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Zhou Ruifeng and Zhang Yi entered the headquarters of Xinxin Group. Their first impression was that the people here were too young.

Most of them are only in their twenties, and the only ones who are older are the cleaners and security guards at the door.

The second impression is that these young people are really motivated.

There was no one to supervise the work, but the whole office was like a chicken blood pump, and everyone was busy working on their own without touching the floor.

Zhou Ruifeng looked at these young people and for a moment felt that he was young too.

The two arrived at the conference room first, and the furnishings were quite simple.

In addition to the large oval round table and matching chairs, the only distinctive feature is that there are two sofas placed in the main seat. Generally, there is only one chair in this position.

When I looked up, I could still see a banner hanging with four big characters written in a brush:

"No nonsense".

The characters were written in a crooked and twisted way, making them recognizable, and the strokes were deep and shallow, like a dog crawling, and there was no inscription.

Zhou Ruifeng frowned. Now is the time for collecting. He has also followed the trend and collected a few famous paintings and calligraphy. Although he doesn't understand them, he can still see some beauty in them.

But he really couldn't see anything good in this word.

But Xinxin Group is very popular now, and it should be worth a lot to hang it like this in the conference room.

If you look closely, you can see that the gestures are quite childlike, but rather like a master who deliberately hides his clumsiness.

Don't show your timidity, do some further research to see which famous artist it is from.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang. Hello, Mr. Zhou."

Zhao Shaokang walked in with Song Xiaoran and greeted them politely, "Mr. Zhou, I have long admired you."

Zhou Ruifeng held Zhao Shaokang's hand without letting go, and seemed particularly enthusiastic: "Xinxin's Mr. Zhao is really famous in the circle now. When I saw him today, he is indeed extraordinary!"

The four of them met and sat down separately.

Zhou Ruifeng sat down, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at the heads of the two of them: Who wrote this? It's so ugly and artistic.

Zhao Shaokang followed his gaze and almost couldn't help laughing. He politely made an opening statement: "No nonsense is the motto of our company when holding meetings. This came from Chairman Song of Wangjing Group."

Zhang Yi took over the conversation and said with a smile: "Chairman Song has indeed always asked us to do this."

It turned out to be Song Wenxuan’s calligraphy!

Zhou Ruifeng suddenly realized that one stroke after another seemed clumsy, but it was actually a combination of ingenuity and inadequacy. He could find a way to win it later.

With Song Wenxuan's current status, the value of his calligraphy will definitely increase in the future.

Zhou Ruifeng laughed and said: "Mr. Zhao, Mr. Song, to tell you the truth, I used to work in a machinery factory, but I was a screwdriver before. I know Director Song, but Director Song doesn't know me."

Zhang Yi stood aside and gave a thumbs up: "Don't talk about the past, now Mr. Zhou is one of the top entrepreneurs in Wangjing."

This is not an unreasonable boast. In addition to building steel plants, Ruifeng has monopolized the steel trade of several small and medium-sized steel plants in surrounding cities this week, and its business has even reached the coast.

In the past, he relied on the steel mills, but now his sales channels are even enviable by the steel mills. Now, he relies a little on him.

Song Xiaoran felt a little impatient when he heard this person chatting casually, and raised his eyes to the words "don't talk nonsense" above his head.

Zhou Ruifeng's ability to observe words and emotions was first-rate. He immediately saw what Song Xiaoran meant and said with a slight embarrassment:

"Mr. Song and Mr. Zhao, let's get down to business. I'm here this time to talk about the ownership of the department store management rights."

Zhao Shaokang smiled: "Shouldn't we be talking to the department store? Why are you talking to us?" Zhou Ruifeng's stiff expression flashed over. This was the negotiating disadvantage brought by his coming to the door. If Zhang Minghao hadn't been sitting there, He couldn't hold it any longer, he wanted to wait for Xinxin Group to come over.

For the department store, he is already dispensable, but I heard that Xinxin Group has prepared all the money, and it is said that it is bound to win.

I took a small step forward, but actually took a big step back in negotiations.

Zhou Ruifeng laughed loudly and covered up his embarrassment:

"Mr. Zhao, you are treating me like an outsider. We celebrities don't speak secretly. The department store belongs to the three of us. Now that one family is out, only our two families are left. Our two families can benefit from our cooperation. , if you divide it, it will cause two harms!”

When Zhao Shaokang saw him coming and going, he stopped hiding him:

"The department store is indeed an important step in the company's development plan, and we are bound to win it. Mr. Zhou, how do you want to work together?"

Zhou Ruifeng said with a smile: "How about we cooperate in development? Each of us takes half?"

Zhao Shaokang shook his head: "Should the reconstruction be completed according to my plan or your plan? Is it led by me or you? What if there are differences in the route?"

"This is indeed more difficult to handle. I didn't think it through properly." Zhou Ruifeng didn't expect him to agree. He asked for a high price and paid it back on the ground.

"What does Mr. Zhao mean?"

Zhao Shaokang said decisively: "We have two plans to provide to Mr. Zhou. First, Mr. Zhou can invest 100 million in our development and investment branch, occupying 20% ​​of the equity."

Zhou Ruifeng frowned. Although he was at a disadvantage now, Zhao Shaokang was too rude.

100 million, and only gave me 20% of the equity. It was a clear grab.

Can he invest more than 500 million?

What is the concept of 500 million? Not counting the land price, it is enough to build another small shopping mall.

Zhou Ruifeng was lost in thought and subconsciously lay back, feeling a dull pain in his back.

This chair is not the imported leather sofa from my company, it is too hard.

Zhao Shaokang looked very calm: "If Mr. Zhou is unwilling, there is a second plan. Mr. Zhou will withdraw and we will have full rights to develop and operate it."

Zhou Ruifeng sneered: "Mr. Zhao already regards department stores as meat in his pot. Do you know who I just met an hour ago?"

Zhao Shaokang frowned slightly, a little confused.

"Zhang Minghao!" Zhou Ruifeng had an enigmatic smile on his face.

"Who?" Song Xiaoran couldn't help it this time, suspecting that she heard wrongly.

This Song Xiaoran doesn't even know Zhang Minghao? Zhou Ruifeng frowned and explained: "Zhang Minghao is the popular person in front of Lu Yunhui and the actual decision-maker."

For a moment, Song Xiaoran didn't know what to say, so she could only reply with one word: "Oh".

What is this reaction? Zhou Ruifeng didn't think about it, so he could only ignore Song Xiaoran and look at Zhao Shaokang: "Zhang Minghao has made it clear that the superiors want me to take over."

Before Zhao Shaokang spoke, Song Xiaoran nodded: "Then you can take over."

Faced with Song Xiaoran, who did not follow the routine at all, Zhou Ruifeng was immediately confused: "Mr. Song, what do you mean? Mr. Zhao, do Mr. Song's words represent you?"

Zhao Shaokang smiled and nodded, and the chair moved back slightly to express his attitude.

Song Xiaoran directly used his trump card:

"If you take over the department store, then we will jointly build a steel plant and build a new large-scale building materials trading market in the southern suburbs to form a new model for manufacturers to directly face downstream users."