Marrying a powerful man: The third master is wild and untamable

Li Baochun stood up and straightened his suit unnaturally: "I have been traveling abroad for the past two years and have never been back to my hometown. I didn't expect that, Wanmei, you are the boss of the Wenwen brand cotton sweater textile factory."

"I didn't expect that Brother Baochun would now become the young boss of Nanfeng Factory." Shen Xiuwan frowned lightly, "Where is my sister-in-law?"

Li Baochun was silent.

He divorced his first wife.

In the first year when he came to Shanghai to work hard, he was lucky enough to save the daughter of Nanfeng Factory. She fell in love with him at first sight and hoped that he would marry into her family. She also proposed various generous and favorable marriage conditions.

At that time, for the sake of Wanmei, he wanted to become strong as soon as possible. He was so eager for power and wealth that he divorced his original wife and became the son-in-law of Nanfeng Factory.

Now he is indeed rich.

My father-in-law was lying dying in the hospital, and the Nanfeng factory almost had the final say.

As soon as his father-in-law dies, he can take control of the entire factory.

He originally planned to find Shen Xiuwan next year, but he didn't expect to meet her at Paramount.

"I understand..." Shen Xiuwan glanced at his expensive watch and suit, "Brother Baochun must have divorced his sister-in-law and married the daughter of Nanfeng Factory."

"Things are not as simple as you see. I will tell you in detail later." Li Baochun pressed the documents on the table and turned to look at Qian Liang, "Director Qian, I have some personal matters to be busy with today. Signing the contract Let’s continue the matter tomorrow, okay? The things in the suitcase are souvenirs I specially gave to Director Qian, so please remember to bring them with you, Director Qian.”

Qian Liang looked at Li Baochun and Shen Xiuwan meaningfully.

He is an old man, so he can naturally see the twists and turns between the two.

His old classmate carefully selected a son-in-law for his daughter, but he didn't expect that this son-in-law had another woman in his heart.

but……

He weighed the bag.

It was full of banknotes.

But what does this have to do with him? After all, he has already gotten the money from Li Baochun.

He smiled and said: "You two chat slowly, I will take the first step!"

He picked up his suitcase and left.

"Wait a minute." Shen Xiuwan stopped him, "Brother Baochun, Director Qian happens to be here. I want to have a good discussion with him about the order. Why did you ask him to leave?"

Li Baochun frowned: "Mei Wan, do you want to compete with me for this order?"

He is now a man in business.

He knew what this order meant.

Now some veteran cadres at Nanfeng Factory are still not convinced by him. As long as he wins orders from the north, he will have complete say in the factory.

At that time, he can easily kick his father-in-law's family out of the center of power, and easily divorce his current wife.

Shen Xiuwan asked, "Isn't it possible?"

Li Baochun's face looked a little ugly.

In the past two years, he has been working hard for his business. He just wants to accumulate enough wealth as soon as possible so that he can go back and pursue Wanmei again. Now he is just about to get there. He doesn't understand why Wanmei insists on going against him.

He stared at Shen Xiuwan, with affection in his eyes, and explained patiently: "I've heard of your factory, it's just a small factory with dozens of female workers. Sister Wan, you are a woman, and running a textile factory is just a small business after all. Messing around is completely different from my goal. Sister Wan, can you withdraw from the competition? Can I treat you to dinner and shopping tomorrow? "

Shen Xiuwan frowned and took a step back.

She clearly remembered Li Baochun as a very loyal, honest and respectful man.

Two years ago, when she returned home from a divorce and was wandering alone in the alley, he was the one who treated her to a bowl of hot beef noodles and told her that divorce was not a shameful thing. Why now...

She said: "Are you afraid of fighting with me?"

These five simple words made Li Baochun's face even more ugly.

The Wanmei in his impression was gentle, virtuous, delicate, and tactful, with a pitiful appearance that easily aroused an endless desire for protection. She was a typical Jiangnan girl.

But why did she become so aggressive?

In the past, she would never have come to Paramount in the middle of the night and competed with men for business in such a chaotic dance hall.

He was silent for a long time and said seriously: "Mei Wan, we haven't seen each other for two years. I can give you everything else, but I can't give up this business. Director Qian and I have already drawn up a contract, even if you are older now No noise can destroy our cooperation."

He looked at Shen Xiuwan and tried to put his tone as softly as possible: "Sister Wan, do you still remember the agreement we made two years ago? I said that I would definitely return home in fine clothes in the future. Everything I do now is for that agreement!"

Shen Xiuwan said crisply: "That was an agreement you made out of your own wishful thinking. I have never participated in it!"

The woman's stubbornness made Li Baochun irritated and embarrassed.

He had a smooth year. Because of the Nanfeng Factory, almost no one in the business world dared to look down on him. He was completely different from his past self.

Suddenly being humiliated by Shen Xiuwan, his cheeks couldn't help but feel hot.

His voice was a little deeper: "Mei Wan, I really don't have time to talk to you now. If anything happens, let's talk about it tomorrow. Someone, send Miss Shen out!"

The waiter was about to step forward to hold Shen Xiuwan up, but held her behind her with one hand in advance.

Fu Jincheng smiled half-heartedly: "After listening for a long time, I finally understood it."

Li Baochun frowned: "Who are you? What is your relationship with Wanmei?"

Fu Jincheng ignored him and glanced at Qian Liang coldly: "This order is a cooperation between your employer and Wenwen Textile Factory for my sake. Director Qian changed the cooperative manufacturer halfway. Could it be that he didn't want to give Fu a Face?"

Qian Liang was stunned.

Someone Fu?

He looked at Fu Jincheng carefully. The man was tall, handsome, dignified and indifferent, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his tall nose. His cold face still looked clear-cut in the interlaced light and shadow of the private room. He looked familiar, like Where have I seen it?

He suddenly remembered the photo published in the newspaper.

Realizing Fu Jincheng's identity, Qian Liang couldn't help but turn pale.

He clutched his suitcase tightly. His trip south was indeed to cooperate with the Wenwen Textile Factory.

But the money given by Nanfeng Factory is too much!

He had thought about it all, and when he returned to Yanjing, he said that there was a problem with the Wenwen Textile Factory and it could not accept so many orders. Anyway, his employer was his nephew, so even if he had any complaints, he would not really complain to him. do something.

Who knows...

The third master of the Fu family actually came forward in person for this small business!

He couldn't help but look at Shen Xiuwan again.

He vaguely remembered that Fu Jincheng had an ex-wife whose surname seemed to be Shen.

Is it...

Thinking of some possibility, he suddenly started sweating.

He wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief, and said with a forced smile: "It's really a flood that washed away the Dragon King Temple. My family doesn't recognize my own family! Third Master, Third Young Mistress, I was blind, and I didn't recognize you for a moment!"

Li Baochun was stunned.

He suddenly stared at Fu Jincheng.