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Xiaomei was also frightened: "Then he won't remember the trouble you made just now, and the project won't be given to you."

The fat man secretly said something bad and was a little worried.

Fatty is a contractor, nicknamed Fat Hong, who originally owned a small construction company.

In the past two months, Liu Changgui's Guihe Construction has expanded significantly and directly acquired Pang Hong's construction company.

Pang Hong was also happy to lean against the big tree to enjoy the shade. He was able to complete the projects one after another without any worries and made a lot of money.

He had an uncle in HK, and it was much more convenient to travel to HK, so he took Xiaomi to visit HK. Unexpectedly, he met Zhao Shaokang and Song Xiaoran directly on the plane, and they had a conflict.

He naturally understood that the reason why life was so good now was because of the two gods of wealth, Zhao Shaokang and Song Xiaoran.

The Liujiazhuang Industrial Park, Xinxin Group decoration, and the department store renovation that is already in progress were all donated by others.

The more Pang Hong thought about it, the more he regretted it. If he had known this, he would have just kept it at home. He took Xiaomi to show off his wealth to his uncle.

The more Pang Hong looked at Xiaomei, the more annoyed he became. He originally thought that her thin waist and round butt belonged to Mr. Wang, but he never expected that she was so unlucky.

Xiaomei covered her face, but she was recalling Zhao Shaokang's handsome face and strong figure just now. She glanced at Fat Hong, whose belly must have reached the front seat next to her, and glanced at him with disdain.

The plane finally took off.

After experiencing the discomfort of his heart rising to his throat and being unable to vomit, Zhao Shaokang unbuckled his seat belt and looked back at his mother. Although her face was pale, she was smiling and looked normal, and she felt at peace. a lot of.

The flight attendant from just now also came over and said with a smile: "Excuse me, sir, madam, what drinks do you need? We have red wine, whiskey, orange juice, mineral water..."

"Two glasses of orange juice."

Zhao Shaokang took it, took a sip, and calmed down.

"It's time to recover!" Song Xiaoran said with a smile on his face.

Zhao Shaokang looked puzzled: "What's the matter? What happened to me just now!"

Song Xiaoran glanced at him with disdain and was too lazy to mention his weak look just now. He casually talked about work and asked him to slow down:
"How was your conversation with Song Xiran?"

Sure enough, when it came to work, Zhao Shaokang completely calmed down and returned to his usual appearance:

"It didn't go well. Song Xiran opened her mouth and hinted that if we don't meet her conditions, she will take further actions."

Song Xiaoran sneered: "It's quite extraordinary that Lu Yunhui asked her to take charge of the layoff negotiations for old employees."

Zhao Shaokang nodded silently, they really didn't expect it.

Zhang Minghao officially resigned last week and now serves as the general manager of the development department of Xinxin Group.

Later, Lu Yunhui actually hired Song Xiran, who had dropped out of school, as his special assistant to help him deal with the aftermath of the department store's old employees.

In fact, Zhao Shaokang and Song Xiaoran have already proposed a very generous solution for the old employees:

They selected some people with outstanding performance and enthusiasm to stay and entrusted them with important tasks. For example, Xu Chu, who used to work at the communications counter, has now been promoted to sales manager, responsible for communications-related business.

Some old people who were just hanging around gave them two options. Those who were capable could contract the food court or clothing and small commodity stalls in Xinxin Shopping Plaza, and the company would directly waive the first year's rent. If you are not capable, just take N+3 months’ salary and leave. Then Song Xiran, the representative sent by Lu Yunhui, completely disagreed and insisted that all old employees should stay in the new mall, and no one should be left behind.

This undoubtedly touched Song Xiaoran's bottom line. She didn't want to leave behind a group of employees who hung around all day and looked like uncles when meeting customers.

But Song Xiran's reason is indeed high-sounding, in order to protect the rights and interests of employees and protect them from unscrupulous bosses.

Song Xiaoran understood that she was causing trouble with him, but he really didn't think of a good way to deal with it.

Song Xiaoran had an idea: "It's better to talk to Lu Yunhui directly."

Zhao Shaokang thought for a moment and nodded: "Indeed. It doesn't matter to Song Xiran that the project is blocked, it is Lu Yunhui's interests that are harmed."

Song Xiaoran nodded and said: "Yes, so talk to Lu Yunhui. Discuss a plan with him and let him deal with the difficult Song Xiran."

Zhao Shaokang felt a little helpless when he heard this. Song Xiran had grown up together, but he didn't know why he was now completely on the opposite side of them.

He was silent for a while, with a cruel look on his face. Since Song Xiran chose to be an enemy, Zhao Shaokang would not choose to be considerate of human feelings and be merciful.

"Let Song Xiran do it first. The more she jumps, the more Lu Yunhui can't sit still. If we continue to push the boat along, the first one who can't tolerate her will be Lu Yunhui."
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Zhao Shaokang and Song Xiaoran stood on the balcony of the HK Spring Hotel suite, with the famous Victoria Harbor below.

Fortunately for Song Xiaoran, she has become accustomed to this kind of feasting and skyscrapers. In her original world, there must be at least 10 cities in China as prosperous as HK.

It is even more advanced than HK in some infrastructure.

But Zhao Shaokang and Zhao’s mother Xia Xianglu have never seen it before. It’s like walking into TV. It’s no exaggeration to say that from the moment you get off the plane, it’s like Grandma Liu walking into the Grand View Garden.

Zhao's mother and Xia Xianglu's voices kept coming and going. Zhao Shaokang was also shocked by the colorful world in front of him, but he hid it in his heart and did not show it.

"Xiao Ran, tell me, when did our city look like this?" Zhao Shaokang looked out the window, fascinated.

"Actually, this is not good. It's all steel and cement." Song Xiaoran muttered in a low voice, and then said, "It would have taken about thirty years for us to develop like this."

"Thirty years, it's very fast." Zhao Shaokang still had some doubts in his eyes, "Why do you say, originally?"

Song Xiaoran smiled and said: "Because of us!"

Zhao Shaokang was very happy to hear this answer: "Yes, we have it. How about completing it half a year ahead of schedule, in 29 and a half years?"

Song Xiaoran was amused by him and teased: "So ambitious and full of confidence! I admire you!"

The two were teasing each other when the doorbell rang.

Zhao Shaokang walked to the door and looked out through the peephole. Outside the house was a tall and thin young man, wearing a red suit. His eyes were very thin and bright. He had earrings on his ears and a ponytail on the back of his head. He looked a little strange. .

Zhao Shaokang frowned. The man's face gave him a familiar feeling, but he was sure that he didn't know anyone with such strange and strange clothes.

"Who is it?" Song Xiaoran asked curiously when Zhao Shaokang didn't open the door.

Zhao Shaokang didn't want to get involved with such a messy person at all: "I don't know him. I'll drive him away right away."

"Who are you trying to drive away? Zhao Shaokang?"