Chapter 588 Master Yan?

Chapter 588 Master Yan?

Sang Yi reluctantly took his bodyguards and left the border factory.

Even though he was far away from the scope of the factory, he kept looking back in the back seat.

Sister Qiao actually returned to the border after a three-year absence. It is estimated that various forces will cause an uproar.

...

Ten minutes later, the atmosphere in the conference room was a little stagnant.

Li San sat at the top, and Nan Qiao sat on his left, both of them paid attention to Li Qiao.

Achang was very calm, and stood at the door as a tool man.

Luo Yu straddled her hands behind her back, staring ahead, with a calm expression, except for her eyes that were floating.

"Qiaoqiao, when did you know Sang Yi?"

That is not a merciful master, he is most used to giving you a knife while talking and laughing.

A master of stabbing in the back.

Li Qiao leaned sideways on the chair and thought about it thoughtfully, "Five years ago."

Li San's serious expression gradually showed signs of cracking.

Five years ago, wasn't that the time when Sang Yi first came to talk about cooperation in purchasing parts?

He wanted to ask a few more questions, but Li Qiao didn't give him this chance, and bluntly asked him to draw up contracts and agreements as soon as possible.

Li San frowned, and glanced at Nan Yu beside him, both of them had the same worry, "This Sang Yi is only interested in profit, are you sure he won't betray you again?"

"No." Li Qiao's words resounded loudly.

"Okay, I'll ask someone to sign the contract as soon as possible."

...

Time flies, the next day in a blink of an eye.

Nanyu unexpectedly received an email to discuss cooperation.

The content of the email is very formal, and I want to reach a long-term cooperation with the border factory, and clearly stated that the price is not a problem.

Signature: Mr Wei

When Nan Hao told Li San the content of the email, he thought for a moment, "Have you checked the other party's details?"

"The email uses anti-tracking encryption, and our information network has not found his email address yet."

Li San lit a cigarette, looked at Nan Qiao's cheek, "What company are they?"

"It is also a similar military factory. They say they want to work together to create new accessories. If we are willing to cooperate, their boss will come to negotiate in person."

Things are a bit abnormal, but wealth and wealth are in danger.

Li San licked the corner of his mouth, and made a final decision, "Make an appointment to meet, set a time to inform, and let Amu and the others prepare in secret by the way."

It has also happened before that the partner came to the door, but a fight broke out in the end.

Now it's an eventful time, and he has to guard against it.

...

While Nan Hao and Li San were rushing about the factory, Li Qiao drove alone to the border city of Fei at one o'clock in the night.

At three o'clock in the night, it was still the same food street and fried rice stall. She was wearing a black fisherman's hat and a mask, squinting at the man beside her, tapping the table rhythmically with her fingers.

"You're here."

Li Qiao lowered the brim of her hat and spread her hands, "Give me something."

The other party was the boss of Yanmeng who sold fried rice, Bai Yan.

Hearing the sound, Bai Yan raised his head and took a few sips of beer, the liquid dripped down his chin onto the black vest on his chest, then he put down the bottle, opened his mouth and asked, "How old am I?"

Li Qiao answered very annoyed, "It's less than forty."

Bai Yan: "..."

He ground his teeth and paused every word, "I am twenty-nine this year."

"That's really less than forty." Li Qiao raised her eyebrows, very confident.

Bai Yan held his breath in his chest, unable to get up or down.

For a long time, he wiped his face and digested the urge to beat her.

After a while, Bai Yan got up and walked to the fried rice stand, rummaged through the cabinet for a long time, finally took out a golden document and a palm-sized box, returned to the table and threw it to Li Qiao, "Don't lose the medal .”

Li Qiao opened it and took a look, the red lips under the mask curled into a slight smile.

She closed the box, took the documents and was about to get up and leave, but before Bai Yan could ask to stay, she paused, "Give me a copy of Yanmeng's property catalogue."

After Bai Yan was surprised, his face showed joy, "I heard from M that you plan to enter the financial field?"

"I have this idea." Li Qiao stroked the small box, her exposed eyes were as black as ink, "The development speed of Yanmeng has been too lagging in the past few years, so give me the industry catalog, and don't worry about the rest."

Bai Yan smiled softly, "Okay, then do I need to call the others back so you can meet?"

"No need." Li Qiao stared at a certain place, curled her lips and said, "Only you and Xi Luo know me in Yanmeng, I don't see the others."

Bai Yan curled his lips and muttered something, but Li Qiao didn't catch it.

The two chatted briefly, and Li Qiao took her things and left Feicheng.

Bai Yan looked at the taillights of the black off-road vehicle, narrowing his cold eyes thoughtfully. This kid suddenly wants the title of British Emperor and the industrial catalog of Yanmeng. What does she want to do?

...

At six o'clock in the morning, Li Qiao returned to the border factory.

She didn't sleep all night, walked into the dormitory sleepily, and fell asleep.

As noon approached, the atmosphere in the factory became extremely tense and serious.

Many of Li San's subordinates were patrolling the surrounding area, always paying attention to the movements at the gate.

At 12:10 noon, three black commercial vehicles arrived in front of the factory.

At this time, Li Qiao was still sleeping.

Today, the Mr. Wei who took the initiative to discuss cooperation came in person.

In the reception hall, Li San and ten of his subordinates were waiting in formation, while Nan Hao stood outside the door and waited.

The origin of the other party is unknown, and the timing of the cooperation is so weird. In fact, no one believes in the good news of a pie in the sky.

If the visitors are not kind, they will not even think about leaving the factory today.

Not long after, three cars stopped in front of the reception hall under the guidance of the bodyguards at the intersection.

With a polite smile on Nan Yu's face, he looked at the automatic door that was gradually opening, and when he stepped forward to meet him, he saw a man in his twenties and eighteen bowed out from inside.

She called tentatively, "Mr. Wei?"

The other party stood sideways at the door, nodded and smiled at her, "Hello, Miss Nan."

Nan Yu suddenly became alert: "??"

Before she declared her family name, this person already knew her name. It seemed that she had done her homework.

Nan Hao suppressed his guard and was ready to shake hands with the other party, but Mr. Wei bowed slightly to the inside of the carriage and said bluntly: "Master, we are here."

Lord?

Nan Hao moved his feet slightly, tilted his head and glanced into the carriage.

I saw a tall and tall black figure walking down with his head bowed halfway. He stood still and raised his head. That handsome and familiar face caused three super big question marks to appear above Nan Yu's head.

It wasn't until the man came in front of him that Nan Hao found his voice and shouted mechanically, "Yan, Lord?"

Why did Master Yan appear here?

Isn't it Mr. Wei who is talking about cooperation?

What is this operation? Does Qiaoqiao know?

At this time, Shang Yu looked at Nan Yu with a stern face, his thin lips slightly hooked, handsome and seductive.

As for Mr. Wei, he is the person in charge of the Pama Military Factory, Ertang Wei Lang.