Chapter 835

Factory Manager Zhao was stunned for a moment, and then immediately asked: "If you have anything to say, just say it."

So Factory Manager Zhao was completely shocked.

The whole person seemed not to have reacted.

It is said that he used to have a full head of black hair, but now his hair is half white, and his figure is a bit hunched, but at this moment, I don't know why, his back felt straight.

Lu Qiaoge felt that as long as Zhao Xiaojing was really Zhao Zhigang's daughter, the child would be well raised.

Factory Manager Zhao even wanted to see the child impatiently. Lu Qiaoge said: "Let's not rush; the child is now in the Yuhong Academy of the National Security University, bumpy all the way, hungry and frightened, let her relax. Then you go home and tell your wife about this, and let her have some psychological preparation. Of course, the most important thing is that we find a time to go to the prison; you have to confirm the child's true identity with Zhao Zhigang in person."

"Yes, yes, these are all things that must be done."

Factory Manager Zhao began to call to contact whether he could see his son; he had very important things to ask him, and then he entrusted several people, and finally agreed to let him see Zhao Zhigang tomorrow.

The place of service was in the suburbs of Beidu.

Factory Manager Zhao looked at Lu Qiaoge eagerly and said: "Factory Manager Lu, can I trouble you to go with us? It would be even better if you could bring the child."

Lu Qiaoge nodded and said: "Then I will pick up Xiaojing first, and then we will meet at the North City Gate."

"Good, good, good, this arrangement is simply great."

Because of this, Factory Manager Zhao had no heart to talk about the sweater factory, and Lu Qiaoge also had to go to the Friendship Hotel for a banquet.

The courtyard of the Friendship Hotel looked particularly solemn in the snowy night, with colored lights hanging among the pine and cypress trees.

The heating in the restaurant of the VIP building was very sufficient, and as soon as she entered the door, the moist and warm air mixed with the aroma of food rushed toward her.

In the private room, Feng Dong had already arrived.

He was wearing a dark gray striped suit; although he was over fifty, he was energetic, holding a cigar in his hand, and a sense of a businessman's shrewdness permeated the smoke.

Sitting beside him was a gorgeously dressed woman, Mrs. Feng, who was very beautiful and in the prime of her youth.

The smile on her face was faint, and she looked very reserved. And on the other side of Feng Dong sat Feng Zihan.

Seeing Lu Qiaoge come in, Feng Zihan immediately stood up and held her hand affectionately: "Qiao Ge, you've finally come! I've been waiting for you for a long time."

It was truly the truth; even if it was a father-daughter relationship, Feng Zihan was not used to eating with Feng Dong.

She felt that the meal was indigestible.

This meal could not be a private banquet; Director Lu was also present, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Lu Qiaoge come.

It is said that he was also used to such occasions, but this Mrs. Feng was very unpleasant, and Feng Dong and his daughter seemed to be a bit at odds, fortunately Lu Qiaoge came.

Feng Zihan introduced them to each other.

Lu Qiaoge smiled and greeted: "Mr. Feng, Mrs. Feng, good noon."

Xiao Ninglu looked at Lu Qiaoge with deep eyes; beautiful, truly beautiful, and the kind of beautiful that was unstained by dust and extraordinary.

This was the most beautiful girl she had ever seen.

She couldn't help but look at her husband; sure enough, men couldn't take their eyes off beautiful women.

Fortunately, there were leaders here, so he could restrain himself a bit.

Xiao Ninglu looked at Lu Qiaoge with hidden dislike, but she hid it very well.

But it was still noticed by Lu Qiaoge.

Lu Qiaoge just glanced at it and then withdrew her gaze faintly.

After taking their seats, the waiter began to serve the dishes. Crystal shrimp dumplings, braised pig's trotters, dry-braised winter bamboo shoots, dishes with complete color, fragrance, and taste filled the table.

In 1978, when materials were relatively scarce, this was undoubtedly a top-level reception.

After three rounds of drinks, Feng Dong put down his glass and talked about business directly.

"Miss Lu." Feng Dong spoke in Hong Kong-style Mandarin, his tone sincere: "To tell you the truth, I didn't take the pickled radish you and Zihan made to heart at first, thinking it was just you girls messing around, but I didn't expect that in just a few months, the sales volume would firmly rank first among pickled vegetable products in Hong Kong. For this Spring Canton Fair, I want to use your products as a pilot to see if we can open up a larger market."

Lu Qiaoge's heart moved; this was exactly the result she wanted.

It was impossible to bypass Feng Dong forever when cooperating with Feng Zihan.

And at this time, Director Lu's eyes also lit up; this was good, pickled radish, it sounded very ordinary, but in fact, it could also be made big.

So he looked at Lu Qiaoge, and Lu Qiaoge nodded, ready to accept Feng Dong's kindness.

She was about to open her mouth to thank him, but Mrs. Feng on the side suddenly spoke.

She held a glass of red wine in her hand, shaking it gently, her eyes looking at Lu Qiaoge faintly, and the corners of her mouth hooked into a smile that was not a smile.

"Miss Lu is young and promising, which is truly admirable." Mrs. Feng's voice was gentle, but with a hint of imperceptible sharpness: "However, doing business is like being a person; you have to pay attention to decency and propriety. I have been reading Eileen Chang's * recently, and there is a passage in it that is written extremely well, saying that a man's pity for a woman is perhaps close to love. A woman will never fall in love with a man she thinks is pitiful.

She paused, her gaze lingering on Lu Qiaoge's face, and continued with implication: "I think this can also be said in reverse. Some women always like to put on a pitiful look that needs pity, thinking that this can move those successful men who are used to seeing storms. Little do they know, in the eyes of smart people, this is just a trick played by children, which is neither decent nor stupid. Miss Lu, don't you think so?"

As soon as these words came out, the air in the private room instantly solidified.

Mrs. Feng was using that book to compare people, sarcastically implying that Lu Qiaoge was pretending to be pitiful and playing tricks, trying to seduce Feng Dong!

She probably saw that Feng Dong was paying more and more attention to the pickled radish business of Lu Qiaoge and Feng Zihan, and even had to rely on the relationship between Lu Qiaoge and Old Sun to treat his own illness, so the jealousy and sense of crisis in her heart suddenly erupted.

Feng Dong turned his head abruptly to look at his wife, Xiao Ninglu, sitting beside him.

For a moment, he seemed to be stunned; he didn't think his wife would suddenly erupt and say such inappropriate words. Why use that book as a metaphor? Was it to show off her intelligence or to satirize Director Lu and Lu Qiaoge for not having read the book and not understanding it?

What a fool!

It was simply stupid to the extreme.

At this moment, Feng Dong even had the heart to kill Xiao Ninglu.

Director Lu really didn't know this book, but Lu Qiaoge knew it.

Then he found that Lu Qiaoge's face had changed, and the atmosphere at the dinner table had also changed.

The other two accompanying personnel didn't know either.

Was it because of age? Instead, they hadn't read it.

They didn't know what was going on, but their expressions also had subtle changes.