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Chen Mo stopped and looked at the other person again.

The middle-aged man in front of me was about forty-seven or forty-eight years old. Perhaps due to lack of rest over the past few days, he looked tired, and a few strands of white hair had appeared at his temples.

Chen Mo quickly recognized him.

Wen Shaowen.

Wen Zhixia's father.

In his previous life, Chen Mo met Wen Shaowen twice.

One of them was at a dinner party before Chen Jing graduated.

Wen Shaowen came to pick up his daughter from school and treated Chen Jing and a few of her close classmates to dinner.

He was impeccably dressed in a suit, spoke gently, and took several business calls during the meal, appearing to be a very successful businessman.

Later, Chen Mo went to Kyoto to visit his sister and met her again at a dinner party.

The two did not have a deep conversation. Chen Mo only knew that Wen Zhixia's father ran his own company and that the family was well-off.

As for what the company does, how big it is, and what it has been through, he has never specifically sought to know.

At that time, Chen Mo was still struggling in the stock market and had no time to worry about others.

However, the Wen Shaowen of today is clearly different from the composed businessman he remembers.

He was carrying a briefcase and was bowing slightly as he listened to the man next to him.

It's clear he needs something from someone.

"know?"

Gu Zhaoyi noticed Chen Mo's gaze.

Lu Jingyi and Tang You also stopped in their tracks.

"I've seen the one on the right before," Chen Mo said without hiding anything. "He's my sister's roommate's father."

Lu Jingyi's eyes flickered slightly.

She followed Chen Mo's gaze and looked over.

Gu Zhaoyi then looked at the man next to Wen Shaowen.

"I know the other one."

Yang Hongda is the deputy general manager of Huaneng Intelligent Control, in charge of marketing and supply chain.

"Huaneng Intelligent Control is a company controlled by our industrial investment sector."

Chen Mo asked, "Can he decide on external suppliers?"

"He's in charge of the initial shortlisting." Gu Zhaoyi understood Chen Mo's meaning: "Is he trying to secure the Huaneng Intelligent Control project?"

"It seems so."

On the other side of the lobby, Yang Hongda, dressed in his overcoat, looked indifferent.

Two observant subordinates followed behind him and stepped forward. One of them carried an exquisite wooden liquor box, while the other skillfully took a freshly opened bottle of high-proof liquor and three decanters from the table and poured them full on the spot.

"President Wen," Yang Hongda glanced at his watch, his tone indifferent, "I've reviewed your Zhixing Digital Technology's proposal. It's full of technical jargon, but in terms of sincerity, I think it's far from satisfactory."

Wen Shaowen smiled ingratiatingly: "President Yang, if there's any part of the plan that doesn't meet the requirements, we can continue to revise it."

"Stop bringing up the plan," Yang Hongda's subordinate chimed in, pointing to the three overflowing wine glasses. "Tonight, President Yang canceled other dinners specifically to see you; he's shown you plenty of sincerity."

"President Wen, finish these three glasses. We can discuss the framework agreement inclusion later."

The three dispensing containers together hold more than half a jin (250ml) of high-proof liquor.

Wen Shaowen's stomach was already burning with pain from trying to keep this God of Wealth company all night.

Looking at the clear, pungent liquor in front of him, he instinctively felt nauseous.

Kezhixing Digital Technology has not received any major orders for three consecutive months. The company's more than 70 employees are waiting for their salaries, and the upfront R&D expenses, rent, and bank loan interest are weighing heavily on them.

Huaneng Smart Control's industrial energy management framework for next year is the only lifeline he can grasp at the moment.

Wen Shaowen looked at the three glasses of wine, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he gritted his teeth, raising his hand: "Alright! Thank you, President Yang, for giving Zhixing this opportunity to prove himself."

The moment my fingertips touched the decanter, a hand suddenly reached out from the side and pressed down on the glass.

"Uncle Wen," Chen Mo's voice came through, "You've had enough tonight. If you drink another half a jin, your stomach won't be able to handle it."

Wen Shaowen was taken aback.

He looked up and saw a young face.

"Who are you……"

"Chen Mo."

Chen Mo proactively reminded him, "Chen Jing's younger brother."

The doubt in Wen Shaowen's eyes quickly turned into surprise: "You're Chen Mo?"

He had heard this name from his daughter more than once.

Wen Zhixia initially only said that Chen Jing's younger brother had come to Kyoto and that she was taking him out to play.

Later, he mentioned Chen Mo more and more often, and his tone gradually changed.

However, Wen Shaowen was too busy with work to actually meet him in person.

He never imagined that their first meeting would be in such a setting.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came over with a few friends to sit for a while."

Yang Hongda frowned: "President Wen, who is this?"

"My daughter's friend's younger brother."

Wen Shaowen realized what was happening and quickly lowered his voice to say to Chen Mo, "Xiao Mo, your uncle is talking about work, it's nothing."

He wanted to pick up the wine glass again.

Chen Mo didn't let go: "Can the ownership of a technical solution be decided simply by drinking?"

Yang Hongda's face instantly darkened.

Having reached his current position, he naturally wouldn't lose his basic manners in front of a supplier.

However, being questioned to his face by a young man he didn't know still made him feel uncomfortable.

"Young man, business cooperation is not as simple as you think. The wine was Mr. Wen's own choice, and the project will be decided according to normal procedures."

