Gu Nuan recalled the interview with Mrs. Zhao, which ntioned that besides being an expert in red wine due to managing her own vineyard, Mrs. Zhao was also touched upon as an investor with a unique vision.
As the matriarch of the family, she was like the last wall standing behind her husband and son, shielding them from external attacks.
Behind every successful man is a powerful woman, and this statent was absolutely true when describing Mrs. Zhao.
The secret to Zhao Corporation’s ability to keep breathing without falling was that Mrs. Zhao was an expert in foreign exchange trading, a fact not known to the outside world.
Due to RMB controls, Mrs. Zhao’s foreign exchange activities were mostly conducted overseas. With Zhao Corporation’s business spanning the globe, it beca natural for Mrs. Zhao to use various foreign exchange differences to earn additional profits for the company, ensuring that there were no losing businesses as long as it was done well.
Gu Nuan could describe Mrs. Zhao with one term: the "Mrs. Watanabe" of China.
However, the life or death of a business certainly depends most on the brand.
No matter how skilled Mrs. Zhao was in foreign exchange trading, without the value created by the enterprise itself as the foundation, it was utterly useless. Unsurprisingly, Mrs. Zhao found herself in a dilemma.
This morning, Zhao Zirong and his father took a car to visit a renowned local coffee master, looking for a breakthrough. To have the local community accept the Zhao Family’s goodwill, they needed a local influencer’s endorsent. Only then could the Zhao Family survive locally and create their own new coffee products.
However, with the Zhao father and son already ensnared in soone else’s trap, the likelihood of their success was nearly a complete question mark.
Gu Nuan herself was skeptical and not optimistic about it.
Building trust between people is hard enough, let alone establishing trust with people of another nation when your initial trust has already been greatly compromised by others. Is that even possible?
No!
The group, having finished dinner around ten at night, waited together, growing anxious as the ti passed, and they instructed soone to make a phone call.
Zhao ngjin sat in the corner, her teeth clenched tightly, her hands twisted together.
After the news ca back, it was, as expected, not good. Reportedly, they hadn’t t the person they intended to et, got lost on the way, and then the car broke down. Zhao Zirong, his father, and their driver, not wanting to alarm the won waiting for them at the hotel, had walked for a day before finding transportation back.
Mrs. Zhao’s hand holding the phone trembled involuntarily.
Xiao Yebai said, "Auntie, it’s most important that everyone is safe."
"Right," Mrs. Zhao affird his words, her spirit reviving, "The most important thing is that everyone is safe."
As she said this, her gaze went to Zhao ngjin.
After all, they couldn’t let the child lose her father after already having lost her mother.
The group continued their arduous wait for nearly two more hours, and due to Brazil’s large territory and inconvenient transportation,
the Zhao father and son returned to the hotel at just past midnight.
Both n were covered in gri and dust, and Zhao Zirong had lost one of his leather shoes and had walked back with one bare foot.
"Dad, Grandfather—" This ti, upon seeing her family, Zhao ngjin called out to them.
Zhao Zirong was also startled, unprepared for his daughter to be there.
The disheveled state of his own appearance almost gave Zhao Zirong the urge to hide away.
Gasping for air, Zhao’s father asked, "When did you get here?" Then he noticed Xiao Yebai, and his tired, defeated face suddenly brightened as if seeing sunlight, he smiled and said, "Yebai is here—"
This showed how important the young man was to Mr. and Mrs. Zhao.
Mrs. Zhao approached her husband and son, saying, "Yebai brought his wife with him. I just had a talk with them, and I think you both should listen too, yes, wash your faces first, and then hear what Gu Nuan has to say."
Gu Nuan?
The Zhao father and son blinked, turning their gaze to the delicate face beside Xiao Yebai.
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