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When the three of them were in a stalemate, Wu Xiao answered the phone and came over, "The client will be here soon."

Zhou Beishen nodded and looked at Jiang Wan: "Go back first."

He didn't continue to ask, his eyes swept over Li Yanshu, and he didn't say a word to him.

"Send her back." Zhou Beishen turned his head and said to Wu Xiao, and walked towards the restaurant by himself.

Jiang Wan knew that Wu Xiao was accompanying Zhou Beishen to meet the client, so she said, "Assistant Wu, I can just take a taxi back by myself, you can come with him."

"I'll send you back, Miss Jiang, otherwise Mr. Zhou won't be at ease." Wu Xiao smiled helplessly. If he didn't send him back himself, it would be no wonder that Zhou Beishen would let him go.

Seeing this, Jiang Wan nodded knowingly, then looked at Li Yanshu who was on the side, and just about to say something, she heard the other party take the initiative to say: "Then be careful on the road, remember to send me a message when you get home."

What he said was ambiguous, and even Wu Xiao couldn't help frowning.

Ms. Jiang, don't you really have something to do with the Li family?

Although the Li family is a bit stronger than the Zhou family, the president of his family is also better than Li Yanshu.

What's more, he felt that Jiang Wan should not be this kind of person.

Jiang Wan ignored Li Yanshu, and didn't intend to explain more to Wu Xiao, "Let's go."

Wu Xiao hurriedly opened the car door for Jiang Wan, and the two quickly disappeared at the door of the restaurant after getting into the car. Li Yanshu watched and did not look away until the shadow of the car disappeared.

He turned around, but instead of leaving the restaurant, he walked in.

In the box, Zhou Beishen chatted with the client who had just arrived. This time it was mainly about a cooperation outside the province. The Zhou Group wanted to expand its business scope, so it has been quite busy recently.

Zhou Beishen frowned when the door of the box was knocked. He was naturally displeased when the cooperation talk was interrupted.

But when he saw that the person who opened the door was Li Yanshu, his displeasure deepened, "What's the matter, Young Master Li?"

The client sitting opposite Zhou Beishen also hurriedly got up and greeted Li Yanshu: "Young Master Li, my lord, Lin Haisheng from the Lin Family of Jiangcheng."

Li Yanshu walked to the dining table and sat down politely, "The Lin family in Jiangcheng, I have an impression."

Lin Hai had an accident, and his smile became brighter: "I greeted you at a charity dinner in Beijing before."

"Really?" Li Yanshu obviously had no impression, but he didn't care: "Then we are acquaintances."

"Yes, yes, acquaintance." It was too late for Lin Haisheng to be happy with Li Yanshu as an acquaintance.

Li Yanshu smiled, and looked at Zhou Beishen: "What kind of cooperation is Mr. Zhou and Mr. Lin talking about? Is my Li family eligible for a share?"

Zhou Bei kept a cold face and did not speak.

Lin Haisheng hurriedly said with a smile: "Young Master Li was joking, and Mr. Zhou and I are talking about small cooperation. How can you like it?"

"That's not the way to say it. No one thinks it's too little to make money." Li Yanshu said.

This made Lin Haisheng a little overwhelmed. The Li family wanted to meddle in his and Zhou Beishen's little business? How is this going?

He was wondering in his heart, so he heard Zhou Beishen say, "It's not impossible for Li Shao to share a share, as long as you contribute money and efforts."

"It's natural." Li Yanshu said.

It just so happened that he had nothing to do in Jincheng, and it would be nice to do a project along the way, and seeing Zhou Beishen's ugly face made him feel much better.

Ever since, what was originally a cooperation between Zhou Beishen and Lin Haisheng has suddenly become three people, and the scale of investment has doubled in an instant.

After talking about the business, Lin Haisheng saw that the two were not getting along, so he found a reason to slip away, but he didn't want to stay here as cannon fodder.