Chapter 1900

Zhou Zhou Xianyong's heart stirred. He still admired Zhou Andong's business sense. Since things have reached this point, could the car market here really have great prospects?

"I'll invest!" Zhou Zhou Xianyong immediately made up his mind.

"You'd better not invest. I'll find someone else. In case it loses money, I'd feel so sorry for you."

Zhou Andong refused because the more he thought about it, the more he felt that finding Pu Pu Zhenrong and those fox friends was the most correct choice.

If the Quan family dared to cheat that bunch of guys, they would probably tear the Quan family apart. With them around, the Quan family would have to behave themselves.

After all, how many people can hang out with Pu Pu Dashao and call each other brothers?

Zhou Zhou Xianyong widened his eyes and asked very suspiciously: "Are you refusing?"

"Yes!" Zhou Andong said very bluntly: "I gave you the opportunity, but you didn't grasp it; you can only blame yourself."

"Don't regret it."

Zhou Zhou Xianyong warned Zhou Andong, but he didn't know that one day in the future, the one who would regret it would be him.

Zhou Andong laughed: "Rest assured, I won't regret it."

Zhou Zhou Xianyong muttered something: "Forget it, let's talk about that textile factory."

"Right, let's talk about the textile factory, how to cooperate."

Zhou Wanyu said this and looked at Zhou Andong; it seems she has great interest in the textile factory.

The three of them chatted about the acquisition of the textile factory. As for Zhou Yu, who was bored and yawning next to them, he didn't count as a person in their hearts.

After chatting for more than an hour, they decided that the three would jointly invest in the acquisition of the textile factory. As for the investment amount and shares of the three parties, they would have to wait until after the negotiations to determine.

After talking, Zhou Andong checked the time: "Have you eaten?"

"Not yet." Zhou Wanyu rubbed her stomach: "I was hungry just now."

Upon hearing about eating, Zhou Yu immediately became spirited: "Where are we going to eat, what are we eating?"

Zhou Andong stood up: "Let's go, let's go eat steamed buns at Zhou Zhou Anlei's place."

"Just eat steamed buns?" Zhou Yu was very dissatisfied: "I say Big Brother, you are too stingy. We came from so far away, and you are just treating us to steamed buns?"

Zhou Wanyu glared at Zhou Yu: "If you want to eat, eat; if not, get lost."

"Aunt!" Zhou Andong looked at Zhou Wanyu in surprise: "Your Mandarin is getting better and better; even your scolding is so authentic."

Zhou Wanyu laughed: "My Mandarin has always been not bad, okay? It's just that there's a little accent."

"You are so 'jiche' (annoying/fussy)!" Zhou Andong said, imitating the Wanwan accent.

It immediately caused Zhou Wanyu to burst into laughter: "You learned it quite well."

"Where is Zhou Anlei's steamed bun shop, is it far?"

Zhou Zhou Xianyong asked. Whether it was him or Zhou Wanyu, they still missed the steamed buns made by Fatty Sister.

"It's right across from the liquor factory."

Zhou Andong replied, went down the stairs, and left the factory department.

Fatty Sister's steamed bun shop's business was still as good as ever. It was already past eight o'clock in the evening, and all the tables were full of guests drinking. Of course, they were all liquor factory employees.

When Zhou Andong came in, someone saw him and hurriedly stood up to greet him.

"Chairman!"

Once this employee shouted, everyone else looked up and then stood up one after another.

"Chairman!"

"Chairman!"

"……"

Zhou Andong said with a smile: "You guys continue drinking, just don't drink too much and affect work tomorrow."

"We won't!"

"Rest assured!"

"It's just drinking some beer, it doesn't matter."

"……"

"Dongzi!"

Zhou Zhou Anlei was standing behind the glass counter, writing something with a pen. Seeing Zhou Andong coming, he threw the pen and walked out.

Immediately after, he saw Zhou Zhou Xianyong, Zhou Wanyu, and Zhou Yu.

"Uncle, Aunt!" Zhou Zhou Anlei greeted them very enthusiastically, then looked at Zhou Yu: "Why are you here?"

Zhou Yu curled his lips: "Can't I come?"

"For the sake of Uncle and Aunt, I won't argue with a fool like you."

Zhou Zhou Anlei snorted. The two of them were full of gunpowder as soon as they met, which made Zhou Wanyu very helpless.

These two guys seemed to clash. During the Spring Festival, they looked at each other with displeasure and were always competing.

It was fortunate that Zhou Yu didn't stay in Anqiu Hutong for many days before running away; otherwise, the two of them might have escalated to a full-blown physical fight.

"Uncle, Aunt!" Zhou Zhou Anlei said: "There are no seats for now, you guys sit for a while, they will be down soon. I'll have Fatty Sister prepare a small side dish first."

Fatty Sister, who was busy in the kitchen, heard the commotion outside, lifted the kitchen curtain, and came out. Seeing Zhou Andong and the others, a happy smile immediately appeared on her face.

"Chairman!"

Fatty Sister had always had her own persistence regarding how to address Zhou Andong, because she thought calling him Dongzi or Andong was too disrespectful.

Even though Zhou Andong asked her to call him that and she nodded in agreement, she still called him that anyway. To put it bluntly, it was her inner inferiority complex at work.

After all, she was a woman in a second marriage with a child, especially given Zhou Andong's status and position; she never dared to consider herself Zhou Andong's sister-in-law.

Fatty Sister looked at Zhou Zhou Xianyong and Zhou Wanyu, hesitated for a moment, and then called out.

"Uncle, Aunt, what would you like to eat? I'll go make it for you."

Zhou Wanyu said with a smile: "Since the Spring Festival, I've wanted to eat the steamed buns you make more than once."

Fatty Sister's face lit up: "Good, I'll make them for you now, they'll be ready soon, you guys sit first."

Soon, a table of guests paid the bill and left, and Zhou Andong and the others sat down.

Fatty Sister brought a few side dishes first: "Twenty minutes, the steamed buns will be ready, you guys drink first."

The meal lasted until nearly eleven o'clock before breaking up. Zhou Andong sent Zhou Zhou Xianyong, Zhou Wanyu, and Zhou Yu to the hotel.

Because it was too late, he didn't return to the liquor factory and opened a room at the hotel.

Waking up the next day, Zhou Andong had already washed up and it was past eight o'clock, so he called Deng Deng Zhangli.

"Leader, I found two Wanwan businessmen for you. They are in Jiangzhou and are preparing to go to the textile factory to inspect it today. Can you arrange it?"

When Deng Deng Zhangli heard that two Wanwan businessmen wanted to acquire the textile factory, he wasn't as happy as expected.

"Aren't you buying it?"

In Deng Deng Zhangli's view, whether they were Wanwan businessmen or not wasn't important; what was important was being able to save the factory.

Because only if the factory lived could the more than nine thousand employees and more than nine thousand families have food to eat.

And in Deng Deng Zhangli's heart, the only one who could save the textile factory was Zhou Andong; he didn't believe in anyone else, even Wanwan businessmen.

"The three of us are investing together." Zhou Andong also knew what Deng Deng Zhangli was thinking: "Can you arrange it today?"

"Yes!" Deng Deng Zhangli laughed. As long as Zhou Andong invested, it didn't matter to him: "I will notify the textile factory to make reception preparations now."

"Forget about the reception preparations." Zhou Andong said: "It's already bankrupt, so don't bother. We're just going to see the situation at the textile factory."

"I understand."

Deng Deng Zhangli didn't talk nonsense. After hanging up the phone, he immediately called the textile factory director, Chen Changchun.