wine glass and glanced at Fu Chuan: “Do you think I’m good to Fu Cheng?”
"Always good."
Fu Nanli glanced out the window. As a cold-hearted man, he was the only son, so he was nice to these cousins. However, their kindness became fertilizer for their ambition.
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Central Sound
No one knew where Zhuang Yan got the news, but he knew that the Huaxu Yin Theater was bought by Wen Qiao and his team. Perhaps in the spirit of poverty alleviation, he found Wen Qiao and said that he wanted to set aside a fixed time every week to go to the Huaxu Yin Theater to perform for an hour.
Zhuang Yan is still very well-known in the field of violin. His joining Huaxu Yin Theater will definitely be a great help and increase the popularity and attention of Huaxu Yin Theater.
Wen Qiao rejected his kindness without even thinking about it.
Zhuang Yan was a little angry: "Why? I don't want anything, and I don't need you to do anything to me. I just want to go there and play."
Wen Qiao sorted out his thoughts and said solemnly, "It's like this, because I have a boyfriend. If I agree to your request, my boyfriend will definitely be worried about the outcome, considering that I pursued you before. In order to consider his feelings, I can't let you go to play."
(End of this chapter)