Three Hundred and Seventy-Two, the Temperature of a Bowl of Duck Blood Vermicelli Soup (Thank You, the Leader of ☆Ye Feng☆)

"I will satisfy your request no matter how many times."

Chen Hansheng walked out of the car with a smile and gave Zheng Guanti a gentle hug, but his hands and feet were very clean, giving him warmth like a real best friend.

The nose smelled the fragrance of Zheng Guanti's hair, and the cold wind rushed through the neck and into the body, making it chilly.

"Welcome back, princess in distress."

"Thank you for coming to pick me up, Chen Scumbag."

"Let's go."

Chen Hansheng helped her open Xiaoxiali's passenger seat and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Zheng Guanti asked back: "I want to eat hot duck blood vermicelli, fried buns, and mutton skewers. Do you have any?"

Chen Hansheng said nothing, but pointed at the time on the dashboard - 2:40 a.m., then turned on the accelerator and left Lukou Airport.

What he meant was that there was a midnight snack after ordering this.

Zheng Guanti smiled indifferently and watched the brightly lit Lukou Airport gradually disappear. The highway was very quiet, with only the dim street lights and the high-end cars that passed Xiali with a "swoosh" from time to time.

"It shouldn't be a problem for you to buy a low-end Mercedes-Benz and BMW now."

Zheng Guanti couldn't help but said that she drove a sports car, and this kind of Xia Li was really almost as fast as a turtle.

"Are you paying for it?"

Chen Hansheng glanced at her: "I still have a rich woman in Hong Kong to introduce me, but I don't want to work hard anymore."

"This request is made too late."

Zheng Guanti sighed: "You didn't tell me when I was in Hong Kong, but now I have returned to the mainland, and part of my assets has been divided. Don't call me for any activities that cost more than 50 yuan in the future."

"Hahaha."

Chen Hansheng laughed loudly. There was no traffic jam in the middle of the night, and he soon returned to Dongshan Town, Jiangling District. Zheng Guanti looked at the familiar streets outside the car window and asked in silence for a while: "Why don't you ask the reason?"

"Let's eat first, and then we'll talk after you finish eating."

Chen Hansheng raised his chin,

There is actually a duck blood vermicelli shop open in front, which is very conspicuous among the rows of dark stalls, especially the light box with "Jianye Special Duck Blood Vermicelli" is even more eye-catching.

Zheng Guanti was very happy: "I didn't expect that there is still a store open at 3:30 in the middle of the night. This is a great blessing."

The two walked into this ordinary duck blood vermicelli shop. The owner was a simple middle-aged couple. They sat and guarded the shop. When they saw Chen Hansheng and Zheng Guanti walking over, they immediately stood up and gave up their seats.

Chen Hansheng snapped his fingers: "Two bowls of duck blood and vermicelli soup, and any other specialties, hurry up."

Zheng Guanti was a little surprised: "In addition to soup noodles, what else can be found in a duck blood vermicelli shop?"

But what surprised her was that there were quite a few specialty items, including fried dumplings, soup dumplings, mutton skewers, dry shredded boiled noodles, and other Jianye-specific street snacks. They were all served, and they were still steaming. .

Zheng Guanti looked at it for a while and said, "Boss, do you still do this at home?"

“Don’t do it.

The middle-aged woman wiped her hands with her apron and said to Chen Hansheng, "Can I say something, young man?"

Chen Hansheng smiled and said, "Just tell me."

"Originally, our store was going to close at 11 a.m., and this young man came in with these food and gave us 300 yuan to close the store later."

The middle-aged woman was smiling: "The young man said that a friend got off the plane in the middle of the night. She has been having a hard time recently. She must miss the duck blood fans in Jianye..."

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Chen Hansheng didn't expect that the aunt at the Duck Blood Vermicelli Shop had such a good memory. After answering Zheng Guanti's call in the dormitory, he recalled the faint melancholy in her tone and wanted to give him some comfort from his "best friend".

So what method should be used? Zheng Guanti won't like flowers and chocolates. This is a trick to deal with Xiao Yu'er.

Chen Hansheng immediately thought that Zheng Guanti often had late-night snacks with him in the past. The taste in Hong Kong was relatively bland and the family rules were quite strict, so she probably rarely ate street food.

So Chen Hansheng drove from house to house and asked which house was willing to wait all night.

The owner of this duck blood vermicelli shop was not happy at first, but the wife immediately agreed. Chen Hansheng took out another 300 yuan, and now the boss agreed.

"Are you so moved that you want to cry?"

Chen Hansheng looked at Zheng Guanti.

"It was quite touching."

