The demands of dock workers are actually very simple. It is enough to be able to work and make money.
The next day, Ah Sheng took them to unload another company's cargo ship.
At this time, the big guys who had attended the Shen family dinner that day were all relieved.
"The Shen family's movements are really fast."
"The dock is in such a mess now, how about we..."
"The Yan family shovel, if you want to die, don't drag me along! Miss Lin is sitting at the Shen family having morning tea, and you want to steal her business? Have you lived enough?"
"Ah... just let Jingcheng boy dance like this in Xiangjiang?"
"Then you go and try hitting her."
"..."
The big guys look at me and I look at you, they all want others to try Lin Nianhe's trump card and purpose again.
When they saw each other's eyes clearly, they cursed in their hearts.
Lin Nianhe's two thousand yuan is still very intimidating, and now no one dares to stand out.
…
While the big bosses of the family are showing humility to each other, the internal fighting in the Yang family continues.
…
After coming out of the hotel and putting the leaders of industry and commerce into the car, Shen Yu breathed out the smell of alcohol and turned to Lin Nianhe and said, "Ah He, can this freight company be opened in your name? When you return to the capital, I will ask someone to help you." You're in charge, I'll report the accounts to you every month."
Lin Nianhe's face was filled with emotion, and he shook his head neatly: "I can't accept such a big gift. Fourth uncle, you'd better hire someone else."
She wouldn't dare to flatter such a bright target, and there's no telling how much trouble it would cause in the future!
Shen Yu looked at her and sighed softly for a while.
"Uncle Mao, call A Zun."
The Shen family moved very quickly, posting photos, recruiting dock workers, contacting cargo ship owners... It only took one week to establish the freight company today.
They seemed to have been dormant for many years, and this series of processes seemed to have been rehearsed countless times in the minds of everyone in the Shen family. Just waiting for the right time, they would move like thunder and hit the vital point.
The Shen family really wanted Lin Nianhe to board the freight company's pirate ship. After all, the effect would be completely different with her and without her.
Shen Yu actually felt that it was impossible for Lin Nianhe to agree to let her take the lead. After being rejected, he expressed his second thought: "My father means to give you 20% of the shares of the freight company. Dividends will be given to you every quarter.”
Before Lin Nianhe could speak, he said: "Don't refuse anymore, A Zun can't resist this."
Lin Nianhe chuckled: "Aren't you just giving me free money?"
"Indeed," Shen Yu looked at Lin Nianhe, "Do you dare to ask for it?"
"It depends on what you want to do." Lin Nianhe still smiled, "If you want to sit in front of the police station or make the dock workers complain, I won't dare to ask for more money."
"What if we ask you to help us build a school on the other side?"
Shen Yu's eyes were deep.
Lin Nianhe looked at him for a while, then stretched out his hand: "It's a pleasure to cooperate."
Shen Yu shook hands with her: "It's a pleasure to cooperate."
They both looked at each other and smiled.
On the side of the road, Shen Hongzun's car stopped. He lowered the window and looked at the two people shaking hands on the side of the road with empty eyes: "Tell me, why do you want me to take the blame?"
Before Shen Yu could speak, Uncle Mao hurriedly came to him and whispered a few words with a stern look on his face.
Shen Yu frowned almost imperceptibly and said to Lin Nianhe, "Ah He, tell him and sign the contract with him."
"Okay." Lin Nianhe glanced at Uncle Mao and got into Shen Hongzun's car without asking what was going on.
Shen Yu watched the car go away, then turned to look at Uncle Mao: "Really dead?"
"Um."
…
Lin Nianhe knocked on Mr. Shen's study door with a contract that had been revised many times before being finalized.
"Please come in."
Lin Nianhe pushed the door open and said with a smile: "Grandpa Shen, Brother A Zun and I just finished negotiating the contract. Do you have anything else to add or correct?"
"Ah He, come on, sit down." Mr. Shen put down the book in his hand and motioned for Lin Nianhe to sit down.
Lin Nianhe went over and sat down, presenting the contract with both hands.
She caught a glimpse of Mr. Shen's teacup being empty, got up and poured him a cup of warm water, saying, "It's getting late, why don't you drink tea?"
"Okay." Mr. Shen nodded with a smile, took the cup and took a sip of water. After reading the contract for a while, he looked at Lin Nianhe suspiciously, "A Zun didn't tell you that these share dividends are completely given to you, and we will use the money to build the school. Is there another one for you?"
"He said it, but that's what I meant." Lin Nianhe said with a smile, "I guess you also know that because of your close contact with me, the Shen family will be in a very difficult situation in the next few years, so save what you can."
"Then you..." Mr. Shen looked at Lin Nianhe.
Lin Nianhe: "Actually, I'm not interested in money either."
Mr. Shen smiled.
"You kid, you are very interesting."
A freight company that guards the port has an astronomical turnover every year. How much net profit can such turnover bring?
Not to mention a twenty-year-old girl, even those old foxes in the Yang family who claim to be smart, how many of them can push out the money that comes to their door?
willing, willing.
Easier said than done.
Mr. Shen read the contract again, and after confirming that there was no problem, he signed his name and took out his seal to stamp it.
"It's a pleasure to cooperate." Lin Nianhe said with a smile, "When I get back, I will sort out the address of the school as soon as possible, and then you can choose."
"No need," Mr. Shen trusted Lin Nianhe, "just make your own decision."
Lin Nianhe then said, "Then I will give you the accounts every quarter."
Mr. Shen smiled and nodded: "Okay, there's no rush."
Lin Nianhe wanted to leave, but Mr. Shen motioned for her not to move.
"Ah He, Yang Jiawen is dead."
Lin Nianhe looked as usual and nodded calmly: "Yes, I understand."
Yang Jiawen is dead.
She heard this when Uncle Mao told Shen Yu.
But she never said anything.
Because she wanted to pretend.
Sure enough, when Mr. Shen saw Lin Nianhe's calm expression, he was stunned for a moment: "Have you known this for a long time?"
"It's not too early," Lin Nianhe said vaguely, "It should be about the same time as you know."
Mr. Shen: "..."
He was "surprised" by Lin Nianhe again.
She actually knew this news that less than thirty people besides the Yang family knew.
Sure enough, if the Lin family dared to let her come, they would naturally have a backup plan.
Mr. Shen calmed down and very rationally did not ask Lin Nianhe's source of information, but asked: "Do you think his death was an accident?"
Before Mr. Shen asked this question, Lin Nianhe had doubted whether Yang Jiawen had any hidden illness. But Mr. Shen asked this, so naturally——
"Of course it's impossible." Lin Nianhe said, "The time of his death was too coincidental."
"Who do you think it could be?"
"It's possible for anyone. The eldest brother, the second brother... even his biological father, it's possible."
As Lin Nianhe said this, he thought of another possibility and slowly raised his eyes to look at Mr. Shen.
With the death of Yang Jiawen, the conflict between the three families of the Yang family will inevitably escalate again.
Their fight in the nest is probably what the Shen family likes to see the most. (End of chapter)
