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Shen Jianjun's breathing suddenly became rapid.

Three hundred million tons!

For ordinary sand and gravel companies, fulfilling orders for several million tons a year is enough to make them very wealthy.

This is no ordinary large order; it is a super contract that could completely turn Jianjun Group around.

Sun Mei stared intently at the numbers on the paper: "Manager Chen, what is the purchase price?"

"It's 120 yuan per ton, but the market price is only around 110 yuan now!"

Sun Mei's voice rose several decibels: "Northwest Industry is willing to pay ten yuan more per ton?"

"Their projects have tight deadlines and require a high degree of supply stability."

Chen Wen explained, "As long as Jianjun Group can supply goods on time, Chairman Qian doesn't mind paying more in costs."

Shen Jianjun immediately began to calculate in his mind.

Earning an extra ten yuan per ton, three hundred million tons would amount to an additional three billion yuan in revenue.

Moreover, the actual mining cost of the fifteen sand pits was far lower than the market price.

Once all the equipment is running, the profits from this contract will be enough to cover the 6.9 billion yuan loan and may even allow Jianjun Group to return to its peak!

"sign!"

Shen Jianjun slammed the documents down on the table: "We'll take this order!"

Sun Mei also said excitedly, "The simultaneous production of fifteen sand pits can fully meet the needs of Northwest Industry."

"Manager Chen, when will Chairman Qian have time?"

"He's at the Caesars Hotel tonight."

Chen Wendao said, "If you two are willing, I can arrange a meeting immediately."

"Yes, of course I'm willing!"

Sun Mei quickly stood up: "Let's get ready now!"

Chen Wen cautioned, "This contract is too large, and both parties have strict breach of contract clauses."

"If Jianjun Group is unable to deliver the goods in accordance with the agreed time and quantity, it will need to compensate Northwest Industry for the project losses."

"Similarly, if Northwest Industry refuses to accept the goods without cause, it will also have to bear huge compensation."

Shen Jianjun waved his hand, not taking it to heart at all.

"Two-way breach of contract clauses are normal."

"We have fifteen sand pits, and the equipment is already in place. Once we're fully operational, how could we possibly fail to deliver?"

Sun Mei nodded repeatedly: "Northwest Industry is willing to buy at a price higher than the market price, would we deliberately refuse to supply them?"

"Manager Chen, don't worry."

"Jianjun Group has done so many large-scale projects in the past, and what it values ​​most is credit."

Seeing how eager the couple was, Chen Wen didn't try to persuade them any further.

"Since Mr. Shen is confident, I will contact Chairman Qian now."

That evening, the couple arrived at the Caesars Hotel ahead of schedule.

Inside the private room, Qian Hui was already waiting with the complete contract.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the negotiations proceeded exceptionally smoothly.

"Three hundred million tons of sand and gravel will be delivered in batches according to the construction schedule."

Qian Hui pointed to the contract and said, "The first batch of goods must be delivered within the specified time, and there will be a minimum supply each month thereafter."

"If delivery is not completed twice in a row, Northwest Industry has the right to terminate the contract and pursue Jianjun Group for full liability for breach of contract."

Shen Jianjun didn't even look closely before smiling and saying, "Don't worry, Chairman Qian, with fifteen sand pits operating simultaneously, there will be absolutely no problem with supply."

"What we're worried about is whether Northwest Industry can handle such a large volume of inventory."

Qian Hui smiled faintly: "The contract also stipulates compensation for refusal to accept the goods. As long as the sand and gravel meet the quality standards, Northwest Industry will purchase them all."

Upon hearing this, Sun Mei was completely relieved.

"Chairman Qian is the most straightforward."

"A massive order of 300 million tons—you won't find another company like it in the entire city of Shanghai."

Qian Hui handed over the pen: "Since there are no problems, then sign it."

Shen Jianjun took the pen, signed his name on the contract without hesitation, and then stamped it with the official seal of Jianjun Group.

Qian Hui then completed the signing.

The contract has officially come into effect.

Looking at the bright red official seal, Shen Jianjun felt as if the weight that had been pressing on his chest these past few days had finally been lifted.

The fifteen sand pits have secured stable sales channels, and the purchase price per ton is even higher than the market price.

Once construction officially begins, Jianjun Group will be able to continuously receive payments from this order.

When she left the private room, Sun Mei's steps were a little unsteady.

"Jianjun, we have truly turned our lives around."

"Three hundred million tons, even if you only make a few dozen yuan per ton, that's still tens of billions in profit."

"With this contract in place, who dares to say that Jianjun Group is going to collapse?"

Shen Jianjun, beaming with pride, said, "Once the first batch of goods is delivered, I will hold a press conference."

"The stock price will definitely rise then."

"Those who shorted Jianjun Group will not get away with it!"

The couple were so overjoyed that they didn't even think about the huge penalty for breach of contract.

Even more unexpectedly, the new policy on river sand mining control would be officially implemented just a few days later.

At that time, all fifteen sand pits will be shut down, and they will not be able to deliver the first batch of goods on time.

After leaving the hotel, Sun Mei did not get into the car immediately.

She stood by the roadside, her smile fading slightly: "Jianjun, let's go see Xiaocong."

Shen Jianjun paused, "Why are you going to the hospital so late?"

"He was kept in Shue Yan Private Hospital for so long, and we didn't visit him even once."

Sun Mei lowered her voice: "No matter how disappointing he is, he is still our own son."

"Now that we have orders for 300 million tons of sand, we can finally breathe a sigh of relief."

"Just take a look, okay?"

Shen Jianjun remained silent for a long time before finally giving in, after all, he was his own son.

"Let's go."

Half an hour later, the two arrived at a private hospital in Shanghai.

Because Shen Cong was in custody, they could not enter the ward and could only look at him through the glass at the end of the corridor.

There were no cell phones or computers in the ward, and someone was guarding the door 24 hours a day.

Shen Cong, dressed in a loose hospital gown, with messy hair and sunken cheeks, was sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze.

In a short period of time, he had lost the appearance of the young master of the Shen family.

Upon seeing this scene, Sun Mei burst into tears.

"Congcong... my poor son..."

Through the thick glass, Shen Cong couldn't hear her voice.

He just kept his head down, his hands tightly gripping his hospital gown, looking utterly dejected as if he had lost all his vitality.

"When in his life has he ever suffered like this?"

Sun Mei covered her mouth, her shoulders trembling as she cried: "I can't even leave the ward, and someone is watching over me every day."

"That wolf cub Shen Ze lives in Ziyuan, drives a Rolls-Royce, and just made so much money from Douyin."

"On what grounds?"

"They are both your sons, so why is one living a life of luxury while the other, seriously ill, is imprisoned?"

Shen Jianjun did not answer.

Looking at Shen Cong on the other side of the glass, the excitement on his face completely disappeared.

This son did many foolish things and brought countless troubles to the Shen family.

But the sight of Shen Cong with his head down, being guarded, still made him feel uneasy.

"Let's go back."

Shen Jianjun turned around: "Looking at it again won't change anything."

Sun Mei was heartbroken, but she also knew the truth of what Shen Jianjun said. She left, turning back every three steps.