To my favorite Wen Liang

Chapter 151 The Truth of That Year (3)

"Just tell me the result."

Huo Dongming's words broke the silence.

The members of the French delegation, after taking a look at their boss, bit the bullet and reported a number: "The minimum we can only give is 30%, this price is already..."

"Let's sign the contract."

Before the other party finished speaking, he was about to analyze the pros and cons, and the man said three words in a tone of complete indifference. You must know that for this case, the two parties had negotiated back and forth for half a year.

It's just a percentage point of interest, and both sides are clinging to it.

It's that simple this time?
"To win this case, you and I have spent a lot of time, Mr. Huo, child's play is not good for business." The big boss of the French side pressed his eyes darkly, a pair of blue pupils reflected a strong cold light.

"Hotic, I'm talking about signing a contract." Huo Dongming simply said that he didn't want to explain too much.

He turned his head and glanced at the surface of his wrist. If everything goes well, he can go back early tomorrow morning domestic time.

"Is the contract drawn up?" Hotic asked the people around him in French.

"Not yet. We didn't expect it to be so fast this time, so we weren't prepared at all." The man in the delegation who spoke earlier, with sweat dripping from his forehead, wiped his hands with his hands in a low voice.

"Trash." Hotic scolded.

Huo Dongming took this scene into his eyes, tapped the fingertips of his left hand on the table to make a sound, and the manager of the public relations department, who was seated in the center, took out three documents and handed them to the other party at the same time.

The first price is the initial negotiation price between the two parties, with France accounting for 40% and Asia-Pacific accounting for 60%.

The price of the second copy is exactly 30% of the current negotiation.

The last one is 25% of the ideal price in Asia Pacific.

Hotic picked up the second copy, then casually flipped through the first and third, raised his hands and clapped vigorously. The members of the French delegation didn't know why, so they clapped together.The Asia-Pacific people hardly showed any expression, as if they were used to such scenes.

After a while.

The applause died down.

Hotic, who was sitting on the other side's seat, caressed his eyebrows with his long fingers, and raised the corners of his mouth evilly and arrogantly: "There are rumors from the outside world about Asia Pacific Media. At first, I thought it was just superficial. I never thought that Mr. Huo is so careful. So much."

He speaks Chinese with a slight French accent, thick and melodious like a cello, and mellow like red wine, which is worth tasting, with a very long and continuous temperature.

"Thank you." Huo Dongming didn't say much at all, his tone was as cold as a mountain stream.

The two touched briefly on the topic, and after handing over their hands, they signaled their respective people to go to another place to sign the contract.

In an instant, there were only two people left in the room.

Hotic opened his lips: "You can press down to 25 or even 20. Even if our D Group is losing money, we have to enter this case, but you let it go suddenly. A point up and down represents hundreds of millions. As a myth, you can't don't know."

"My request is very simple, sell me your shares in Asia Pacific."

"It seems that your 'Goddess of Luck' has returned to China, and everything abroad can no longer attract you." Hotic looked deeply, "But don't forget, Miss Tang who came to this city with you back then."

When Tang Xinran was mentioned, Huo Dongming's eyes turned cold: "What do you want to say?"

"That day, your 'one.night.stand' with her has been talked about until now. If your 'Goddess of Luck' finds out, the consequences will be..."

"With the current scale and capabilities of Asia-Pacific, if you want to borrow existing resources, it's easy to fight to the death with Group D." Huo Dongming said with narrowed eyes, "You don't really think that I will drink your glass of wine?"

Hotic was taken aback.

Huo Dongming picked up the teacup in front of him, put his long finger on the rim, and twirled it round and round. In his life, even if he was really drunk, he would never touch any woman except her, let alone, is there any, as a man He himself knows it all too well.

He never betrayed her.

"Unexpectedly, Mr. Huo is still a lover." After a long time, hotic took out an equity transfer agreement, "Originally it was a bargaining chip, but now, it is a proof that we have changed from an enemy to a friend. I wish D to cooperate with Asia-Pacific joy."

In the end, the man handed over the agreement, read through it from beginning to end and signed it, before making a sound of "um" through his nose.

Turning to get up, the figure is rusty and indifferent.

Hotic watched him go away.

There is a hint of cunning rolling in his blue eyes, which are as blue as the sea. He likes to deal with people with weaknesses. At least when he needs to confront them one day, his woman will be his biggest weakness.

He was really curious.

What kind of scene would it be for someone like Huo Dongming to force him to make a choice.

Those coldness, I'm afraid it will be smashed to pieces!

……

Since finishing the phone call with Huo Dongming.

Wen Liang was always depressed, and the question she originally wanted to ask Elder Tang became meaningless, and she sat alone under the umbrella in the backyard.The exquisite white iron and glass dining table, the chairs entwined with vines, the fountain in the distance and the delicately manicured lush books are beautiful scenery, but she has no intention of watching them.

The mood is very depressed.

"Miss Wen, you didn't come to see me just for a meal." At some point, Mr. Tang was sitting beside her, and Xiao Qin also brought a lot of snacks and tea.

Wen Liang came back to her senses and nodded lightly: "Originally, I wanted to ask you something, but now..."

"I don't know, old man, what kind of quarrel did you have with Mr. Huo, but why don't you think about your original intention?"

Original heart?
Her original intention was to know how Huo Dongming had lived in the past four years, whether she was missing him crazily like her, wanted to get close but was afraid, she clearly felt that she could hold everything with her hand, but she was afraid that it would disappear after holding it tightly.

His vision gradually became blurred, and after a few minutes, he suddenly came back to his senses, and finally made up his mind and asked, "How has he lived these four years?"

Hearing these words, Elder Tang nodded with a gratified smile.

He poured two cups of black tea for Wen Liang and himself, and the scent of tea wafted in the air.

Until the fragrance permeated and people had to ignore it.

Elder Tang fell into memories: "The first time I saw him was in the winter four years ago, he was like a piece of ice, unkind, indifferent, and the boy from the dealer said that he was not like that at first, although his temper was cold, he was like a piece of ice. , but compared with him who didn't even speak at that time, it can be regarded as a world of difference."

Wen Liang felt sore when he heard this: "What happened next?"

"I don't know exactly what happened. I only know that after a big fight with his family, he insisted on leaving the country. It's a pity that at that time, the Asia-Pacific and Huo family were still in power, and he was still a young man who had just graduated. , can't compare with the family members, so I have no choice but to accept the marriage contract and enter the Asia Pacific."

"..." She lowered her head.

"A year ago, he began to sell a lot of resources in his hand to open up foreign markets. The Huo family planned to use the pressure of the Tang family to force him to fail, but in the blink of an eye, you have already..."

Elder Tang said a few words.

Wen Liang felt pain in his heart when he heard it.

She wouldn't believe it if it had nothing to do with her. What she heard from Mr. Tang and Mr. Special Assistant made her constantly draw a picture in her mind - he sat at the desk exhaustedly In front of him, he was so busy that he crumbled to the ground at last.

(End of this chapter)