Earning 100 million a day, yet trapped in a county town.

Chapter 90 Cheng Wanhua: President Wen, you have to help me!

Shen Qingxue returned to her hotel room in a daze.

Before I could even put my bag down, my phone rang again.

Shen Qingxue picked it up and took a look.

It is Wen Guoliang.

She took a deep breath and answered the call.

"Mr. Wen."

"What's the situation with Lu Mingyuan?"

Shen Qingxue gritted her teeth.

"I refused."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"Jiang Yinan also refused?"

"right."

"What the hell are you?!"

Wen Guoliang's voice exploded, crackling like firecrackers.

"What did you say before you went? 'Don't worry, Mr. Wen, I'm confident.' Confident? Did you eat your words?!"

Shen Qingxue bit her lip and remained silent.

"Two people can't even dig that far! Useless!"

"What's the point of keeping someone as useless as you? Do you think I'm paying you a salary so you can go on vacation to Jiangcheng?"

"Three days! I'm giving you three more days! If you can't poach Meiwei's core team within three days, don't come back! Get out!"

"Beep beep beep..."

""

The phone hangs up.

Shen Qingxue held up her phone, her hand trembling with grievance.

She slowly lowered her arm, and the phone slipped from her hand and fell onto the bed.

She sat on the edge of the bed, head down, looking at the pattern on the carpet.

My eyes started to redden.

Then tears started falling.

One drop, two drops, three drops.

More and more are falling out.

Shen Qingxue buried her face in the pillow and cried.

From initially sobbing quietly, to later bursting into loud crying.

His shoulders were shrugging, and his pillow was soaked.

She wasn't crying for Lu Mingyuan, nor for Jiang Yinan.

She was crying for herself.

After preparing for so long and putting in so much effort, nothing was accomplished in the end.

Lu Mingyuan's plans were ruined by Dong Xiaocheng's phone call.

Jiang Yinan was even more ruthless; he dismissed her in just three minutes without even meeting her.

Wen Guoliang called her useless and trash.

She admitted it.

Because she did not complete the task.

But she felt wronged.

She really did her best.

She revised the script eight times, prepared the materials for an entire night, and even researched what design style Jiang Yinan liked in advance.

The results of it?

One person's comment, "Your clothes at Meiwei are so outdated," shut her down completely.

Shen Qingxue cried for a long time.

After she had cried all her tears, she just lay there, motionless.

After an unknown amount of time, the phone screen lit up.

She turned her head and glanced at it.

It was a WeChat message from Dong Xiaocheng.

Shen Qingxue stared at those three words for several seconds.

Then she reached for her phone and pressed the power button.

Seven years have passed; she's had enough.

Shen Qingxue suddenly made up her mind to break up with Dong Xiaocheng as soon as she got back.

She tossed her phone aside and rolled over to lie on her back.

The lights were off.

The curtains were drawn, so no light came in, and the room was pitch black.

She just lay there, not thinking about anything, not doing anything.

M&A headquarters office.

"Bang!"

Wen Guoliang slammed his phone onto the desk, screen down, with a dull thud.

He leaned back in his chair, his chest heaving, his face so dark it looked like it could drip water.

Shen Qingxue is such a useless piece of trash. Before she went, she patted her chest and said, "Don't worry, President Wen, I'm confident," and what happened?

Not a single person was dug up.

Wen Guoliang picked up his teacup, took a sip, and found that the tea had gone cold. He then slammed the cup down on the table with a "bang".

He'd been in this line of work for over twenty years and had never felt so frustrated.

A small, struggling brand in a small county town, and a young man in his early twenties, managed to cause him to suffer losses twice.

The first time Wen Wubin's incident became a trending topic, it damaged Meiwei's brand image, and he spent 800,000 yuan to suppress the heat.

The second time, they hired someone to smear Chongxi's quality, but Wang Guanxi held a live stream and created a "transparent factory." Not only did it not collapse, but sales tripled.

