12dz Chapter 15 What do you have to fight me with?
Chapter 15 What do you have to fight me with?
Thirty-two missed calls, over forty unread messages...
Xia Lan held her phone, her brows furrowed. Duanmu Cong had been trying to contact her, but she didn't want to reply or respond... Just thinking about how he was on top of another woman at the bar last night made her feel disgusted.
The sunlight had filled the entire room. She looked out the window; the sunlight was just right.
The other side of the bed was empty; Wen Shiyu had gone to work early in the morning. Xia Lan touched the spot where Xiaoyu had slept, as if trying to find her body temperature.
She sat on the bed for a while, feeling dizzy and disoriented. She had drunk too much last night and couldn't remember anything except that Ah Cong had chased after her and she had slapped him...
Xiaoyu personally demonstrated her cocktail-making skills and stayed with her until she was completely drunk...
Xia Lan rubbed her head, trying hard to recall... Suddenly, her mind went blank, and she quickly lifted the blanket to look. The sheets and blankets were neat and clean, not like they had been used for pleasure. Her pajamas were also neatly arranged.
She let out a long sigh. Everything felt both real and unreal; she must have been having a wet dream. Ah, how embarrassing! How could she have had a wet dream about Wen Shiyu!
Xia Lan blushed to the roots of her neck. She covered her face and rubbed it to calm herself down.
I got up, walked out of Wen Shiyu's room, and felt a little hungry. I glanced at the kitchen without thinking.
"Honorable guest, you're awake. Breakfast has been prepared for you as instructed by the host. Please proceed to the dining room!" The sudden AI voice startled Xia Lan.
What followed was a warm feeling in my heart.
Lu He sneezed at that moment. Hmm, she rubbed her nose and thought to herself that Duanmu Cong and Wen Yiming must have been cursing her behind her back.
"President Wen, we've found a factory that can expedite the production of the goods from Duanmu Group... Should we adjust the promotional prices? Should we engage in a price war?" Xiao Hu, the project manager in charge of this event, asked anxiously.
"No need, they can't participate in this event!" Lu He smiled confidently.
“But Mr. Wen…” Xiao Hu still seemed worried.
“I know what I’m doing. Just follow the original plan and do the event planning. Go on…” Lu He waved his hand, indicating that he could leave.
As for the relationships between the characters in the comic, Lu He only knew about the main characters' relationships and their respective confidants. He didn't really know much about the supporting characters, so it was best not to explain them too clearly.
Based on my previous experience watching dramas, I've seen plenty of stupid villains who reveal their entire plan and then get caught off guard and tricked into revealing information with just a few words. How can someone with such low intelligence be a villain?
Lu He scoffed; she wasn't that stupid.
Duanmu Cong had already transferred the funds to Erickson's account. The contract on the table finally allowed him to relax. Sitting in his boss's chair, he repeatedly opened his phone and began to think about why Xia Lan refused to contact him.
He stared at the unresponsive message board, feeling inexplicably irritated.
When I dialed the number again, the other party was busy.
"Fine, you can block me then." Duanmu Cong's handsome face was filled with anger.
He got up, grabbed his car keys, hesitated for a moment, and then left the office.
On the other side, Wen Yiming treated Eriksson to local delicacies, and the two chatted happily.
“I just invested in this factory for fun. I’d be happy to have you as a shareholder. I could be a hands-off boss, traveling all over China without having to manage anything.” Erikson praised the Chinese food while pulling out a contract: “We’re brothers, I trust you. If you’re willing to be in management and do this hard work, give me another 200,000, and I’ll give you 51% of the shares. The condition is that I only take profit share and don’t manage anything. What do you think?”
Wen Yiming's eyes widened in disbelief. Such a good thing! This factory was worth at least 500,000 yuan. He only needed to invest 200,000 yuan to gain absolute control. Was Eriksson crazy?
Eriksson understood his look, patted him on the shoulder, and said in a nonchalant tone, "Yiming, you know what kind of family I come from. I don't care about that little bit of money."
That's true. When I was studying in the UK, I knew that Erikson was a well-known rich kid at the school.
"I'm not a very ambitious person. I just like to travel the world. I invested in this factory because I want to establish a base in China. I have a reason not to go back here, right?" Erickson continued to tempt Wen Yiming: "How about you invest 100,000 yuan? Just 100,000 yuan. The factory is yours. I only want dividends and my freedom. What do you think?"
Wen Yiming was deeply tempted. Although he didn't have the power to control the Wen Group, he could easily come up with a mere 100,000 yuan.
“Once you sign, you can oversee the factory orders. I don’t want to waste time here. I want to travel to other places. China is so big, and there are still so many places I haven’t been to.” Erickson pointed to the contract on the table: “The factory, workers, and machines are all there. You just need to go to the factory to supervise regularly. It’s very simple.”
As he spoke, Eriksson produced a draft equity transfer agreement, which looked very sincere and like a great deal.
Without further hesitation, Wen Yiming immediately signed the contract, transferred 100,000 yuan to Erickson, and officially became the factory's manager and major shareholder.
Now that he has the factory, he will naturally do everything in his power to help Duanmu Cong win this battle. Wen Shiyu, you're doomed to lose this time! This time, I'll show you what respect for elders really means!