Abandoned Master's Cultivation

However, a thin camel is bigger than a horse. He knows Zheng Guoxing's weight. A small Zheng Wang group can't compare with Fuhan group at all.

Zheng Guoxing browsed the news and got a general understanding. Fuhan group is a family enterprise. The family has a shareholders' meeting and the company has a board of directors.

First, the contradiction between the board of shareholders and the board of directors broke out, and there were contradictions within shareholders, that is, within the family. After the outbreak of various contradictions, the company's business declined sharply, and the company was also hit by some other listed companies, resulting in a sharp decline in shares.

The investors did not buy this. Seeing that it was not good for themselves, they sold one after another, causing the stock price to plummet. This situation has lasted for a long time.

The market value of Fuhan group has shrunk from 10 billion to several billion.

After reading the news, Zheng Guoxing couldn't help shaking his head. "Even if listing can finance, the crisis and risk have become greater. It's still good not to be listed. It's billions. I can get it with my efforts..."

He turned off the news. Just then, his private cell phone suddenly rang.

Caller ID is Qizhou, the number is strange.

"Huh?" Zheng Guoxing hesitated and answered the phone.

"Hello," said Zheng Guoxing.

"President Zheng, long time no see. Do you remember me?"

Zheng Guoxing was stunned. He had some friends in the business district of Qizhou, but he was a woman on the phone with a good voice. He felt very sexy just listening.

"Who are you?" Zheng Guoxing said. His mobile phone number is confidential in the telecom company, and it is handled with other people's identity information, which few people know.

It's definitely not ordinary people who can get through to him and say his name.

"Zhao Lijing."

The name is so familiar. Zheng Guoxing couldn't remember it for a moment. He inadvertently turned his eyes to the computer screen and saw a gossip message with a picture on it. It said that Zhao Lijing, the daughter of Fuhan group, privately asked rich businessmen for financial assistance

"I wipe..." Zheng Guoxing suddenly burst into foul language, then hurriedly covered his mouth and looked at the computer screen excitedly, "Zhao Lijing... This woman is the daughter of the Zhao family of Fuhan group? Hiss, I haven't heard of it."

"Hello, Mr. Zheng, are you still listening?"

"Oh, wait a minute. I'm in a meeting. I'll go back to you later."

"OK, wait for your call."

Zheng Guoxing hung up his mobile phone and immediately entered a few words of Fuhan group on the Internet. A large number of web pages jumped out, most of which were useless.

He opened the first official website.

Then it was opened in the shareholder column. The characters on it were all Zhao's, some with photos and some without photos. At the last place of the shareholder, he saw Zhao Lijing's name and clicked in at the moment.

The picture pops up. There is a young woman with refined temperament and sweet appearance. There is also a profile next to her. Zhao Lijing, the little princess of Zhao group, was born in 1983, graduated from Harvard Business School, lives abroad all year round, and has its own luxury company

Zheng Guoxing was very excited. "Zhao Lijing, did she really call? Well, this woman and my wife looked like when they were young. She was in 1983 and only 35 or 16 years old this year. Hiss. I don't know if she was married. Cough, think too much."

Looking at Zhao Lijing's face, Zheng Guoxing couldn't help thinking of his wife who had died for many years. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that Zhao Lijing was very similar to his sick wife.

"Well." Zheng Guoxing shook his head and thought in his mind, what did Zhao Lijing call him for?

Then he saw the news on the screen and immediately understood: "I'm afraid Fuhan group can't hold on. The little princess came out to borrow money... Tut tut."

"This may be a good opportunity to join Fuhan group." Zheng Guoxing was a little excited. He picked up his mobile phone and dialed the number just now.

"Hello, I'm sorry, Miss Zhao. There was a meeting just now. Er, I don't know what Miss Zhao wants me to do?"

"Do president Zheng still remember me? A year ago, there was a luxury exhibition in Qizhou. I hosted the exhibition and President Zheng went to it."

Zheng Guoxing had no impression in his mind for a long time. Now he remembered that he had been to Qizhou and did go to some exhibitions, but he was just playing with his friends and said, "Mm-hmm."

"Well, I'm in Haichuan now. I don't know... Can I meet President Zheng and have a talk."

"What's up?"

"Can we meet and talk?"

"Where?"

"Zheng Zong will decide."

"Yunhai Hotel, cafe on the first floor, 11 o'clock," Zheng Guoxing said.

"OK, see you or leave."

Zheng Guoxing hung up his cell phone. He was excited for no reason. He had the feeling of going on a date for his first love. He stood up, went to the cloakroom, changed a clean suit, stood in front of the mirror and sprayed some cologne.

"It's OK. If it's higher, it's perfect." Zheng guoxingmei walked out of the office for a while.

Outside are his two black bodyguards. Since those bodyguards were defeated by Jiang Wuchen last time, Zheng Guoxing later dismissed and replaced them with two fierce old black people who understand Chinese.

These two men are the kings of war who retired from the Middle East. They have fought black fists and are very strong.

"Let's go to Yunhai Hotel," Zheng Guoxing said.

At 10:50, Zheng Guoxing's car came to the Yunhai hotel. Two black bodyguards wore suits, sunglasses and air headphones.

In the coffee shop, Zhao Lijing has come in advance. Today, she is wearing a casual business dress, black wide trousers, high heels, short hair, white shirt on the chest and bulging chest. Her calm temperament is definitely cultivated by the superior for many years.

This temperament, this figure, is Zheng Guoxing's favorite.

"Zheng Zong, long time no see." Zhao Lijing smiled and took the initiative to stretch out her hand.

"Long time no see." Zheng Guoxing reached out gracefully and shook her gently. Her little hand was cold and distressing. "Miss Zhao is much more beautiful than in the picture."

"Hmm? President Zheng has seen my picture?"

"Er, ha ha, I've seen it before." Zheng Guoxing said quickly.

They walked into the cafe and sat by the window. One of the two old black men was standing at the door of the cafe and the other was sitting on the other side.

"Zheng always wants something to drink? It's my treat."

Zheng Guoxing said, "coffee is not what I like. It's too sweet and high in sugar."

"Well, I don't like sweet ones either, so I've prepared Pu'er tea, which has been made. Would you like to try it?"

"Ha ha, OK, I like drinking Pu'er in the cafe," Zheng Guoxing said with a smile.

Pu'er was served, and Zhao Lijing gave Zheng Guoxing a cup. Chen Xiang smelled, and Zheng Guoxing nodded, "this kind of Pu'er has been for at least ten years."

Zhao Lijing said with a smile, "Zheng Shao is the master who has eaten and seen. He doesn't dare to take defective products. Please taste them!"

Zheng Guoxing picked it up and took a sip. "Well, it's good. Go back to business. Do you want to borrow money from me this time?"