How Did I Become a God

The county seat is too small to hide the news.

Rumors arose in Rongcheng Hotel overnight. It is said that the county leaders also called Jing Gao, the boss of Zhongrun Company, to inquire about the situation. The bidding situation has taken a turn for the worse for Zhongrun.

For this reason, the second round of bidding originally scheduled on April 27 will be postponed until the afternoon of the same day.

In the early morning, there was a spring rain in Rongcheng, and the temperature dropped slightly, which made people feel more comfortable and comfortable.

Jing Gao took Fu Ye, the bodyguard who was not too familiar with him, drove the Mercedes-Benz, and used the map navigation of Gaode to find the early shop that An Zhiwen said: Quiet House.

An Zhiwen's "Anzhao Textile Co., Ltd." is located in Rongcheng. Of course he knew about such a big industry event. But it wasn't until last night that Zhongrun Company ranked first in the bidding, and came out. In fact, the controlling person was Jing Gao, and he knew that Jing Gao had come to Rongcheng. So I made a phone call last night and made an appointment with Jing Gao for breakfast here.

The name "Jingju" is graceful and elegant. The shop's plaque is also a small seal carved with sandalwood and ancient wood. But in fact, it is a common breakfast shop in the streets and alleys.

The store is small, and the space inside can only fit two tables. Two women were cooking various breakfasts on a long table at the entrance of the shop: fried dough sticks, noodle nests, steamed buns and soup dumplings. Tofu brains in stainless steel vats. Soymilk making soymilk.

Diners basically eat breakfast at three or four tables outside the store under the shade of the trees, "Madam boss, come here with a cage of soup and a bowl of porridge."

The busy beautiful young woman wearing an apron with a long desk inside will quickly walk out and bring soup to the guests with a smile.

She dresses and dresses very ordinary, common spring clothes. But it is full of body and graceful curve. He has a pretty and clean face, and he looks only twenty-three or four years old. It's just the charm at the corners of the eyebrows, but she is actually a mature and charming woman.

The proprietress is so beautiful and charming, so the breakfast business will not be bad. It feels like "tofu Xi Tzu".

"Mr. Jing..." An Zhiwen greeted him. He was still like that middle-aged man, thirty-six years old at the time, greasy and had a belly. He smiled and got up and shook hands with Jing Gao. I saw two little girls sitting next to him. One is about five or six years old, and the other is about three or four years old.

"This is my daughter. The nickname is Da Ya, Er Ya. This week, my parents brought them to Rongcheng to live for a few days. Da Ya, Er Ya, called Uncle."

April 27th is Wednesday. Both little girls are in school. The real reason is that An Zhiwen and Zhao Shiyan are discussing divorce.

An Zhiwen loves his wife deeply and refuses to divorce. But he has been in trouble recently. An accountant in his factory suddenly disappeared. Liao Rong threatened him to divorce Zhao Shiyan immediately. But it was a photo that really crushed him.

His wife was wearing a very **** black evening gown, nestled in the arms of a man, and the two of them behaved in a state of disbelief. He can only divorce. The focus of divorce is not the division of property, but the struggle for custody of the two daughters.

"Hello, uncle." The two little girls with croissants yelled crisply, and the childish voice echoed outside the early store door, and suddenly there was a sound of praise from all around.

"The two little girls are so cute."

"If only I had two daughters like this."

Looking at the two cute little girls, Jing Gao suddenly smiled, and the gloomy mood brought to Huang Mingyuan and Ren Xuan's foreign tricks became better.

I patted on the body, empty. He didn't even bring his wallet with him, and he left him with Fu Ye. He turned around and ordered: "Old Fu, drive to find if there is a department store to open the door, and buy me two meeting gifts for these two kids."

Fu Ye has always been sullen. He is depressed! It was a great shame to lose the "public office" to others. But at this time, Fu Ye showed a smile on his face. He remembered his twin daughters when they were young, and proactively said: "Mr. Jing, just buy two dolls or plush bears. They definitely like them."

An Zhiwen quickly stopped and said, "No. Mr. Jing, don't spend money."

Jing Gao waved his hand with a smile, and said to Fu Ye: "Well. You figure it out. I don't understand anyway. If the Xinhua Bookstore opens, I will help me buy a copy of Shen Congwen's Border Town and come back by the way." Girl, "Ya, Er, do you like fluffy bears?"

"Like! Thank you Uncle."

Jing Gao laughed, touched the heads of the two little girls, sat down, and praised: "Teacher An is very good. What's the recommendation here earlier?"

The daughter was praised, An Zhiwen smiled, and recommended: "The soup dumplings here are very good. I ordered two baskets. Mr. Jing will try it first. There are also soy milk, fried dough sticks, bean curd, rice porridge, eggs, etc. Stuck buns."

"Okay, then another porridge."

Talking and laughing, a twelve-year-old boy with a beautiful face, stubborn eyes and resentment brought two cages of soup dumplings to him.

Jing Gao smiled, this young boy is in the rebellious period, and he is in second grade. I ignored him and started to taste the soup dumplings.