Zheng Guandi said with a smile: "But you are too arrogant, so I won't express it at all, and you must be able to seduce other girls with your methods."

"Really very few."

Chen Hansheng said honestly: "The one from Dongda University is often used, but the one from Finance Academy is too stupid. She may not understand it even if she uses it."

"oh."

Zheng Guanti nodded, but she did not respond. The shop gradually became quiet, except for the sound of the soup inside Zheng Guanti's soup dumplings slurping out with a "plop" sound.

Chen Hansheng had actually had dinner, but he just felt that Zheng Guanti had no appetite to eat alone, so he ate a bowl of duck blood vermicelli with him, then took out a cigarette and threw one to the shop owner, while he smoked silently.

At 4 o'clock, the cleaning workers had already gotten up. They walked in groups on the empty streets and curiously looked at the duck blood vermicelli shop that had stayed up all night.

Zheng Guanti wiped his mouth after eating, took two sips of hot strong tea, and suddenly said: "My family took away 30% of the New Century Electronics Factory shares, and I only have 70% left."

Chen Hansheng said nothing, flicked the ashes of his cigarette with an expressionless face, and listened to Zheng Guanti continue to speak.

"I am an unpopular daughter of a third house, and I am not the first wife. Someone in the second house has failed to invest in Southeast Asia, so I can only make up the difference from other places. I am a soft persimmon in everyone's eyes, so I can only start from here. "

Zheng Guanti held the teacup in her white hands and hovered it. Her fingers were long and beautiful, and she looked full of energy.

"Fortunately, I still have a controlling interest."

Zheng Guanti sighed.

She meant that without a controlling stake, the factory would not be stable.

"Fortunately, we still have a controlling interest."

Chen Hansheng cleared his throat and seemed to repeat himself, but the sentence was broken in different places and the tone was different, resulting in a completely different meaning.

Zheng Guandi lived a carefree life and often tidied his office for a long time, but he was particularly sensitive to business matters. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Chen Hansheng.

The young "conspirator" in front of me sent all the die-hards in the factory abroad with a single plane ticket.

Chen Hansheng was a little impatient at being stared at: "What the hell are you staring at me for? Do you have any other information? Tell me everything so I can make a judgment and analysis."

"some."

It was rare that Zheng Guanti did not argue with Chen Hansheng this time: "The reason for taking the second wife away is that I will get married sooner or later. Rather than giving these to outsiders for nothing, it is better to keep them in the Zheng family."

"That's all, what do you think?"

"What do I think?"

Chen Hansheng grinned: "30% is obviously the first step. After a few more years of encroachment, 70% will no longer belong to you sooner or later. Make plans early."

"Then what will you do?"

Zheng Guanti obviously also knew that she wanted to hear Chen Hansheng's opinion.

"In my opinion, it's just a matter of just watching the excitement. Others will be in the first grade of junior high school, and I will be in the fifteenth grade. Whoever is a coward is the dog."

Chen Hansheng said: "There is a kind of capital operation called shelling, which is to direct the core technology, elite human resources, and sales channels of the New Century Electronics Factory to a new factory while you are in charge, leaving behind a pile of mess and the old factory. Give the weak and sick to others.”

"At that time, the new factory did not have many constraints. If we then engage in business that keeps pace with the times, it would not be easy to travel lightly..."

"Ouch."

Zheng Guandi listened so engrossed that she accidentally tilted her tea cup and realized that the hot water dripped onto her wrist. She did not expect that what Chen Hansheng provided her was a desperate plan.

"This is the best way, and it also relieves anger."

Chen Hansheng spread his hands: "If it were me, I would definitely use it."

"Your approach, let alone severing ties with Hong Kong, is actually flawed."

Zheng Guanti was very smart. She thought about it and said: "Funds are a big problem. The production line of the new factory will cost at least tens of millions. My money must not be touched. If I do, I will be discovered. Who can borrow it with confidence?" Give me tens of millions?"

Chen Hansheng stared at her for a long time, then patted his butt and stood up to leave the shop: "The pie may fall from the sky, but if you don't do it, you will definitely have nothing in the end."

At the gate of New Century Electronics Factory, Chen Hansheng said to Zheng Guanti, who was in the passenger seat: "Don't think too much about it yet. At least until you return to Hong Kong next year, your equity is still safe."

"Um."

Zheng Guanti nodded. Before getting off the car, she suddenly turned sideways and stretched out her arms to hug Chen Hansheng: "Scumbag, thank you for the duck blood vermicelli soup. It warms my heart."

"Is it true or false? Can I touch it to confirm?"

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