Chapter 1960

Coke Headquarters!

Jiang Yuping had just finished eating and returned to her room, sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and leaned back, looking exhausted.

Immediately afterward, the room door was knocked on. Jiang Yuping didn't move, "It's not locked, come in."

Zhao Hongxing walked in, beaming with joy, not noticing the look on Jiang Yuping's face, and sat down opposite her.

"Yuping, good news, headquarters has agreed to our 'Come for Another Bottle' promotional activity."

Jiang Yuping opened her eyes and slowly took a puff of the cigarette, "Because they have already realized that if they don't take action, they will definitely lose the Chinese market."

"Regardless, those damn capitalists have compromised." Zhao Hongxing said with full momentum, "Next, let Zhou Andong see the strength of an international giant."

Jiang Yuping remained silent, which made Zhao Hongxing very puzzled.

"What's wrong, no confidence?"

Jiang Yuping rested her head against the back of the sofa, looking up at the faint smoke slowly rising and drifting toward the ceiling.

"The scandal of prize-based sales won't pass so easily. Although we stopped the loss in time and compensated consumers for their losses, once credibility collapses, it takes a long time to rebuild."

"With price cuts and giveaway activities, Coke's sales will certainly increase, but to defeat Future, this is not enough, far from enough."

Zhao Hongxing frowned, "Are you being a bit too pessimistic?"

"It's you who are too optimistic."

Jiang Yuping sat up straight and pressed the half-smoked cigarette into the ashtray.

"Future Cola has been on the market for a year. We have been competing for a year, and we have been suppressed and beaten the whole time; doesn't that explain anything?"

"That's because those damn capitalists at headquarters didn't support us."

Whenever this was mentioned, Zhao Hongxing gritted his teeth in hatred; if it weren't for headquarters dragging their feet, how could he be so passive?

"Now headquarters has given us maximum support, not only giving us 20 million USD in advertising expenses but also letting us make our own decisions on all domestic sales activities. I don't believe I can't kill that Zhou Andong."

"20 million USD is too little to fight a price war with Zhou Andong." Jiang Yuyue shook her head, "Besides, Xurishang is about to be listed in Xiangjiang; once the listing is successful, they won't need the Yugong Group's capital support at all."

"Listing?" Zhao Hongxing laughed loudly, "I received news that Zhou Andong offended Sony, and Xurishang has no hope of being listed."

Jiang Yuping fell silent again, and only after a long while did she say, "In short, I am not as optimistic as you; he must still have a backup plan."

Zhao Hongxing snorted, "Yuping, are you still thinking about Zhou Andong? This period of time, you've been very strange."

Jiang Yuping didn't speak, but looked at Zhao Hongxing, just looked, without blinking.

Zhao Hongxing felt uncomfortable all over being stared at by those eyes that had no emotion, and were even somewhat cold.

"Ha!" This guy chuckled dryly, "That, Yuping, I was joking."

"Don't make such jokes randomly in the future." Jiang Yuping stood up, "I'm tired."

"Okay, get some rest early; tomorrow we start getting busy."

Zhao Hongxing left. Jiang Yuping didn't go to rest, but stood by the window for a long time without moving, not knowing what she was thinking.

Jingcheng Hotel!

Yoshioka Kunihiko sat very comfortably on the sofa, holding a glass of red wine in his hand.

Xurishang's listing was blocked; he had already received the news, so he was in a particularly good mood.

As for why he didn't return to Japan, it was because he believed Zhou Andong would compromise very soon.

Returning now would mean having to come back in a few days; it was too troublesome, so it was better to just stay here and treat it as a vacation.

"President Yoshioka!" Kojiki Ichiro also held a glass of red wine, "Should we contact Zhou Andong?"

"No!" Yoshioka Kunihiko waved his hand, "It's not the time yet. Contact him after Zhou Andong gets his head broken and bleeding; then he will definitely compromise."

Kojiki Ichiro smiled and nodded, "President's mind is still meticulous; I was too eager."

Yoshioka Kunihiko checked the time, "My time for studying English has arrived; have Teacher Vanessa come over."

"Hai!"

Kojiki Ichiro drank the red wine in his glass and then turned and left.

Twenty minutes later, a woman wearing a tight skirt, black silk stockings, and blonde hair with blue eyes walked into the room.

"Mr. Yoshioka, where are we studying English today?"

"I think studying English in the bathroom would be very nice."

Yoshioka Kunihiko's gaze moved down from the woman's huge 'milk source' all the way down, finally stopping on the pair of long legs wrapped in black silk.

The woman smiled charmingly, twisted her waist, walked over in high heels, then bent down, picked up Yoshioka Kunihiko in a princess carry, and entered the bathroom.

Qu Family!

There were over twenty people gathered in the living room, either standing or sitting.

Qu Zhengnong sat on the sofa, the expression on that old face very calm.

But everyone could feel the anger hidden behind the old man's calmness.

Time was passing bit by bit; everyone present was holding their breath, not daring to breathe loudly.

Qu Wenfeng's mother, Wu Yanxia, really couldn't endure this atmosphere anymore, and it was her son who was taken away by the military law enforcement department; anyone could be silent, but she couldn't.

"Dad, you must think of a way to save Wenfeng."

Qu Zhengnong was just about to get angry and scold, but seeing his daughter-in-law's red and swollen eyes from crying, he forcibly suppressed his anger.

"Do you know what he has done?"

Wu Yanxia wiped away her tears, "No matter what he did, he is your own grandson; you cannot not save him."

Qu Zhengnong's hand had been trembling slightly; if it weren't for knowing this was from anger, one would definitely think he had Parkinson's.

"Before, he trafficked drugs and made people take the blame, and I used my old face to go find leaders to protect him. But this time, he actually dared to touch military weapons. Does he think that our Qu family has lived too comfortably these past few decades?"

"Dad!" Qu Wenfeng's father, Qu Yanhai, bit the bullet and said, "This matter is indeed Wenfeng going a bit too far, but we can't just watch him be sent to the execution ground, right?"

"You call the things he did 'going a bit too far'?"

Qu Zhengnong could suppress his anger toward his daughter-in-law, but toward his son, his fire suddenly rose; he picked up the teacup next to him and smashed it fiercely.

Qu Yanhai tilted his head to dodge it, and with a 'bang', the teacup smashed onto the ground behind him, shattering into pieces.

Qu Zhengnong roared fiercely, "Trafficking drugs, smuggling weapons—in your mouth, it's just 'going a bit too far'? If the son is not taught, it is the father's fault. If one day Qu Wenfeng is sent to the execution ground, you will have more than half the responsibility."