After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

"There have been some accidents in the trade industry chain that has been invested and operated this year. In addition to Hushang, many other trade points have suffered unprovoked large-area orders, cancellation and problem returns."

When Shan Rao explained all this, his tone was as calm as if he were describing other people's experiences.

Song ran looked dignified and knew the powerful relationship. "The interest impact is a small matter. The most important thing is that if it goes on for a long time, the cooperative operator will cancel the cooperative relationship on a large scale. There is a fault in the industrial chain. If he doesn't want the early investment to drift away, he needs to pay a high operating cost while looking for a new partner. Go on like this..."

The man nodded in agreement and added: "if this goes on, it will cure the symptoms rather than the root cause. Sooner or later, the whole operation level will collapse. At that time, it will be the best time to take advantage of others."

"What are you going to do?"

After listening to him, song ran knows that the other party's judgment is the same as his own. If this matter is not handled properly, it is not impossible to directly affect the development of the whole single family from the trade and industrial chain.

She was thinking that it was not impossible to give some financial support when necessary, but she didn't expect the man to smile and shrug carelessly, "this kind of thing is not necessary to stick to it. If she wants, just give it to her."

This response really shocked song ran.

Shan Rao's domestic trade and industrial chain was the first thing he started to do after returning home. He was very depressed because he gave up all his contacts and capital accumulated in Britain, and finally decided to start from scratch.

Moreover, it is already in the stage of stable income. It is not like a normal person's thinking to give up when you say give up.

Aware of a few clues, song ran opened her eyes again and looked at the direction of the co pilot's seat. After a long time, she asked, "do you have any other ideas?"

After a while, the car slowly slowed down and finally stopped at a commercial street.

Shan Rao went down for the first time, went around to the back seat of the car, opened the door, stood outside the door, and extended a hand with a gentleman's face. "Let's sit down and talk slowly."

The woman raised her eyes and looked at him. Then she directly ignored the hand hanging in the air. She raised her feet and walked down, and slammed on the door.

Wait to go out a few steps to turn back, a face calmly urged: "let's go."

At the moment, Shan Rao was slightly flustered, curled up his fingers, heard the voice of the woman behind him, and the extinguished light in his eyes burned again.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Yan Hao, who was trying to poke out his head, raised his hand and shook in the direction of the man standing, "young master, what are you staring at?"

When Shan Rao chased out, the woman had integrated into the crowded crowd, looked around, and finally saw the tall figure in front of a store.

"Beautiful aunt, are you shopping alone?" The little Laurie with big eyes held the flower basket and bowed respectfully to song ran, then blinked again.

Song ran sank her eyes and looked at the innocent look on the little guy's face. The string in her heart was loose for no reason. For a moment, she forgot to lift her feet and leave.

Understanding little Lori's mind, she curled her lips and smiled, looking at the basket of roses, "I want all your flowers."

Little Lori's round eyes shone, smiled and showed a missing front tooth. She tiptoed her flower basket out, "thank you, beautiful aunt. Here's 300 yuan."

Song ran looked down and found it. A moment later, she realized that she had lost her wallet to her assistant.

When thinking about how to solve it, a figure suddenly flashed nearby. The man stood beside her, reached into the built-in pocket of the suit, took out his wallet, and casually asked, "how much is it?"

When little Lori saw her handsome uncle, her eyes became clearer, and she quickly smiled and responded with milk: "three hundred dollars."

Song ran looked sideways and saw that he took out three bills from his bag and handed them out.

"Beautiful aunt, your flowers." The little Laurie who received the money tiptoed the flower basket to song ran, and blinked at Shan Rao, "beautiful aunt, you are a good match with handsome uncle. Are you married?"

When song ran heard the speech, he was shocked. Then he took his eyes back from the man, and his warm look became condensed in an instant.

Shan Rao noticed this subtle change and felt inexplicably happy. He stretched out his hand and patted little Laurie on the head, smiled and asked her, "why do you say that?"

"I guessed." Little Lori took her flower skirt, "handsome uncle just looked at beautiful aunt's eyes, very much like my father looking at Mommy."

After saying that, before Song ran could argue, a gentle voice came from behind little Lori. She hurriedly turned back and answered, waved to Shan Rao and song ran away with small steps.

The woman stared and watched the little guy run all the way to the small stall not far away, dancing and raising the income from selling flowers in her hand.

The young woman in front of the stall rubbed her head with a smile. They didn't know what they were talking about, so they saw the little guy suddenly reach out and point to this side.

Song ran unconsciously turned around and walked quickly towards the intersection on the other side.

Shan Rao quickly caught up with him. His face was filled with a smile. He joked and asked, "what are you running for? Are you embarrassed?"

The woman didn't stop for a moment. She just glanced at him.

The man thought for a moment. When he wanted to say anything, he saw that she had found her mobile phone from her bag, dialed the phone and went out, "the location has been sent to you. Take a taxi to pick me up."

Then she realized that she was heading for the street exit.

"Hey, don't eat?"

Shan Rao panicked and reached out to stop the man.

The woman who hung up the phone looked cold and looked him up and down, "sorry, Mr. Shan, I don't think it's suitable for business partners like us to have dinner today."

She said, as if carelessly, her eyes swept around the stores.

The style and layout of Tanabata, especially the huge activity posters on the intersection building, remind people all the time what day it is today.

"I've booked the restaurant."

The man was stubborn, his hand was still in the air, and his voice was a little thick, which made couples around him look at him one after another and watch the excitement.

Song ran didn't mean to stay. He stuffed the flower basket into his hand and replied politely but alienated, "another day, Mr. Shan."

Walking out against the flow of people, the man behind him was not surprised to follow up, "Song ran, don't forget, we still have things to talk about."

Song ran kept walking for a moment. He heard the speech and gently lifted his red lips. "If you want to bear the pain and cede the trade market, you must be ready to use it as a bait to let Mrs. Smith inject a lot of money, although you are not sure..."

She paused and turned to look at him, "but you should want to give up the small and protect the big. I don't object to you doing so, but I must remind you that this move is a little risky. If she can eat the plate you lost, you will be doomed when it develops. "

These things, just got off the bus and walked all the way, were enough for her to understand.

But the man was still surprised. He stopped and looked at the woman's back with appreciation. Finally, he buried his head and laughed.

"Don't worry, I have discretion."

He put his hands around his waist and raised his voice in response.

The woman just waved her hand behind her to say she heard it, but her steps were still light and melted into the crowd in a moment.

When Shan Rao returned to the car, Yan Hao, who was lying in the driver's seat and squinting to rest, was surprised and stared round.

He put his head out of the window and looked around. He didn't see Miss Song's figure, so he looked at the man in front of him with some sympathy, "why so fast, young master, have you lost again?"

The man glanced at him angrily, opened the door and asked, "go to the intersection of West Street. I want to see her get on the bus safely."