Chapter 1796: Dog Food, Goodwill, Expired Request (2)
Chapter 1796: Dog Food, Goodwill, Expired Request (2)
If he wants a project, and if they also want it, it will inevitably be a fierce battle, and there’s no reason to exit halfway.
Zeyan was puzzled:
Analyze the situation, just analyze properly, why attack him for having no brains!
All these years, they’ve really not changed at all.
"So you’re saying Fu Chen handed over two projects to us willingly? What’s he after? We’ve never had any connection, no relations, no reason, I really can’t figure out what he’s up to?" Zeyan shrugged, "As long as there’s money to be made, why bother overthinking?"
"Moreover, even if the Fu Family has problems with their capital chain or other issues, it’s impossible for us to know. It’s certainly tightly concealed."
"You’re just being overly cautious, thinking too much. Anyway, they voluntarily exited, and we took the project openly and honestly. Besides, even if he didn’t exit, we have the capability to secure the contract."
Zeyan, unlike Jiang Jinsang, doesn’t like to overthink things; it’s too tiring.
"I always feel Fu Chen did it on purpose. In the past, we fought fiercely over projects, but this time, it feels more like he’s extending a friendly gesture."
Though they don’t have business dealings, being in the same business circle inevitably leads to competition.
When two tigers meet, there must be a contest. Over the years, there have been numerous clashes in the market.
"A friendly gesture?" Zeyan snickered lightly, "Aren’t you overthinking? What kind of person is Fu Chen anyway? He’s lacking nothing, not seeking anything from us, why would he extend a friendly gesture to us?"
"Zeyan." At this time, Ruan Mengxi interrupted their conversation, "Make a call to Zhiyi, ask her to come home quickly. She’s probably out there having way too much fun."
Zeyan nodded, agreeing, and took out his phone to call his daughter.
...
At that moment, Zhiyi was at a hotel with a group of friends for a class reunion. After dinner, they chatted together. When girls gather, there’s always an endless supply of topics. This caused a delay, but when her father’s call came, everyone was already packing up their things and leaving the room.
"Hey, Dad—" Zhiyi answered the call.
Many of her friends, seeing her on the phone, gathered their things and left first.
"Still not done with the class reunion?"
"It’s finished, I’m planning to head home."
"Mutang and the others are at our house, come back soon."
"Got it." When Zhiyi ended the call, the private room was already empty, and the hotel’s cleaning staff had come in to tidy up. Zhiyi put on her down jacket, donned her mask, and slung her bag over her shoulder to leave.
"Miss, wait a moment." The cleaner stopped her.
Zhiyi turned her head, and the person handed over a mobile, "Someone left their phone behind, could you check if it’s your friend’s?"
Zhiyi glanced at it, she recognized the phone case, "Thank you, it’s my friend’s, I’ll return it to her right away."
"You’re welcome, tell your friend to be more careful next time, it fell into the sofa seam."
"Thanks." Holding the mobile, Zhiyi hurried out of the hotel, where a group of her friends was waiting at the entrance for her.
"Zhiyi, you’re so slow, we’re planning to go shopping, do you want to come along?"
"Where’s Nuonuo? She left her phone in the private room." The Nuonuo she referred to was the phone’s owner.
"Oh, her brother came to pick her up, the car’s still here, hasn’t left yet." A few of them pointed to a black SUV not far away.
Nuonuo, actually named Duan Yinuo, is a lively girl who occasionally loses things. Her friends weren’t surprised at all by her losing her phone.
Zhiyi ran towards the car quickly, fearing it would leave, and upon reaching its side, she urgently tapped the window.
The window rolled down, and the person in the driver’s seat seemed to be scrutinizing her.
"Sorry." Zhiyi slightly pulled down her mask, having run too fast, breathing heavily and exhaling white mist. Her face, slightly flushed, was concealed behind the mask; she wore a white down jacket with a hood trimmed with white fur. Her gentle long curls made her appear very soft.
The person in the driver’s seat gently rubbed the steering wheel with his fingers.
A dark light flashed in his eyes, as if in thought.
With the window down and cold wind blowing in, it seemed he caught a faint fragrance from her.
"Nuonuo, you left your phone in the private room." She held the phone and gestured towards the back.
Sitting in the back seat, Duan Yinuo finally came to her senses and leaned over hastily, "My brother was rushing me earlier, I left too quickly, thank you."
The car was an SUV, offering ample room inside; Zhiyi pursed her lips, reaching to hand the phone over; her friend was in the back seat, so Zhiyi had to stretch her arm a bit further in.
Even though the person in the driver’s seat was pressed against the backrest, in winter, everyone’s clothing could inevitably brush against each other.
This made Zhiyi feel somewhat awkward, but she managed to hand the phone over, finally breathing a sigh of relief.
"Thank you so much, otherwise I would have had to come back to look for it." The girl in the rear looked over at Zhiyi, leaning on the seatback, "Dear, I’ll treat you to dinner tomorrow, I love you the most..."
Zhiyi, whose temperament is different, isn’t as outgoing and enthusiastic as her friends, "No need for dinner, you’re in a hurry, go ahead, let’s chat later."
"Then I’ll treat you to milk tea next time." Duan Yinuo waved at her.
Zhiyi stood outside, waved back, nodded at the others inside the car, and ran off; she was pressed for time herself and needed to head home. She didn’t notice the driver kept watching her.
Until she joined her friends, did the driver roll the window up.
As the car drove past the group of girls, he seemed to ask casually, "Are those all your friends? I don’t seem to recognize the one who just gave you the phone."
"I have so many friends; how could you recognize every one?" Duan Yinuo said as she held the phone. She loved socializing, was pleasant, and had plenty of friends.
A while later, she seemingly remembered something suddenly, "But, brother, you should know her? You two once interacted."
"Hmm?"
What did she mean?
"I once tried to introduce her to you as your girlfriend. I begged and begged, and finally forced her to add you on WeChat, but you didn’t accept, which was so awkward."
"This is what you call interaction?" The driver seemed speechless.
"If you accepted the friend request at that time, wouldn’t you have started interacting? If you don’t act, I can’t make my friend act all the time, especially since she’s a girl and is rather shy. Anyway, she has plenty of admirers, many with better conditions than you."
It’s common for siblings to find faults in each other, and she did think her brother wasn’t all that great.
When they stopped at a red light, the driver picked up his phone, seemingly casually scrolling through WeChat. Indeed, there was a friend request.
From a long time ago, and...
System prompt:
[Friend request expired]
...
On her way home, Zhiyi was aware of guests at home. Passing by a dessert shop, she specially packed some after-dinner treats to take home. As she was paying, her phone vibrated.
A message from Duan Yinuo:
[Dear, thank you for fetching my phone, I’ll treat you to dinner another day.]
Zhiyi smiled, for good friends, nothing needs to be formal, [There’s no need.]
[It’s a must, it’s settled then, no backing out.]
The other party didn’t give her a chance to refuse.
Zhiyi understood her friend’s way of doing things, knowing she wouldn’t let her refuse, so she agreed, [We’ll schedule another time.]
[Okay.]
Little did Zhiyi know that this meal from her friend wouldn’t be so easy to have.