Based on Jing Gao's emotional intelligence at this time, combined with An Zhiwen's words, and Liao Rong's attitude towards him at this time, who is in charge of the Zhao Group, it is easy to make a guess.
Professor Zhao should be good to his son-in-law, have high hopes for him, and be willing to support him. However, Liao Rong may not take it seriously. She is in charge of the Zhao Group!
It took An Zhiwen's textile company ten years to achieve annual sales of 5 million. Maybe he was cheated by Liao Rong.
According to what An Zhiwen just said, comparing Shenzhou International's profit margin, he can earn about one million a year.
This is not a small amount for ordinary small and medium-sized enterprises.
I read the news on the Internet, especially on Bihu and a certain website, the per capita salary is 985, and the per capita annual salary is one million, which is awesome. How can there be so many million people per capita in reality? For ordinary working-class people, an income of 500,000 yuan a year is considered good!
But, this is just the standard for ordinary people. An Zhiwen is still far from Professor Zhao's expectations!
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Jing Gao has no interest in taking care of Professor Zhao's family affairs. An Zhiwen also gave him a good introduction to the textile industry.
Although he had a glimpse of the route designed by Professor Zhao for his son-in-law, which was to expand from textile manufacturing to clothing OEM, and then merge with the upstream and downstream industrial chains. But An Zhiwen didn't tell him exactly how to do it.
This is normal. Everyone who meets me for the first time talks about core business secrets from the bottom of his heart! Do you really think you have any tyranny?
But no matter what, the few hours of communication with An Zhiwen today were very meaningful. Let him further his understanding of the textile industry.
In fact, if he wanted to be more fanciful, he had a "deep chat" with Professor Zhao the night before yesterday. This old professor worked at Beijing University of Technology, a university in Beijing, and his network of contacts completely exceeded Jinggao's "needs" at this time. ".
He is equivalent to getting a "grandpa's golden finger". However, Mr. Zhao fell ill, and all these connections were in a "sealed" state. He couldn't ask Professor Zhao to call him from his hospital bed and introduce someone to him, right?
Jing Gao sighed inwardly. Professor Zhao fell ill, and the disadvantages were obvious, but it allowed him to chat with An Zhiwen for a few hours and gain a general understanding of the current situation of the textile industry.
So let’s talk about life!
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Jing Gao put away his thoughts and said goodbye: "Mr. An, let's talk again when we have time. Thank you for clarifying my doubts today. Xiaohe, please give the receipt for the medical expenses to Mr. An."
If he stays any longer, he might even witness a "tear-down" battle. Neither of the two women who entered the ward looked like they were fuel-efficient lamps.
Normally, the relationship between a daughter and her stepmother is very tense. Especially since the stepmother is one year younger than her daughter.
I'm just a next-door neighbor, and my surname is not Wang.
So, what to stay for?
An Zhiwen took the receipt from Xiaohe and understood that Jing Gao didn't want him to owe a favor. I felt that Mr. Jing was very capable, so he said apologetically: "Look at me... Mr. Jing, thank you."
Liao Rong, an intellectual and beautiful woman who had already walked to Professor Zhao's ward, heard this conversation, turned back, asked for the medical expense receipt from An Zhiwen, and handed it to the driver who was following him, "Old Zhang, you and that little Girl, please hand over."
The middle-aged man with half-grey hair and a handsome uncle's face took a briefcase and Xiao He to the side to transfer money.
After Liao Rong handled the matter ably, she stretched out her hand to shake Jing Gao's hand, and said with some emotion: "Mr. Jing, you are laughing at the family affairs. Thank you for your help!"
Jing Gao looked at the beautiful intellectual woman who was wearing an elegant ruffled lapel white sleeveless midi skirt that showed off her graceful curves, and her face was radiant with a certain kind of charm. He smiled and said: "That's not true. You're welcome. .”
Go to the elevator in the inpatient building.
Jing Gao was sure that Professor Zhao's special car had just driven by this morning. Mileage is not low. Old man Zhao, this is really... sad!
Of course, he would not comment on Professor Zhao's family affairs.
Jing Gao sighed softly. Old couples and young couples are prone to problems. He wanted to take this as a warning and grow old with the beauties in the future, and stop messing with little girls.
The elevator in the inpatient building slowly dropped, and people came in and out. Jing Gao looked at his watch. The time was nine forty-eight in the morning.
Wei Caiyan had already made several calls to urge him. Their school's "team building" mountain climbing activity has begun. They climbed the mountain at nine o'clock on time.
Jing Gao replied to Wei Caiyan on WeChat, "I'll be right over." He took a taxi home, took a shower, changed clothes, and headed to Xiangshan in a black Mercedes-Benz S400.
Last time I asked Yu Jiashi to buy some comfortable cars to ride in and drive. Sports cars are not suitable for long distances after all. Wang Qinian recommends the BMW 7 Series, Mercedes-Benz S-Class, and Audi A8. He asked Yu Yu to masturbate each one.
This Mercedes-Benz is parked in the underground parking lot of Vanke Economic and Trade Mansion. The driver behind the wheel was newly recruited by the company.
The driver who drove the Rolls-Royce for Jing Gao said weird things about him in private, and Li Yifeng, who drove Jing Gao, fired him directly.
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After Jing Gao left, An Zhiwen followed Liao Rong into the VIP ward.
Zhao Shiyan, who looked like a goddess with long hair, was standing in front of the window with her hands folded. She turned to look at the two people who came in. She directly ignored the thirty-six-year-old middle-aged man An Zhiwen, her legal husband.
An Zhiwen suddenly looked sad. He still loves his wife deeply. They both already have two children.
Liao Rong didn't seem to care about the expressions of the two of them, and waved her hand: "Zhiwen, you go out first. Shiyan and I have something to talk about."
After forcefully sending the "honest boy" An Zhiwen away, Liao Rong glanced at Professor Zhao on the hospital bed and felt that her life was about to fly. Suppressing the excitement deep in her heart, she said calmly: "Shiyan, you can start preparing for the divorce. There will be some company documents for you to sign later."
Zhao Shiyan took off her sunglasses and said in a cold voice: "Aunt Liao, it doesn't matter if you sign, I hope you won't disappoint me. An Zhiwen didn't want to divorce me."
Zhao Shiyan glanced at her father who had not yet woken up, and the emotions deep in her eyes were extremely complicated.
She loved her father deeply. How could she forget the happy days of her family of three? After his mother passed away, his father wanted to give her all the best things in the world.
However, here's the problem.
Her marriage was "arranged" by her father. The meeting, love, and marriage between her and An Zhiwen were all promoted by her father. Because An Zhiwen is the "Phoenix Man" recognized by his father. He has a kind and honest character and can give her a lifetime of happiness.
However, she watched this middle-aged man's belly getting fatter and greasier every day. He was busy running business and socializing every day and had no time to accompany her for meals, romantic walks, or a casual trip.
She felt more and more that marriage was a prison for her. Although she is a mother of two children, she still has many suitors around her, and many outstanding men tell her that she deserves better!
Her marriage had broken down. It was only my father's pressure that prevented her from getting a divorce. She was taught by her father, how could she be so good to him?
The wealth her father accumulated throughout his life: the Zhao Group, plus some toys, calligraphy and paintings, were worth more than 2 billion. In the will made early, this all belonged to her. Therefore, she didn't care at all when Liao Rong wanted to transfer some of the Zhao Group's property.
What she cares about is divorcing An Zhiwen!
Liao Rong raised the corners of her mouth, confidently saying, "Shiyan, just wait. How can he be my opponent?"