"Since the project is decided according to the process, these three cups are even more unnecessary," Chen Mo continued.

Just as Yang Hongda was about to speak, his gaze suddenly passed over Chen Mo and fell on Gu Zhaoyi, who was walking slowly towards him.

His expression changed: "President Gu?"

Huaneng Intelligent Control is a holding company of Huaneng Industrial Investment, and Gu Zhaoyi works in the strategic investment department. Her position is among the top in Huaneng Industrial Investment, not to mention her background.

"Mr. Yang."

Gu Zhaoyi walked to the table and glanced at the three untouched glasses of baijiu: "The group just reiterated the ban on procurement and business entertainment last month. What, has Huaneng Intelligent Control changed its technology entry criteria to consider the supplier's drinking capacity?"

Yang Hongda broke out in a cold sweat and felt a chill run down his spine: "President Gu has misunderstood. It was just a joke at the dinner party."

"Whether a proposal is ultimately shortlisted depends on a joint review by the technology and compliance departments."

"That's good."

Consort Gu did not continue her attack while holding onto the three cups of wine.

"Huaneng Industrial Investment holds state-owned capital, and the opportunities that should be given to private enterprises must be given fairly."

"Companies that do not meet the requirements must also explain the reasons in a written statement."

Yang Hongda wiped his sweat repeatedly, sobering up considerably: "Understood! Understood! I will definitely follow the rules strictly!"

Gu Zhaoyi turned to Wen Shaowen: "President Wen, have the plan resubmitted to Huaneng Intelligent Control tomorrow. I will ask the Strategy Department to arrange for someone to attend the technical review."

Wen Shaowen stood there, stunned for a long time.

He has already pulled several strings to get in touch with Huaneng Smart Control.

I spent over three hours with him tonight, drinking nearly a pound of baijiu (Chinese liquor), and all I got in return were a few ambiguous replies.

The young woman in front of me only said a few words, but she managed to secure a fair technical review for Zhixing Digital Technology.

"Thank you, Mr. Gu." Wen Shaowen quickly realized what was going on. "I'll personally deliver the complete proposal first thing tomorrow morning."

"No need to thank me." Consort Gu glanced at Chen Mo.

Yang Hongda looked embarrassed and quickly apologized, "President Wen, I was just joking because I was drunk! Send the proposal directly to my office tomorrow, and I'll arrange for the chief engineer to handle it."

Having said that, under Gu Zhaoyi's gaze, Yang Hongda dared not linger any longer and hurriedly left with his subordinates.

No one dared to touch those three glasses of baijiu again from beginning to end.

The lobby fell silent again.

Wen Shaowen stared blankly at Chen Mo, his heart filled with shock.

The contrast between Yang Hongda's attitude before and after was too strong. The backgrounds of these men and women of the same age in front of him were terrifying and completely exceeded his imagination.

What shocked him even more was that the high-ranking and powerful President Gu had clearly only helped him because of Chen Mo's influence.

"Xiao Mo," Wen Shaowen asked hesitantly, "Are these all your friends?"

Chen Mo nodded: "Uncle Wen, is the company facing difficulties?"

When the company was mentioned, Wen Shaowen gave a wry smile: "There will always be times when things don't go smoothly in business."

"Zhihang's largest client used to adjust its supplier system, and the framework order for next year has not been renewed."

"With so much business suddenly available, we have to find new clients as quickly as possible."

For small and medium-sized software R&D companies, losing core customers who account for the majority of their revenue is fatal.

The massive R&D team, fixed rent, and operating costs keep piling up, while the payment terms for old projects are being indefinitely delayed, and the cash flow is on the verge of collapse.

"What was the original client's name?"

Wen Shaowen hesitated for a moment.

Hualu Information.

Why wasn't the contract renewed?

"Hualu said they want to standardize suppliers and reduce the number of outsourcing companies." Wen Shaowen rubbed his slightly throbbing temples. "But we've been cooperating for over a decade, and this sudden change of heart..."

"It's alright, Uncle can handle it, you young people don't need to worry about it."

He was clearly unwilling to lay bare all the company's difficulties in front of his daughter's friend during their first meeting.

She didn't want Chen Mo to tell Wen Zhixia about his business problems, so that her daughter would worry.

Chen Mo didn't press further: "You've had quite a bit to drink. Don't drive yourself tonight. I'll have the driver take you home."

"No need, I've already called a designated driver."

"It's all arranged."

Lu Jingyi spoke up from the side.

She asked the club staff to prepare a car, and also brought a glass of warm water and some simple hangover remedies.

Wen Shaowen could not refuse and had no choice but to accept.

Just before getting into the car, he looked at Chen Mo one last time.

"Xiao Mo, thank you so much for today. Please bring Chen Jing over for dinner another day."

"Okay, definitely."

Chen Mo agreed.

The vehicle drove out of the old street.

Wen Shaowen leaned back in the back seat, his mind still replaying everything that had just happened.

The boy my daughter mentioned who was still in high school is now a student at Tsinghua University.

More importantly, the people around him were of a much higher social standing than an average college student could ever come into contact with.

Wen Shaowen suddenly remembered the tenderness in his daughter's eyes whenever she mentioned Chen Mo, a tenderness he had never seen before.

An idea that he had never seriously considered before surfaced in his mind for the first time.

Is Zhixia's familiarity with Chen Mo really just because of Chen Jing?