Yuan Zichen closed his eyes, imagining what Qiao Qiqi would do if she were him. After a while, when he opened his eyes, a trace of fierceness flashed through them!
He picked up his phone and replied, "I’ve thought it through. I agree to your proposal. When will I et with President Zhou?"
"That’s more like it. As long as you agree, President Zhou can et at any ti. I’ll check if he has ti tonight." Father Yuan saw his son finally relent, and greed appeared in his eyes!
He seed to see countless money flying towards him!
President Zhou said that as long as he persuaded Yuan Zichen to follow him, he’d give him one hundred million!
A hundred million, that’s money he had never seen!
Soon, Yuan Zichen received a ssage from his father saying that President Zhou had specially postponed an important appointnt to et him tonight for detailed discussions.
A sarcastic smile flashed in Yuan Zichen’s eyes. He called his agent to help arrange tonight’s matters.
After hearing Yuan Zichen’s words, the agent was uncertain and reported to Chen Zhen, who consulted Qiao Qiqi. Upon learning of Yuan Zichen’s plan, Qiao Qiqi finally had a glimr of a smile in her eyes; fortunately, he didn’t disappoint her.
"Do as he says," Qiao Qiqi instructed Chen Zhen and told him to ensure Yuan Zichen’s safety.
Yuan Zichen is now the company’s money maker and is utterly loyal to the company. How many people have tried to poach this popular idol, yet Yuan Zichen rejected them without hesitation!
He knew Yuan Zichen did this because of Qiao Qiqi, but it didn’t matter. As long as he remained unresponsive, that would be enough. Whoever dared to touch his money maker was courting death!
Eight o’clock in the evening.
Yuan Zichen arrived on ti for the appointnt and saw the man who disgusted him, his biological father, at the door.
"Why are you only here now? The appointnt was for eight o’clock, it’s already past eight. President Zhou has been here for a while," Father Yuan, whose leg had healed but left a slight disability, walked a bit awkwardly.
"We agreed on eight o’clock. I arrived at eight!" Yuan Zichen replied coldly, his handso face filled with indifference.
Father Yuan only thought of his own interests, not noticing the usually warm face of his son now filled with cold indifference, with eyes so cold they seed to emit a chill.
"Alright, alright, let’s hurry up and go." Father Yuan tried to grab him, but he easily avoided it.
Over the years, Yuan Zichen didn’t idle; he was accompanied by a martial arts coach, practicing during his leisure ti. Now, three or five n were no match for him.
Father Yuan didn’t push further; after all, since he was here, escaping President Zhou would be difficult.
Previously, President Zhou couldn’t succeed because Yuan Zichen never gave an opportunity, always surrounded by people and following a very tight schedule.
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Inside the private room, President Zhou had long grown impatient waiting. He was over fifty, with a bulging belly, and despite his best efforts to dress up, he looked repulsive.
As Yuan Zichen entered, President Zhou’s gaze fixated on him; fragrant, truly fragrant—not to ntion how stunning the appearance was, even the skin was smoother than a woman’s, tempting one to reach out and touch.
Yuan Zichen’s expression was indifferent; he sat down and asked, "What terms does President Zhou plan to offer to poach ? Other companies have offered up to three hundred million, but I haven’t agreed. I only ca out of respect for my father. How much does President Zhou intend to offer?"
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