Mr. Song, ask for a thigh

Chapter 290
Looking at the whole country, there are very few people who don't know SF.

This is one of the largest conglomerate companies in the country, and its predecessor, Suwancheng, has a reputation throughout the country and is known as the father of the nation.

As a reporter, how could He Xiaotian not know about SF Group.

So, after seeing Pei Hang's business card, he was so stunned that he couldn't speak.

How could the special assistant to the president of SF Group be in such a small place as Fengyang County? !
Without giving him time to think carefully, Pei Hang said to him again, "Do you have time, I would like to ask you to chat in another place."

He Xiaotian wiped his sweat, this is not an invitation at all, if he does not agree, he will probably receive a call to be dismissed tonight.

So, nodding his head almost in a trance, he followed Pei Hang and left the old fairy's house, and got into a Bentley parked by the side of the road.

After sitting in the back seat in fear for a while, Pei Hang came up.

When he opened the door, He Xiaotian could still hear him seeming to be explaining something to the black-clothed bodyguard standing outside the car.

"There's not much time, so I'll make a long story short." Pei Hang smiled at him.

He Xiaotian nodded, but he didn't dare to speak, his mind was still in a mess.

What did he do wrong, why was he invited to the car by the assistant president of SF?

Pei Hang was obviously not surprised by his way of doing things. He raised the corners of his lips and went straight to the point, "That's right, we, Mr. Song, hope you will sell him the camera in your hand."

Song, President Song? !He Xiaotian was taken aback, and after he realized it, his heart was even more turbulent.

Song Huaijin Mr. Song? !Mr. Song arrived in Fengyang County? !

"Mr. Song, do you want to buy my camera?" He Xiaotian blinked and looked at the SLR in his hand very puzzled.

Pei Hang smiled and did not answer.

After a while, He Xiaotian quickly found the answer in his mind.

Could it be, the benefactor behind Qian Mengmeng is actually—Song Huaijin, Mr. Song!

He was so shocked by this news that he almost didn't cry out.

Swallowing, He Xiaotian was about to say something when suddenly a cell phone rang in his pants pocket.

Pei Hang narrowed his eyes and looked down.

He Xiaotian's heart trembled, he quickly reached out to touch the phone, and was about to press it.

But the moment he saw the caller ID, he suddenly sounded something, and looked at Pei Hang dryly, "Can I answer the call?"

Raising his eyebrows, Pei Hang expressed his casualness.

Seeing He Xiaotian, he tapped his finger and picked up the call.

"Reporter He, where have you been? I haven't given you the recording yet?" Dong Yanyan's voice rang out in the car with almost no gap.

Yes, He Xiaotian chose the loudspeaker the moment the call was connected.

"Let me tell you, it's too late. Qian Mengmeng has someone." Dong Yanyan, who was in the excitement, didn't hear anything unusual, and continued to say, "Hey, I can't sell you cheap."

After finishing speaking, I haven't heard He Xiaotian answer for a long time.

Dong Yanyan frowned and took the phone away to confirm that the call was in progress, then pressed it to her ear and asked, "What's the matter, talk?"

"How much are you going to ask for?"

Suddenly, a strange voice came from the other end of the call.

"You, who are you?" Dong Yanyan was stunned, and then spoke slowly after a while.

A soft laugh came through the receiver, and then she heard the other party say, "Of course they are the ones who are willing to spend a lot of money to buy your big ingredients."

(End of this chapter)