Please Take Care of Me, Young Master Quan

  Chapter 127 Military order, success or failure in one fell swoop

   "It turns out that there are times when you are kind..." Song Rin muttered in a daze, but soon, he restrained the inadvertent disappointment, "Don't mention Shen Yu, I have other things to ask you for."

   Pausing for a moment, he added: "It's business."

  Shen Qian nodded, "Go to the rooftop and talk."

  The moonlight is bleak, the stars are shining, on the top floor of the Wolf Club, the night wind is wrapped in a trace of coolness, passing by the ears, "Woo la" sound.

   "What's the matter?" Shen Qian spoke lightly, holding a cigarette between his fingers.

"I know that Tianshui Real Estate is also competing for the Jufeng Group's project of 'exporting high-end shrimp and crabs to Europe'. Ma Qianqian is cunning and cunning. He only admits to invest in technology and brands, and requires 90% of the financial support. This alone is enough scare away most potential collaborators."

  Shen Qian took a breath, "Go ahead."

Song Rin looked at the night in the distance, and saw the lights of thousands of houses, colorful neon lights: "Looking at Ningcheng, there are not many companies that are capable of taking over this project, but those who can take over are all leaders in their fields, and the competition will be fierce. Intense. MT Finance has already included this project as an important strategy in the second half of the year, and although it has not yet been negotiated, it is determined to win."

   "What exactly do you want to say?" Shen Qian interrupted him, and looked at him in the blink of an eye, his deep eyes seemed to see through everything.

   "The board of directors handed over the project to me. If it's done, Song Qian will leave; if it's not, I'll leave."

  Song Qian, the young master of the Song family, the only son of Song Yuanshan and his original wife Fang Yaqin, is currently the president of MT Finance, and Song Rin has reached the point where they are in conflict. Especially in the past two years, Song Rin's growth rate exceeded everyone's expectations. Song Qian was completely panicked, and often made some low-level hands suppress this half-brother.

  In order to get the right to take charge of the project, and with Song Qian helping the flames, Song Rin had to issue a military order in front of all the directors.

  He has been fighting Song Qian for so many years, success or failure depends on it!

  Shen Qian dusted off the cigarette, "What do you want me to do?"

   "If possible, I hope that Tianshui and Mingda will withdraw from the competition. If not, please challenge me in a fair manner."

   This is the reason why Song Rin has the cheek to come to see Shen Qian today!

   As long as Tian Shui withdraws from the battle of father and son, Ming Da will not continue to entangle. Without the two most powerful opponents, Song Rin is 99% sure to win the project. As for other potential competitors, he has his own way to deal with them.

  If there was no matter about the hot spring villa, Song Rin believed that Shen Qian would definitely agree based on the friendship between the two, but now...the bridge of the nose is still aching, and such a hard punch doesn't use very much force, but it still has eight or nine points.

  Having seen his protection of Shen Yu, Song Rin's heart sank straight to the bottom of the valley, so she had no choice but to settle for the next best thing and demand fair competition.

  Shen Qian is formidable, yes, but Song Rin may not necessarily lose.

   "Agreed? Mr. Shen."

  The wind blows, the coolness strikes, the four eyes meet, one is calm and the other is lonely.

  No one spoke again.

   One second.

   Two seconds.

  …

   Ten seconds.

  Shen Qian: "Okay, I promise you to withdraw from the competition, and I will treat it as... all these years of brotherhood."

   Achievement of the goal should be something to be happy about, but Song Rin couldn't laugh, bitterness filled his chest, and an inexplicable sense of powerlessness filled his whole body, making him crumbling, "...Thank you."

  The ending sound is blown away by the wind and floats in the air, which is inaudible.

  …

  He Huai lost his car and left the clubhouse, so he could only force Xixi to take a taxi home.

   Just sat down, the phone rang.

  (end of this chapter)