Chapter 2099

Just when Mitsui Gen'nosuke was restless and frowned, the door of the conference room opened.

The first to enter was Sasaki Keiko, wearing a hip-hugging skirt, silk stockings, and high heels, still showing her perfect figure to men without reservation.

After she entered, she stood by the door, bowed slightly, and elegantly made a gesture of "please".

Then, Yoshioka Kunihiko and Zhou Andong walked in, followed closely by Yuan Wanqi and the translation and negotiation team.

Because today is just an initial contact, and the purpose is to convey the negotiation intentions of both parties, the real negotiation will start from tomorrow, so no lawyers attended this meeting.

But everyone knows in their hearts that since the other party is willing to talk, it means they have accepted Zhou Andong's conditions, and this negotiation will not have too much difficulty.

Seeing Zhou Andong coming, the first to stand up was Mitsui Gen'nosuke, followed by Watanabe Jingyuan.

Those other directors didn't intend to stand up to welcome him. In their hearts, this Zhina person, Zhou Andong, did not deserve their respect.

But seeing that the president and Mitsui Gen'nosuke had all stood up, their faces became a bit ugly, and they had to stand up.

Zhou Andong glanced at it and took all the expressions of everyone into his eyes, with a smile that was not a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"President Watanabe, kept you waiting, sorry."

Watanabe Jingyuan was also full of smiles and shook hands with Zhou Andong.

"Mr. Zhou is too polite. This is Japan. We are the host, you are the guest, and the host waiting for the guest is the due etiquette."

Zhou Andong suppressed the mouth he wanted to curl. If he wasn't tough enough and didn't have enough chips in his hands, it would be a ghost if this old devil could be so friendly.

"Mr. Zhou, please sit!"

Watanabe Jingyuan invited Zhou Andong to sit down, and Yuan Wanqi and Chen Hua sat on his two sides.

And another translator, Li Bin, sat in the middle of the negotiation team, responsible for translating for others.

Commercial negotiations of billions of US dollars involve complex problems, and a single translator is obviously not enough.

Zhou Andong scanned the crowd again, and then said to Watanabe Jingyuan with a smile: "President Watanabe, I believe President Yoshioka has already conveyed my conditions to you. You should be able to deeply feel my sincerity."

Watanabe Jingyuan also responded straightforwardly: "Today we can sit at this negotiation table, which fully proves the sincerity and willingness of our Sony company. However, we also have our own bottom line and interest demands, and I hope you can understand."

Two simple and direct sentences quickly reached an initial intention. This smoothness made Zhou Andong feel quite surprised. This old devil didn't even show a trace of struggle.

However, after thinking about it carefully, he understood. Sony's situation is not so good now, so no matter how aggrieved they are in their hearts, they can only accept it. After all, now is not the time to care, but to solve the problem as soon as possible to avoid long nights and dreams.

"Of course!" Zhou Andong smiled slightly: "We are all businessmen, pursuing a win-win situation. As long as we can reach a consensus, we will definitely be able to find a solution."

Watanabe Jingyuan nodded and was very satisfied with Zhou Andong's attitude: "I hope we can maintain good communication in the next negotiations and reach an agreement as soon as possible."

The first day of negotiation was very relaxed. Although it did not enter the substantive stage, the overall framework was basically determined. Tomorrow, the bargaining session between the two sides will begin.

But except for the 13.6% shares held in hand, Zhou Andong will never pay an extra cent.

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Beijing!

Just when Zhou Andong was negotiating with the little devil, two people were sitting in the office of the director of the State-owned Assets Office, one of whom was the director, Shi Guoqiang.

This guy sat behind the desk, smoking one cigarette after another. In the curling smoke, his face looked a little blurred, and only those eyes revealed deep worry and irritability.

On the sofa opposite, sat a bald middle-aged man with a fat body, especially his stomach, which was bulging, as if he were a pregnant woman of six or seven months, and he was Hu Dajun, the deputy secretary of the party group and factory director of the Textile Mill.

At this moment, his eyes were red, and his face was full of anger. One hand held the teacup tightly, as if he wanted to crush it. His lips trembled slightly, and he seemed to be trying his best to control his emotions.

"Director, what exactly is going on?" Hu Dajun's voice was a little hoarse, with unwillingness and incomprehension: "I don't understand why such a situation suddenly appeared?"

Shi Guoqiang took a deep breath and said slowly: "This matter is too sudden. Originally, everything was under control. Now all plans have been disrupted."

"I don't understand why the above suddenly wants Zhou Andong to serve as the factory director of the Textile Mill."

Hu Dajun's fat face trembled, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

"Zhou Andong is a private enterprise boss. He is indeed very good at business, but does he have the ability to manage such a large factory as the Textile Mill? Three or four thousand employees, is the above not afraid that he will cause problems?"

Shi Guoqiang's mood was also not beautiful. You know, the party secretary of the Textile Mill is held by him concurrently. If he loses the Textile Mill, his power will shrink by a large margin.

Shi Guoqiang narrowed his eyes slightly, holding a cigarette in one hand and tapping the chair armrest rhythmically with the other.

"I think the news released by the above is not the final result, it should just be a test."

Hu Dajun didn't understand: "Test what?"

Shi Guoqiang pondered: "The situation of the Textile Mill is very clear to the above. Various relationships are complex and intertwined. Even when we do things, we are sometimes timid.

So the above released the wind, sending Zhou Andong to serve as the factory director of the Textile Mill, estimated to be to see how much resistance there is."

Hu Dajun frowned: "You mean, if the resistance is too great, the above will give up this idea?"

"Right!" Shi Guoqiang nodded: "If there is no resistance, the above will logically put Zhou Andong into the Textile Mill. If the resistance is too great, the above may let this matter become a rumor."

"Snap!" Hu Dajun slapped his thigh hard and stood up: "Damn, I'll go back and arrange it. Absolutely cannot let Zhou Andong enter the Textile Mill."

Shi Guoqiang pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray: "This method of yours won't work."

Hu Dajun's fat meat trembled, and he grinned: "If tens of thousands of employees oppose Zhou Andong, the above will naturally not risk universal condemnation and send Zhou Andong to serve as factory director."

"This method of yours won't work," Shi Guoqiang shook his head slightly: "Even if it succeeds, the above will definitely settle accounts after the autumn and deal with you?"