How Did I Become a God

Taking Jing Gao's emotional intelligence at this time, combined with An Zhiwen's words, and the attitude of Liao Rong, who is in charge of the Zhao Group, towards him at this time, it is easy to guess a general idea.

Professor Zhao should be good to his son-in-law, and he has high hopes and is willing to give support. However, Liao Rong, who performed specifically, may not take it seriously. She is in charge of the Zhao Group!

An Zhiwen's textile company only achieved annual sales of 5 million yuan in ten years, so it might be fooled by Liao Rong.

According to the situation just mentioned by An Zhiwen, compared with the profit rate of Shenzhou International, he can make about 1 million yuan a year.

This should be put in the ordinary small and medium-sized enterprises, not less.

Looking at the news on the Internet, especially on Bianhu and a certain petal, the per capita income is 985, and the per capita annual salary is one million. How can there be so many people per capita in the real world? The average working-class income of 500,000 yuan a year is not bad!

However, this is only the standard of ordinary people. An Zhiwen is far from Professor Zhao's expectations!

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Jing Gao is not interested in managing Professor Zhao's family affairs. An Zhiwen also kept a hand in introducing him to the textile industry.

Although he observed the route designed by Professor Zhao for his son-in-law, that is, from textile manufacturing, expansion to apparel OEM, and then the merger of the upstream and downstream industrial chains. But An Zhiwen didn't tell him how to do it.

This is normal. Anyone who meets the core of the business secretly talks about the core business secrets at first sight! Do you really think there is some kind of domineering spirit?

But anyway, the few hours of communication with An Zhiwen today is very meaningful. Let him further understand the textile industry.

In fact, if he wanted to be more imaginative, he had a "deep chat" with Professor Zhao the night before. This old professor who works at the Beijing University of Technology, a university in Beijing, has a wide network of contacts that completely exceeds Jing Gao's needs at this time. ".

He is equivalent to getting a "Grandpa Gold Finger". However, Father Zhao fell ill, and these contacts were all in a "sealed" state. He can't ask Professor Zhao to call and introduce someone to him from the hospital bed, right?

Jing Gao sighed with emotion. Professor Zhao fell ill and had obvious disadvantages, but he was able to chat with An Zhiwen for a few hours to get a rough idea of ​​the current situation of the textile industry.

So say life!

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Jing Gao put his thoughts away and said goodbye: "President An, we will talk again when we have time. Thank you for clearing up your doubts today. Xiaohe, you give President An the receipts for medical expenses."

If he stays, he might have to witness a "rear ratio" battle. The two women entering the ward are not like fuel-efficient lamps.

Under normal circumstances, the relationship between the daughter and the stepmother is very tense. Especially the stepmother is one year younger than her daughter.

I'm just a neighbor next door, and my surname is not Wang.

So, what do you stay for?

An Zhiwen took the receipt from Xiaohe, and understood that Jing Gao meant that he didn't want him to owe favor. Feeling that this manager Jing is very competent, he apologized: "Look at me..., Manager Jing, thank you."

Liao Rong, a beautiful intellectual woman who had walked into Professor Zhao’s ward, heard the conversation, turned back, asked for the medical bills from An Zhiwen, and handed it to the driver who was following him, “Lao Zhang, you and that little boy Girl hand over."

The middle-aged man with half-white hair and a handsome uncle with half-white hair, holding a briefcase and Xiao He went to the side to transfer money.

After Liao Rong handled it ably, she stretched out her hand and shook hands with Jing Gao, and said with a slight emotion: "Mr. Jing, you have made a joke about the family affairs. Thank you for your help!"

Jing Gao looked at the graceful curves in an elegant white sleeveless midi skirt with a ruffled collar and a radiant face with some kind of charming intellectual beauty. He smiled and said, "That's not true. You're welcome." ."

Go to the elevator in the hospital building.

Jing Gao said with certainty that Professor Zhao's special car had just been driven in the morning. The mileage is not low. Old man Zhao, this is really... a sad reminder!

Of course, Professor Zhao's family affairs, he will not talk about it.

Jing Gao sighed softly. Old couples and young wives are prone to problems. He should take it as a warning, and when he gets old, he will grow old with the beauties, and don't provoke the little girl again.

The elevator in the hospital building slowly dropped, and people entered and exited. Jing Gao looked at his watch. The time was 9:48 in the morning.

Wei Caiyan has made a few calls to urge him. The "team building" mountain climbing activity in their school has already begun. They climbed on time at nine o'clock.

Jing Gao responded to Wei Caiyan with a WeChat message, "I'll be here right away." He took a taxi home, took a shower, changed clothes, and headed to Xiangshan in a black Mercedes-Benz S400.

Last time I asked Yu Jiashi to buy some comfortable cars to ride and drive. After all, sports cars are not suitable for long distances. Wang Qinian recommended BMW 7 Series, Mercedes-Benz S-Class and Audi A8. He called less than one set.

This Mercedes Benz is parked in the underground parking lot of Vanke Economic and Trade Mansion. The driver who drives is a new recruit from the company.

The driver who drove the Rolls-Royce to Jinggao said his strange things privately, and Li Yifeng, who had been hired, was fired directly.

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After Jing Gao left, An Zhiwen walked into the Vip ward behind Liao Rong.

Zhao Shiyan, the goddess of long hair, was standing in front of the window with her hands in her arms. She turned her head and glanced at the two who came in, ignoring the 36-year-old middle-aged man An Zhiwen, her legal husband.

An Zhiwen suddenly looked sad. He still loves his wife deeply. They both already have two children.

Liao Rong didn't seem to care about the expressions of the two of them, and waved: "Zhiwen, you go out first. I have something to say with Shiyan."

Strongly sending away the "honest child" An Zhiwen, Liao Rong glanced at Professor Zhao on the hospital bed, and she felt that her life was about to be released. Squeezing the excitement in my heart, he said faintly: "Shiyan, you can start preparing for a divorce. There are several company documents for you to sign later."

Zhao Shiyan took off her sunglasses and said in a cold voice, "Aunt Liao, it doesn't matter if you sign, I hope you don't let me down. An Zhiwen didn't want to divorce me."

Zhao Shiyan glanced over her father who had not yet awakened, and the feelings deep in her eyes were extremely complicated.

She loves her father deeply. How could she forget the happy days of a family of three! After her mother passed away, his father could not wait to give her all the best things in the world.

However, here is the problem.

Her marriage was "arranged" by her father~www.ltnovel.com~ The encounter, love, and marriage between her and An Zhiwen were all driven by her father. Because, An Zhiwen is the "Phoenix man" recognized by his father, and he has a good character and can give her a lifetime of happiness.

However, she sees this middle-aged belly getting more and more greasy every day, busy managing business, socializing and having no time to accompany her for dinner, romantic strolls, or a walk-and-go trip.

She feels more and more that marriage is a prison for her. Although she is a mother of two children, she still has many suitors around her. Many outstanding men have told her that she deserves better!

Her marriage has broken down. Only when the father is pressed, the divorce cannot be made. She was taught by her father, what did she say to him?

The wealth that her father has accumulated in his life: the Zhao Group, plus some literary games, calligraphy and painting, is worth more than two billion. In the long made will, this all belonged to her. Therefore, Liao Rong wanted to transfer some of the assets of the Zhao Group, but she didn't care.

What she cares about is to divorce An Zhiwen!

The corner of Liao Rong's mouth turned up, her mind confident, "Shiyan, you just wait. Why is he my opponent?"