Now they can't even dig people out of the area.

Wen Guoliang took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

He was thinking about what to do next.

Just then, there was a knock on the office door.

"Knock knock knock".

"Come in." Wen Guoliang's voice was a little hoarse.

Secretary Xiao Zhou pushed open the door and came in, holding a folder in her hand, looking somewhat hesitant.

"Mr. Wen, the receptionist said someone is looking for you."

"Who?"

He said his name was Cheng Wanhua. He also said that he was Wang Guanxi's stepfather.

Wen Guoliang's eyes snapped open.

He sat up straight and stared at Xiao Zhou.

"Who?"

Cheng Wanhua, Wang Guanxi's stepfather.

Wen Guoliang remained silent.

His mind was racing.

He recognized the name Cheng Wanhua.

The owner of Chengda Garment Factory, one of the previous batch of OEM factories of Meiwei.

When Meiwei partnered with Chengda, they didn't pay a deposit, and when the goods arrived, they didn't pay, ultimately breaching the contract.

Cheng Wanhua's cash flow dried up, he borrowed money from loan sharks, and was beaten and hospitalized.

Later I heard that Chengda Garment Factory was acquired by Wang Guanxi.

Now Cheng Wanhua is coming to find him?

Wen Guoliang's lips slowly curled up.

"Let him in."

"OK."

Xiao Zhou turned and left.

When Cheng Wanhua walked into the office, Wen Guoliang looked him up and down.

He was in his forties, wearing a wrinkled polo shirt, his hair was messy, and his face showed an indescribable weariness.

He was a completely different person from the spirited boss I met at Chengda Garment Factory a few years ago.

Wen Guoliang stood up, a smile spreading across his face, and extended his hand.

"Boss Cheng, it's been a long time."

Cheng Wanhua quickly grasped his hand, bent over, and smiled somewhat obsequiously.

"Mr. Wen, I'm sorry to bother you."

"Sit down, sit down, don't stand."

Wen Guoliang pointed to the chair opposite him and sat down first.

Cheng Wanhua sat down opposite him, with his hands on his knees and only half of the chair on his bottom.

He looks a little nervous.

Wen Guoliang poured him a cup of tea, speaking in a calm and unhurried tone.

"Boss Cheng, what brings you here today?"

Cheng Wanhua picked up his teacup, took a sip, put it down, and rubbed his hands together.

"Mr. Wen, to be honest, I've come here today to ask you for a favor."

"What kind of help? Tell me."

Cheng Wanhua gritted his teeth and began to pour out his grievances.

"Mr. Wen, as you know, my Chengda Garment Factory cooperated with Meiwei a few years ago. Later—later there were some problems, and the factory went bankrupt."

Wen Guoliang hummed in response but didn't reply.

Cheng Wanhua continued, speaking faster and faster.

"I accepted the factory's closure. But my stepson, Wang Guanxi, came back from Shanghai saying he wanted to help me, and what happened?"

He paused, then raised his voice a few octaves.

"He tricked me into transferring the factory to him! He said he'd help me pay off my loan sharks, and then the factory would belong to him. But after I signed the papers, I discovered that I was the one who actually paid off those loan sharks, and I had no obligation to give him the factory at all!"

Wen Guoliang picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said nothing.

He knew it perfectly well.

What Cheng Wanhua said is completely different from the facts.

How did Chengda go bankrupt?

Cheng Wanhua received a large order from Meiwei and advanced funds for production. When Meiwei defaulted, Cheng Wanhua's cash flow was disrupted, and it borrowed money from Hun Sen at high interest rates.

Wang Guanxi helped him pay off two million, on the condition that Chengda Garment Factory be transferred.

Cheng Wanhua agreed, took the money, and then immediately went back on his word.

Later, they even led a group of people to the entrance of Wang Guanxi's company to display banners, scolding him for not supporting his mother.

Wen Guoliang had already investigated these matters.