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

Chapter 91 Director Shen, isn't it inappropriate to invite a man into your room so late at night?

But Cheng Wanhua is telling a different version now.

A version that is favorable to him.

Wen Guoliang did not expose him.

He leaned back in his chair, his expression turning serious.

"Boss Cheng, are you saying that Wang Guanxi stole your factory?"

"Exactly!" Cheng Wanhua slapped his thigh. "He took advantage of my vulnerability! My factory is worth at least ten million, and he took it for two million! What is this if not robbery?"

Wen Guoliang frowned and put on a sympathetic expression.

"This is outrageous. He's your stepson, how could he do such a thing?"

"That's for sure!" Cheng Wanhua's voice grew increasingly agitated. "I've worked in the garment industry for over a decade. What hardships haven't I endured? All the little bit of wealth I painstakingly built up was snatched away by him!"

"And now? He owns a company, buys luxury cars, and lives in a big house. And me? I don't even have a job!"

Wen Guoliang picked up his teacup and slowly took a sip.

"Boss Cheng, how would you like me to help you?"

Cheng Wanhua's eyes lit up immediately.

"Mr. Wen, I know you and Wang Guanxi don't get along. His Chongxi brand in Jiangcheng is stealing Meiwei's business."

Wen Guoliang didn't speak, but his eyes changed.

Cheng Wanhua continued, "President Wen, I have a way to deal with him. I've lived with him for over ten years, and I know everything about him. Just give me a chance, and I'm sure I can bring him down!"

Wen Guoliang did not rush to express his opinion.

He picked up his teacup and took another sip.

He was weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

Cheng Wanhua is a greedy, selfish, and unscrupulous person.

If he can betray Wang Guanxi today, he can betray Meiwei tomorrow.

This kind of person, if used well, can be a knife; if used poorly, can cut your own hand.

But now, he needs this knife.

"Boss Cheng," Wen Guoliang put down his teacup, "if you're really willing to step up and help me, I won't treat you unfairly."

Cheng Wanhua's eyes lit up even more.

"Mr. Wen, don't worry, I'll definitely handle things perfectly!"

Jiangcheng.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Shen Qingxue's stomach growled.

She glanced down and realized that she had only had a cup of coffee at noon and hadn't eaten anything else.

It's completely dark now.

She sat up, rubbed her eyes, and prepared to go to the bathroom to wash her face before going out to find something to eat.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

"Ding-dong~~"

Shen Qingxue was stunned for a moment.

Who would come at this hour?

She didn't have many friends in Jiangcheng.

She walked to the door and peeked out through the peephole.

He froze completely.

There was a person standing outside the door.

It's Wang Guanxi!

Shen Qingxue's mind went blank for a moment.

How did he know I lived here?

Why is he here?

What does he want from me?

A barrage of thoughts exploded in her mind, and it took her several seconds to come to her senses.

The doorbell rang again.

Shen Qingxue took a deep breath and opened the door.

When Wang Guanxi saw her, he was clearly taken aback.

Shen Qingxue's eyes were swollen like walnuts, her nose was red, and her makeup was a complete mess.

Her hair was messy and her clothes were wrinkled.

She was a completely different person from the sophisticated and capable marketing director she was during the day.

Wang Guanxi quickly looked away and smiled.

"Director Shen, you're probably still up, aren't you?"

"I brought you some late-night snacks. I bought them from the best barbecue stall in Jiangcheng. I don't know if you'll like them."

After saying that, Wang Guanxi picked up the bag in his hand and shook it.

Just then, Shen Qingxue's stomach rumbled again.

The sound wasn't loud, but the corridor was quiet, and both of them heard it.

Wang Guanxi's lips curled slightly, but he didn't laugh out loud.

Shen Qingxue's face turned a little red, but she quickly recovered.

She looked at him, her mind racing.

Earlier today, she had been rejected by both Lu Mingyuan and Jiang Yinan.

The reasons for both of their refusal were related to the person in front of them.

Lu Mingyuan said, "I've only ever met one boss like Mr. Wang."

Jiang Yinan said, "President Wang gave me the greatest authority. You guys at Meiwei are too outdated."

Shen Qingxue was wondering at the time, what kind of person is Wang Guanxi?

It can make a CEO refuse a 30% pay raise.

It can make a designer not even want to listen to three minutes on the phone, and directly say "You guys are so outdated".

This person is now standing right in front of her.

Wearing a white T-shirt and carrying a barbecue bag, he looked like an ordinary young man.

If you didn't know, you'd never guess that he's the owner of the recently popular online clothing brand, [Chongxi].

Shen Qingxue turned to the side to welcome her.

"Thank you, Mr. Wang. Please come in."

Upon hearing this, Wang Guanxi joked, "Director Shen, isn't it a bit inappropriate to invite a man into a room so late at night?"

Shen Qingxue glanced at him.

"Mr. Wang, is it really appropriate for you to knock on a single woman's door so late at night?"

Wang Guanxi was momentarily speechless, then laughed.

"Too."

He went into the room and put the bag on the table.

Shen Qingxue closed the door, walked over, and sat down in the chair.

Wang Guanxi opened the bag and took out the items one by one.

Grilled lamb skewers, grilled chicken wings, grilled eggplant, and six cans of Tsingtao beer.

"I didn't know if you could handle spicy food, so I asked the owner to put in less spice."

Looking at the barbecue, Shen Qingxue suddenly felt a lump in her throat.

Perhaps she was moved, or perhaps she suddenly realized that she hadn't been treated like this in a long time.

There were no check-ups, no questioning, and no distrust like "I'm worried about you being so beautiful."

It's just a simple thing: bring some food and ask if you've eaten.

"Thank you," Shen Qingxue said.

Wang Guanxi sat down opposite him, opened a can of beer, took a sip, and then asked, feigning ignorance, "Director Shen, what have you been busy with today?"

Shen Qingxue picked up a skewer of mutton and took a bite.

I chewed it twice and swallowed it.

"Poach your people."

Unsurprisingly, Wang Guanxi smiled.

"Did you find it?"

No. Both refused.

"You're really unfortunate."

Shen Qingxue glanced at him, unsure whether to cry or laugh.

This person speaks in a way that is different from everyone she has met in the mall.

No pretense, no beating around the bush, no hiding anything.

Say whatever comes to mind.

"Mr. Wang, aren't you afraid I'll keep digging?"

Wang Guanxi leaned back in his chair and smiled.

"You can't dig it up."

"So confident?"

"It's not about confidence. It's something I gave them that you can't."

"What?"

Wang Guanxi glanced at her.

"trust."

Shen Qingxue opened her mouth, then closed it again.

She recalled what Lu Mingyuan had said: "General Manager Wang said, 'Come here, and the factory will be handed over to you. How it's run is up to you.'"

I'm reminded of what Jiang Yinan said: "President Wang gave me the most authority. I can choose the fabric, decide the style, and dictate the color."

trust.

These two words are easy to say but difficult to do.

Meiwei cannot do it.

Wen Guoliang couldn't do it.

So she can't do it either.

Shen Qingxue picked up her beer and took a big gulp.

The icy liquid poured down my throat, but I didn't feel any relief at all.