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Lin Feng glanced at him: "Make three sets directly. Add an extreme stress test model to see what our exit cost would be if the technology roadmap changes significantly within five years, such as the early mass production of solid-state batteries or a breakthrough in hydrogen fuel cells. This figure is very important. We may not need it tomorrow, but we will definitely need it in the later rounds of negotiations."

The other party nodded and noted it down.

Vice President Zhang picked up the teapot and refilled everyone's teacups, then raised his cup: "That's settled then. Formal negotiations will begin tomorrow morning at nine. Everyone should have a clear understanding of what we saw, the calculations, and the bargaining chips we analyzed today."

The group clinked their glasses, and the tea swayed gently in the cups.

No further business was discussed.

Vice President Zhang remarked on the exhaust gas treatment system he saw in the painting workshop today, noting that current environmental standards are much stricter than they were five years ago. Zhou Mancang shared a bizarre production line malfunction he encountered at Bosch, which took three days to investigate before they discovered that a rat had chewed through a sensor cable.

The group discussed for a while longer, reviewing the key points and bottom lines for tomorrow's negotiations. They had almost finished eating all the food on the table, leaving only a plate of osmanthus cake, which remained largely untouched.

Lin Feng glanced at the time; it was almost eight o'clock. He stood up and said, "Everyone has been out and about all day. That's all for today. Get some rest early tonight, and we'll meet again at nine o'clock tomorrow in the hotel lobby." Everyone responded and stood up one after another, dispersing at the restaurant entrance.

Lin Feng did not take a taxi directly back to the hotel, as the distance was not far.

Walking slowly along the sidewalk beside the canal, the night breeze blew across the water, carrying moisture and a faint fishy smell. The light from the streetlights shattered on the water's surface, swaying gently with the current.

After walking for about ten minutes, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He took it out and saw that it was a message from Ye Qinghan, saying that she had just finished a dinner party and was on her way back to her place, asking him what he was doing.

He replied, "Taking a walk along the river to digest my food," and then added, "The talks went well today; let's continue negotiating the price tomorrow."

The other end replied instantly with a "Go for it!" emoji, followed by a video call request. Lin Feng answered, the screen lit up, and Ye Qinghan had already entered the room, her phone resting against the TV cabinet.

"How's it going on your end?" Lin Feng asked, holding his phone up to his face and leaning against the railing.

You can only hear a sound but not see anyone. Then, on the phone screen, you can see Ye Qinghan standing by the bed, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt with one button undone and the hem tucked into a pair of black trousers. He is bending over and rummaging through something on the bedside table.

The fabric of her shirt tightened with her movements, creating a slight curve at her chest, and the open collar revealed a faint shadow below her collarbone.

She straightened up and pulled the shirt out of her waistband. Her fingers rested on the buttons, and she began to unbutton the second and third buttons naturally. As the buttons came undone, the front of the shirt slid open to the sides, revealing her white underwear.

The lingerie was made of thin lace, which wrapped around two full breasts, and the cleavage in the middle was gently squeezed out, gleaming with a delicate sheen under the light.

With her shoulders pulled back, the shirt slipped off her shoulders, and the rise and fall of her chest caused her breasts to sway gently, like soft weight being released.

She folded the shirt and placed it at the foot of the bed, then bent down to unbutton the trousers, unzipped them, and pulled the trousers down to her ankles. She kicked the trousers aside, then picked up the pajamas draped over the back of the chair and put them on.

"You don't even try to avoid it," Lin Feng said.

"It's not like I haven't seen it before." Ye Qinghan picked up her phone, lay down on the bed, and pointed the camera at her face. She said, "I sat all day today, and my back is so sore that even lying on my side is uncomfortable. After the meeting, I went to eat, and I'm only just getting back now."

"I'll give you a massage sometime later," Lin Feng said, his tone half-serious and half-joking.

Ye Qinghan stopped rubbing her lower back, glanced at the screen, and smiled slightly: "You said it yourself, so don't go back on your word later."

She spoke in a coquettish tone, then turned over and lay on her side, the neckline of her pajamas slightly open due to this position, revealing a patch of skin below her collarbone.

She had changed into a dark green slip dress, with thin straps hanging on her shoulders and a low neckline that revealed the soft curve of her two full breasts at the neckline.

The side-lying position caused the softness above to sag slightly, pressing against the other side, creating a deeper cleavage than before, rising and falling gently with her breath.

He reached behind his back and rubbed it, saying, "We're going to BYD at 10 a.m. tomorrow. According to the schedule, it should be the same factory area you visited today. We might actually run into you."

"That's great, let's arrange a chance encounter in advance." Lin Feng sat down on a stone bench by the river, leaned his phone against a lamppost, and said, "What's your usual tour route? Let's continue our discussion at nine o'clock tomorrow, and after that, we might visit the production line again."

"Let me check the schedule later." Ye Qinghan pulled her hand back from behind her waist, turned over and lay on her back. The thin fabric of her slip dress clung to her body, outlining the full shape of her breasts.

After lying down, they spread slightly to the sides, but still maintained their pert curves, trembling gently with the rhythm of her speech. "If the time allows, I'll wait for you over in the exhibition hall. But I might not be able to stay for too long, as their tours have fixed schedules."

After chatting for a few more minutes, Ye Qinghan yawned, covered her mouth with the back of her hand, and said, "I'm going to take a shower first. I'm exhausted today." As she spoke, she sat up, her bare feet on the wooden floor. As she stood up, the softness of her chest bounced up and down with the movement, and one of the straps of her tank top slipped off her shoulder, revealing a large part of her fair and smooth curves.

She reached up and hooked the strap back up, took two steps, then stopped, turned to the screen and said, "Should I bring my phone in? You have nothing else to do anyway."

Lin Feng glanced at the swaying shadow beneath the neckline of her pajamas and said, "You'd better hurry up and shower; you have a tour to do tomorrow. Get some rest."

He didn't want to hold his anger in all night.

Ye Qinghan chuckled, stopped teasing him, took her phone and went into the bathroom, placing it on the shelf next to the sink with the camera pointed at the half-open frosted glass door.

The sound of water soon rose, and a layer of white mist condensed on the glass door, blurring the figure into a silhouette behind it. Lin Feng sat by the river for a while, watching the lights on the bridge in the distance reflected on the water, broken and gathered again by the night breeze.

After hanging up the video call, he put his phone back in his pocket and continued walking along the riverbank. The streetlights stretched his shadow on the ground, making it appear longer and shorter, slowly extending towards the hotel in the breeze.