The skin is thin and the stuffing is big, round and round, with a light bite, the soup overflows in the mouth, mixed with the aroma of shiitake mushrooms, pork, and green onion, full of happiness.

"Yeah. It's pretty good. Another soup dumpling."

An Zhiwen sighed inwardly when he saw that Jing Gao's food was delicious. Looking at the human nature, he is incomparable. No wonder the business can be so big, now all come to Rongcheng to integrate the textile industry. Said: "Ms. Jing, I heard about the situation you are facing. My company is also a member of Rongcheng Textile Association."

Jing Gao suddenly became interested, "Oh?" An Zhiwen called him last night and said to ask him to have breakfast, and then ask him to do a little favor. He naturally responded to this matter. Do not look at the face of the monk and look at the face of the Buddha. He wants to give Professor Zhao face.

What embarrassed him the most about Huang Mingyuan and Ren Xuan's "off-the-board moves"? Questions about Zhongrun’s financial strength are well resolved. However, if the large-scale textile enterprises in Rongcheng all boycott the entry of Zhongrun.

This is very difficult!

An Zhiwen smiled, it seems that only his father-in-law has always valued him, thinking that he can make great things. He is used to all kinds of skeptical looks. After eating the soup dumplings, he explained the situation:"

Mr. Jing, Rongcheng Textile Association is not monolithic. The chairman Ren was only able to draw a group of people to participate in bid-rigging in the name of the Textile Association because of the funds and contacts from Beijing. It should be noted that there are no large textile groups in Rongcheng.

Therefore, if Mr. Jing wants to get rid of the current dilemma, he can completely separate and close. They are just a combination of interests. There is no loyalty or personal grievances with Mr. Jing. "

Jing Gao suddenly fell into contemplation, tapping his fingers on the table lightly, "President An, you mean, if given the opportunity, those medium-sized textile factories are also willing to merge?"

An Zhiwen smiled and said, "I can’t judge whether I’m willing to sell the factory or equity. People’s hearts are separated by the belly. However, it’s a good idea to rely on a big tree to enjoy the cool. Now the textile industry is not easy to do. Everyone is reporting to the group to keep warm. Like me. I want to find a large group to cooperate and stabilize sales. As long as Mr. Jing does not lose his bidding qualifications, it will not be difficult to win them over."

Jing Gao said: "The bidding qualification matter is easy to handle. I communicated with the leaders of the city and county yesterday. This is the reason why the bidding will be postponed until the afternoon. Mr. An, if I leave this to you, you would Not willing?"

"Me?" An Zhiwen was surprised. He knew that Jing Gao had the assistance of Lu Gangyu and Xie Wangzhen in the textile industry. These two were more suitable than him in terms of personal connections, qualifications and status.

An Zhiwen smiled embarrassedly and explained: "Mr. Jing, I asked you to do me a favor on the phone last night, not for this." He didn't know how serious it was. Ask Jinggao to have breakfast on the street and win the "big order" at the roadside stall.

It is foreseeable that he will get what a reward for helping Jing Gao settle this matter! First, his factory can definitely "resurrect the dead" without worrying about sales. Back to the big tree.

Second, the connection with Jing Gao is even tighter. This kind of connections and friendship can't be bought for much money.

Jing Gao can infer from An Zhiwen's reaction that An Zhiwen asked him to have breakfast, saying that helping a small favor is a small favor, and he didn't mean to talk about business. Very sincere and not tricky. I suddenly laughed, An Zhiwen is really good in character, so it's no wonder that Professor Zhao would like it.

"Mr. An should help me. What about the compensation? By then, are you interested in working for the newly established textile group. Merge your factory. I need a professional general manager. Of course, there is equity incentives, and I An executive director will be appointed to supervise your work and group finances."

An Zhiwen was shocked for a while. The "return" that Jing Gao gave him completely exceeded his expectations. A group of 800 million yuan, 1% of the equity is worth 8 million yuan, far surpassing his net worth, "this..."

Jing Gao smiled and interrupted An Zhiwen's indecision, and said, "That's it. Okay?" He dared to make such a big bet. I still trust Professor Zhao's vision of picking a son-in-law~www.ltnovel.com~ Of course, employing and knowing people is what he needs to learn now. It's the same as "performance art".

An Zhiwen gritted his teeth and said: "Okay. I will definitely live up to Mr. Jing's trust."

His father-in-law expects him to become a textile industry group and obtain sufficient social status. But he really didn't want to stay in "Novice Village" anymore. Under Liao Rong's suppression, he had no chance to develop.

Switching to work under Jing Gao's hand is a new world for him. At least not worse than the small factory he runs.

Jing Gao laughed cheerfully. Have breakfast, not only solve the problem, but also find the person in charge of the New Textile Group. Can he be upset?

This is really another village! Who would have thought that the key to solving the problem would be An Zhiwen?

Jing Gao drank the white porridge and asked, "Lao An, what is your small favor?"

An Zhiwen pointed to an electric car that stopped on the side of the road, "coming."