489 Don't Mess With Women

"But we want to talk about life and enjoyment..." Qian Caiwang subconsciously looked at Cong Nianwei, he didn't realize that Cong Nianwei was so beautiful now, he only clicked his tongue twice, pinched his little finger with his thumb, and only showed a gap between his nails Distance: "Then you are this one! It's a shame!"

"You talk about you, nothing else. As far as you are concerned, just this face and this figure, what kind of woman do you want? Up to a lady in her thirties who still has a charm, down to fourteen or five years old A young girl who has just begun to fall in love."

"As long as you open your mouth, you can go from Long Island to Wall Street, not to mention these occupations you are engaged in."

"The modeling industry with a good figure, the film and television industry with a good plan, and the last thing is a Wall Street elite. That female employee will wink at any time while lying on the table!"

"You just turned a blind eye to a tree, Paji! Hanged!"

"Don't say it's not your legendary girlfriend who swallows clouds and blows clouds and turns clouds and rains. If you say that you love only one person with no regrets, no one will believe it!"

Qin Guan wanted to laugh more and more about Qian Caiwang's words, but Cong Nianwei raised her eyebrows four or five times. She was planning to follow the other party's mind and show him what thunder, rain and dew are all about Jun's kindness. A person ran out of the office just now.

"Ouba, why are you here? People are so boring inside, Oppa!" The Korean girl who had no plastic surgery except her eyeballs rushed out.

But she ran out and glanced around the scene, and within a dozen seconds, the voice of the coquettish words changed.

"Ouba oh oh, Qin Guan Ouba! It's Qin Guan Ouba, I like you so much..." The girl shamelessly planned to throw herself on Qin Guan.

Beside him was Qian Caiwang, who was full of confidence in his own analysis, who was afraid that the world would not be chaotic: "What did I say? Look at these little butterflies. As the envy of everyone, they should live like me."

It's a pity that his words stopped abruptly immediately, because Qin Guan didn't even listen to his nonsense, as if there was no one else around him, he turned around and walked away with his arms around Cong Nianwei.

As for the Korean girl who came with her family, she didn't expect that the other party would throw herself into her arms without taking a hug. Qin Guan's flash made her almost fall to the ground.

"Hehe." Qu Xuemei threw down a taunt, and with a chic twist on the high heels, Shi Shiran disappeared before the eyes of these two weirdos.

A few unintelligible conversations floated indistinctly in the distance.

"Qin Guan?"

"Um?"

"Have I blocked your chic life?"

"No, how can I? Can those stud scumbags compare with me?"

"Then I'm going to kick your admirer out this afternoon..."

"Kick it casually, can I help you? I'm afraid your feet will hurt..."

Hehe, this dog leg is strong.

After lunch, the Korean beauty was satisfied with a brand-name bag in her hand, but Qian Wangcai, who returned to the meeting room, felt the deep resentment from her peers.

The men with glasses around him all looked at him with gloomy, cold and vicious eyes, and after the official opening of the bid, this phenomenon became more serious.

In fact, there are quite a few companies that have merged the design and construction parties this time, but there are not many local tyrants like Qian Wangcai. When the profit ratio of the same period is too low, ordinary design and construction companies will not undertake this project. .

The reason why Qian Wangcai took this project as a foothold for the company's rise was because of the influence of Woodberry, an architectural landmark, in New York.

And the undertaking of a well-known landmark city construction project. It will bring unforeseen huge prestige and benefits to a company.

And after the bidding meeting started, he suddenly discovered that this matter could not be done with money alone.

His design director just took out the design drawings of their company, and before he even started talking about the design concept, accusations came from all directions.

"Such a design would add 20% to the expected cost!"

"The so-called architectural use of the latest materials here is unnecessary."

"The design concept is too conservative and does not match Woodberry's fashion style..."

It was a common accusation, and Qian Caiwang didn't realize it until Cong Nianwei's university team teamed up with another New York construction company known for its high quality and low price to jointly bid.

I was targeted by Cong Nianwei.

Woodberry's contractor was very happy. The whole room was full of competition, and the one-stop service that was finally confirmed was actually a whole lot less than the original expected price.

At this time, Qian Caiwang watched the development of events in the room dumbfounded from his seat. His company's design proposal was completely rejected from the very beginning, and he completely lost the qualification to compete.

Now he was holding a lot of US dollars in his arms, looking at others helplessly, and took over the project contract.

And it wasn't until this time that Qian Caiwang realized how powerful Cong Nianwei was. This was a silent retaliation, a counterattack to Qian Caiwang's Hundred Flowers Theory just now.

Isn’t this nonsense? At first glance, it looks like a scumbag. I haven’t studied the composition of the American design industry.

Every company is composed of professional personnel, and every company's high-level technical personnel or contractors are more or less inextricably linked with the architectural design department.

More than half of the people engaged in the architectural design industry in New York came out of Columbia University. The accumulation of people from generation to generation is a rather terrifying force.

Don't worry about how our different companies fight each other, you, an arrogant half-assed, want to bully our elementary school girl from Columbia University?

You go dreaming!

So when Cong Nianwei took the documents from the person in charge of Woodberry with a smile on her face, and walked out of the reception office with ease, she found Qian Wangcai, who was squatting on the side of the road and able to bend and stretch.

"Big girl! I was wrong! I can't see gold and jade, I'm a cheap mouth!"

And Qin Guan, who had just rushed over after work and planned to go home together, was surprised.

"What's wrong with this man? Isn't he still beaming at noon? Why is it the same as Shuang's eggplant now?"

Cong Nianwei glanced at the pitiful Qian Caiwang who was begging for forgiveness, and sighed: "For the sake of being Chinese, I don't care about it this time, and this time is not an example. But even if you didn't provoke me, your company Can’t accept the bid either.”

"You have the time to ask me, put more attention on your company management, and be more reliable when recruiting people!" (To be continued.)