Chapter 238 Nanxuan's Phone
Is it too young after all, Nanxuan failed to talk about cooperation this time.
Nan Xuan thought it was because he was not sincere enough, so he had to make a few more dinner appointments, but each time the results ended without a problem.
"Other companies don't have time?" Nanxuan asked, pinching his brows.
The secretary honestly shook her head, "It's said that there are other arrangements."
Receiving such an answer, Nanxuan didn't know what to say, so he could only ask the secretary to go out first.
President Xiang couldn't keep spending all the time, and Nanxuan also started to find other ways, otherwise the company would go bankrupt in a short time if it continued to lose money like this.
As a result, the company that met the requirements could not even meet people, and directly rejected the invitation.
He faintly sensed that something was wrong with the situation. Even if the company's current situation is not good, it has not been rejected everywhere, but those companies rejected the request for cooperation without even a simple understanding.
"Have you been targeted..." He uttered angrily.
No cooperation, no income, no income, waiting to close down.
At this moment, Nanxuan's heart seemed to be roasted on a barbecue grill, tormented and anxious, and he still couldn't find a breakthrough.
Fortunately, before Nankang, there were still some contacts left, so Nanxuan was thinking that the favor he owed should also be able to help, and asked the secretary to book a private room to invite people.
When it was evening, Nanxuan drove to the agreed hotel.
"Hello, I have reserved a private room." He went in and explained to the waiter.
Nanxuan gave a number, and the front desk staff confirmed that it was correct and led him to the elevator.
The hotel is magnificent and luxuriously decorated, which is a five-star standard. This time, in order to make the company turn around, Nanxuan spent a lot of money and booked the most expensive private room.
"This corridor is at the end, please." The person leading the way reminded softly, and stopped.
Nan Xuan nodded, and walked towards the private room.
He breathed repeatedly to make himself feel as good as possible. After all, it was a matter of asking for help, so he shouldn't be too arrogant.
The door was getting closer and closer, Nan Xuan stepped on the red carpet to get closer, and when he was about to reach out and push the door open, he heard a faint voice from inside the door.
"If I didn't owe favors, I wouldn't even want to come to this meal." A thick voice said.
There was a bit of disgust in his tone, as if there was a little imperceptible fear.
Another voice followed suit, sounding more steady, "We'll just have to deal with it later."
The perfunctory words made Nan Xuan frowned, and the air pressure around him also dropped.
"It can only be like this, the Murong family let go, who dares to disobey?" The thick voice continued.
When the three words of Murong's family were mentioned, the volume of the original normal speech was lowered a lot, obviously very jealous.
"It's probably offended somewhere. We'd better not be curious about such things."
Murong...
This surname, Nanxuan, is not unfamiliar. He thought of Murong Qiao almost instantly.
The hands hanging down by his sides gradually clenched into fists, Nan Xuan felt his anger boil up, rushing to the top of his head in no time, destroying nothing left of his originally adjusted mood.
She actually did things to such an extent...
He subconsciously put this matter on Murong Qiao,
Nan Xuan took a deep breath and pushed open the door.
Seeing him coming, the two people who were discussing just now kept silent and greeted Nanxuan one after another.
"Mr. Xiaonan is considered young and promising. At this age, he can share his father's worries, unlike my son..."
The owner of the thick voice spoke first.
Usually, these words sounded like a compliment to the ears, but in the current situation, it seemed more like a satire.
But now the company is riddled with holes, and Nanxuan just now learned outside the door that these two people had no intention of helping him at all, and his heart is three points colder than Yan Dong.
"I still have a lot to learn that I don't understand." Nanxuan smiled modestly.
Hearing his tone, I thought that Nanxuan would bring up the cooperation and the company, but after waiting for a long time, nothing happened.
The two bosses looked at each other, and they both saw the doubt in each other's eyes.
This meal seemed to be happy, and Nanxuan's performance seemed to be connected, and he didn't mention the company's difficulties at all.
This calm until the end, when only Nan Xuan was left in the private room, was suddenly broken by the sound of a bottle breaking.
"Murong Qiao!"
The precious red wine was thrown to the ground by him, and the scarlet liquid melted into the carpet, showing a dazzling and eye-catching dark color.
It was undoubtedly an action to vent anger, but after the wine bottle was broken, it had the opposite effect.
Nan Xuan looked at a certain place in a daze, and leaned against the back of the chair decadently, feeling a sense of powerlessness in his heart.
It's not that he didn't think of other ways, even when he opened the door and walked in, he spent time talking with the two bosses, thinking about what kind of benefits he should promise in order to persuade them to help him.
But all thoughts ended in the surname Murong.
In today's shopping malls, the Murong family's deterrent power is beyond his imagination.
Then what are his hard work these days? sucker Punch?
Maybe this is what Murong Qiao wants to see.
Thinking of this, Nan Xuan sneered coldly, reached out to pick up the wine next to him, and poured it directly into his mouth.
The useless wine glasses have long been kicked to nowhere, and the number of empty wine bottles has gradually increased.
He couldn't remember how much wine he drank in the end, he just felt that his movements were becoming mechanical, and he sat on the ground at the end of the drink, and the bottles beside him were piled up on the floor.
Alcohol can always accurately find the most crushing emotional amplification, just like Nanxuan's powerlessness and anger at the moment.
"Mobile phone...where..." Nan Xuan couldn't speak clearly.
He wanted to stretch out his hand to get the phone, but his limbs didn't listen to him at all, and he couldn't find what he wanted after touching for a long time.
Nanxuan frantically pushed away the bottles around him, his body wobbled as if he could tilt to one side at any time.
Finally, he found the phone on the carpet not far from him.
Fortunately, face recognition also works for a drunk. After unlocking the phone, Nanxuan clicked on Contacts, found Murong Qiao's number, and dialed it.
"Dala Dala~" The phone's system ringtone rang with vibration.
The ringtone crossed out the possibility of Huo Yichen and his brothers calling, and Murong Qiao was typing at the moment.
She typed the last line without haste, and then took the time to glance at the caller's information.
Nanxuan?
Murong Qiao looked at the note, frowned, reached out and hung up the phone without hesitation.
She still wanted to code and didn't want to talk to Nanxuan, so she ignored it after hanging up and continued to code.
The phone that could be hung up rang again persistently.
The humming vibration spread from the table to Murong Qiao's wrist, showing his sense of existence.
The call has not been answered, and the vibration is getting bigger and bigger, even Yang Xin and Leng Yan can hear it.
The two looked at each other, and both saw the four characters "what's the situation" in each other's eyes.
The incoming call will be hung up naturally when the time is up, but the person on the other end of the phone seems to have endless patience, calling over and over again with perseverance.
Brother’s crematorium is here~
(end of this chapter)