Chapter 687: Things are different

Chapter 687 Things are right and people are wrong

After announcing Li Zhidong's absence, Huo Yichen glanced at the silent crowd, and waited for two seconds before speaking slowly.

"If everyone has no objections, we can start this meeting, everyone."

In the conference room, only Huo Yichen's voice could be heard clearly, and everyone lowered their heads in silence, exchanging glances with each other, pondering in their hearts.

Xu Dong is also one of them, but he is different from others.

The moment he saw Huo Yichen, his eyes collided with each other in the air, and Xu Dong knew the answer why Li Zhidong didn't come.

Is this considered killing chickens and monkeys?

He was suspicious, and couldn't help but start to weigh how much of his handle with Li Zhidong would be taken by Huo Yichen.

From the beginning to the end of this meeting, everyone seemed to withdraw and did not raise any objections to Huo Yichen.

It seems that the disappearance of Li Zhidong played a certain role, so that everyone dare not be that early bird for the time being.

The sky is as blue as washing.

In the city where high-rise buildings stand, busy traffic has become the norm in the eyes, and the sound of horns is endless.

The glare of the sun seems to separate the interior and exterior space from the air conditioner, but it allows people to experience two completely different seasons at the same time.

Nanxuan stood at the door of a certain company and looked up.

The high altitude where no bird flits is completely occupied by telephone poles and various cables, which are wound into several strands in a mess. The tendency to scatter in all directions is disturbing to watch.

"..." Nan Xuan exhaled slowly.

He can't remember how many times he has been rejected recently.

During the painstaking planning and explanation, the door was rejected again and again.

The phone vibrated suddenly.

【Brother, what happened to the company? Do you need help? ] It was a message from Nan Hao.

He lowered his eyes for a while, and finally only replied with the word "It's okay."

But the actual situation was exactly the opposite of the simple words, Nan Xuan didn't say much, and didn't want to worry the other two brothers because of his own affairs.

Following the money that Nan Jin and Nan Hao took out together, Nan Xuan went through some formalities and other affairs, but if he really wanted to support a company, the money needed was far from enough.

At least, he has to get the first investment first.

Nanxuan was thinking in his mind, glanced at the map, and followed the navigation to gradually head towards the next target company.

Rongguang Technology.

Under the scorching sun, Nanxuan looked at the majestic gate in front of him, settled his mind, and after confirming that he had no problem with his image, he finally walked in.

He came to the front desk, "Hello, I have an appointment with Manager Zhang of your company this afternoon."

"Wait a minute." The receptionist bent down to inquire, and then used his movements to look at Nanxuan's overly handsome face.

The result of the inquiry came out quickly, and after the front desk confirmed that it was correct, he came out from the counter to lead the way for him.

"Is Mr. Nanxuan right? Please follow me here." The receptionist walked in front.

Nanxuan followed in a calm manner, wondering how likely it would be for Manager Zhang to invest in his company.

He was able to get this appointment because of his relationship with the former Nan family.

Even though Nankang is not a good business material, the Nan family has been in business for so many years, even if it was just Murong's support back then, they have met many people.

Manager Zhang Zhang Nian is one of them. He once said that Nanxuan is a good candidate and he is very optimistic about him.

It's just that things are different now...

After Nanxuan thought about it several times, he finally arrived at the scheduled meeting place.

"How long has it been since you're so old..." Zhang Nian sighed in the tone of an older generation.

Zhang Nian is now in his fifties, and the wrinkles on his face have increased visible to the naked eye. Compared with Nanxuan's memory, he is much older. Only when his eyes flicker occasionally can people feel that he is still the same. as ever.

Nan Xuan stood up, "Hello."

He kept in mind the real purpose of his visit this time, so he took a corresponding attitude.

"I heard that the Nan family...something seems to have changed."

Zhang Nian's eyes shifted to Nan Xuan, looking at the changes that had taken place in the other party over such a long time.

Seeing that the other party seemed to have some nostalgia for the past, Nan Xuan had no choice but to talk about the Nan family.

It's a pity that there is no good news, most of them are going downhill, especially after Murong Qiao left.

"My dad is staying inside now, but the three of us are still living together." Nanxuan briefly concluded.

Now when talking about these things, he has been able to calm down, instead of complaining about others like his young and frivolous self.

What's more, Nanxuan has always been a sensible person.

"The main reason for coming to you today is also that I plan to start a company myself recently, but regarding the start-up capital—"

After Nanxuan finished speaking, he returned to the main topic.

Zhang Nian frowns sometimes, sometimes nods after listening to everything, and is silent for a while under Nanxuan's gaze.

"Your family's affairs... well, as long as people are okay now." Zhang Nian sighed, "But for investment, I'm just a manager now, and I'm afraid I can't count the money invested."

"Nanxuan, you are a good boy, and I know you are very capable..."

Nanxuan listened to the following words with a blank mind, but he also listened to it countless times when he was rejected by others.

He just watched Zhang Nian's mouth open and close, making different sounds, and his heart was already drifting to the next family.

But before Zhang Nian finished speaking, the door of the room was pushed open from the outside.

"Dad! What are you doing!" A male voice was so energetic and arrogant that he was impatient.

Nan Xuan turned his head and looked at the boy standing at the door, and after a moment of hesitation, he recognized each other's identities.

Zhang Yao, son of Zhang Nian.

When Zhang Yao saw Nanxuan, his face became stinky, as if he saw something dirty.

"Didn't I ask you to follow up the project? What are you doing here, go back." Zhang Nian couldn't help frowning when he saw his son's foolish look.

But not only did Zhang Yao not leave, he even came in and closed the door behind him.

Zhang Yao walked to the table, and his sizing eyes fell on Nan Xuan unabashedly, especially when he saw the suit and leather shoes on the other party who were clearly not handmade, he smiled even more on his face.

"Yo. Isn't this young master Nanxuan?" Zhang Yao said.

He circled Nanxuan half a circle, sat directly on the table next to him, and looked down at Nanxuan's current appearance.

"Why did you become like this? When my dad invited you to our company, didn't he say arrogantly that everyone has his own ambition?"

Zhang Yao is deliberately provocative, "Now that my father is in prison, I have to ask someone for help?"

The fact that Nankang went in is not a secret, let alone in such a circle where secret rumors can spread and become a storm in the city.

Nan Xuan didn't speak, but stood up and looked at Zhang Nian. "In that case, it's annoying."

He was still rushing to the next one.

"Tch." Zhang Yao made a dissatisfied voice.

Seeing that Nanxuan was gone, only the father and son of the Zhang family were left in the room, so Zhang Nian waved his hand and hit Zhang Yao, but the force was not too heavy, it was more like a lesson.

"Why are you so indifferent now!" Zhang Nian taught his son.

Zhang Yao curled his lips, "What's the matter? The Nan family has that kind of virtue now, and they can be trampled to death casually."

(end of this chapter)

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