Chapter 1742: What Exactly Do You Want to Do

Zhang Yujie frowned. He finally knew Zhou Andong's purpose; this guy wanted to dig Zeng Ningwang to the Yuzhou Technology Research Institute.

He couldn't help but feel dissatisfied with Zhou Andong. Can't you talk to Zeng Ningwang privately?

You actually dig people in front of me; how much do you look down on me?

While he was dissatisfied with Zhou Andong, he also felt a sense of resentment towards the headquarters.

For a talent like Zeng Ningwang, there was nothing special before, so ignoring him was ignoring him.

Now he had solved such an important technical problem and brought huge benefits to the company.

Even if there was no bonus, they should have sent someone down to express condolences and give a sweet date.

But until now, there had been no movement, which was not only a lack of respect for Zeng Ningwang but also irresponsible to the company.

It was no wonder Zhou Andong dug people in front of him. If he didn't do it well himself and didn't put such an important talent in his eyes, why shouldn't others come to dig people?

Zhou Andong looked at Zeng Ningwang, his tone very serious: "If you come to the Yuzhou Technology Research Institute, if one day you want to start a business yourself and want to be your own boss, as long as the project is recognized by the group, you can also get the startup fund."

Zhou Andong said so much, it didn't matter whether Zeng Ningwang went to the Yuzhou Technology Research Institute or not.

Because these words would definitely take root and sprout in Zeng Ningwang's heart like seeds.

As long as one day he wanted to start a business, or was bluffed into starting a business.

When he wanted to raise funds, he would definitely think of him, Zhou Andong, for the first time.

Zeng Ningwang was very moved, but still politely refused: "Let me consider it."

"Can!" Zhou Andong nodded with a smile: "My promise is valid at any time. In addition, even if you don't go to the Yuzhou Technology Research Institute, if one day you want to start a business yourself and lack funds, you can also come to me."

"Thank you, Brother Dong." Zeng Ningwang called this Brother Dong sincerely; he was really too moved in his heart.

Zhou Andong looked at Zhang Yujie and said with a smile: "Zhang Zong, I dug people in front of you; you won't blame me, right?"

"No, no," Zhang Yujie laughed: "You dig Zeng Ningwang, which proves that this kid has great potential. I didn't misjudge the person, and I am very happy in my heart."

Zhang Yujie's hypocrisy, how could Zhou Andong not see it?

If he put himself in his shoes, someone dug his people in front of him.

He definitely wouldn't have Zhang Yujie's broad-mindedness and would definitely beat the person out.

"Zhang Zong, are you interested in coming to Yuzhou Technology? You can open the position and salary yourself."

Zhang Yujie was stunned. He didn't expect that after digging Zeng Ningwang, he would attack him again, and then he gave a bitter smile.

"Forget it, I'm doing quite well at Xinke. When I have had enough here one day, I will definitely go to Yuzhou Technology."

Zhou Andong said: "Then it's a deal."

"It's a deal," Zhang Yuj

Zhou Andong had achieved his goal; the next step was to visit the electromagnetic factory workshop.

However, this left questions in the minds of many people.

Especially Jian Zhengrong; it looked like Zhou Andong had come to poach people, but the final result proved otherwise.

This left even Jian Zhengrong confused—what exactly did this kid want to do?

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After Jian Zhengrong and Zhou Andong left, Wan Fuyuan gave some instructions to the deputy manager and then drove home.

His wife, Yang Min, was stunned to see him return suddenly: "Why are you back at this time? Did something happen?"

Wan Fuyuan waved his hand: "I came back because I want to talk to Wan Peng."

Upon hearing this, Yang Min frowned: "What do you want to talk to him about?"

Looking at his wife's expression, it was clear she was dissatisfied with him: "It really is true that a doting mother spoils her son; if it weren't for you indulging him, would he be like this now?"

Yang Min immediately bristled: "Wan Fuyuan, what do you mean by that? What do you mean 'a doting mother spoils her son,' and what do you mean I indulge him? When he wanted to apply for art school, didn't you agree to it?"

"Ah, now that he's turned out like this, you're blaming it on me instead? Is this how you act as a father? You're first-class at shirking responsibility when it comes to not educating your son well."

Wan Fuyuan didn't expect that a single sentence of his would light a powder keg, so he hurriedly raised his hands in surrender.

Kong Yu blushed; this was the second time she had blushed today. Being so shy seemed to be when she was in school.

Yang Min glared: "It was your fault to begin with; you're the one who didn't educate him well, but listening to your tone, it's like I'm the one who wronged you, right?"

Wan Fuyuan hurriedly changed the subject: "I came back with good news; I want to talk to Wan Peng about signing with a music company."

Seeing that Wan Fuyuan had truly surrendered, Yang Min didn't continue to be aggressive, only sighed.

"He doesn't want to sign with a Guangdong company; he wants to go to Beijing, as if you didn't know. If you talk to him about this now, you'll definitely end up arguing again."

Wan Fuyuan smiled: "I told you two days ago that Zhou Andong is staying at the guesthouse, right?"

Yang Min was stunned: "Yes, so what?"

Wan Fuyuan said triumphantly: "Let me put it this way: in just these short two or three days, Zhou Andong has treated me like a brother. This morning, when he came to the restaurant for breakfast, he took the initiative to ask about Wan Peng."

"I told him that the kid is too much of a headache, but he's already over twenty and loves singing, so as parents, we can only support him."

"He said that being in bar settings like this isn't a long-term solution and that he needs to find a music company. I told him the kid wants to go to Beijing, to that Future Culture."

Saying this, the smile on Wan Fuyuan's face became even more triumphant: "Guess what happened?"

Yang Min snorted: "If you want to say it, say it; if not, forget it."

Wan Fuyuan felt snubbed: "He told me he knows the boss of Future Culture and that their relationship is very good. He told me to come back and ask the kid, and if he really wants to develop in Beijing, he'll find a time to arrange for the boss of Future Culture to come out and meet him."

Hearing this, Yang Min was finally moved and asked in disbelief: "Really?"

"Of course it's true," Wan Fuyuan said with dissatisfaction: "I traveled all this way back just to lie to you?"

Yang Min stood up abruptly; she was also worried about this son of hers.

Old Wan was the general manager of the Municipal Party Committee Guesthouse, and she was in the Personnel Bureau—a family like this.

Even in Dongguan, while they might not be at the very top, they were definitely better off than most.

But it was precisely because their son was unreliable, spending all day clutching a broken guitar and singing in bars.

He was already twenty-three, and there wasn't even anyone to introduce him to a potential partner, but what worried her even more was...

It wasn't that the kid couldn't find a partner himself, but rather that among the women he brought home, not a single one was decent.

Wan Fuyuan felt his spine stiffen and took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it.

Yang Min raised an eyebrow, but thinking about the big thing Old Wan had accomplished today, she held back and didn't say anything.

"Do you know what Zhou Andong said to me at the end?"

Wan Fuyuan chuckled and mimicked Zhou Andong's tone.

"'Old Wan, if this were anyone else, I absolutely wouldn't help, because favors are something that, no matter how good the relationship is, get thinner the more you use them.'"

"'But after interacting these past few days, I feel that you, Old Wan, are a person worth befriending. As for me, I have the resources, and since our own kid likes to sing, I naturally can't just watch; I have to give him a hand.'"