Chapter 405

"What do you think?" Seeing Jian Qiu's voice was magnetic, very light and gentle, lazy, with an indescribable temptation.

Zhou Andong scratched his head: "My father-in-law called me."

Seeing Jian Qiu said: "He wouldn't call you for no reason, and he wouldn't say he doesn't oppose us even if he were drunk. Since he said it, it proves he has something to ask of you, and this matter is not small; tell me, what is it."

There was no other way; Zhou Andong told her everything that had happened during this period from beginning to end.

Seeing Jian Qiu said with some resentment: "I didn't expect so many things to happen; why didn't you tell me."

Zhou Andong said: "If I told you, you couldn't help, and you would worry instead, so I didn't tell you."

Seeing Jian Qiu was moved, her face blooming with smiles, but she didn't forget the key question.

"The British royal family wants to buy Jiang Xiaobai and specifically asked to talk to you; what's going on?"

Zhou Andong sighed secretly; she didn't let it go, so he had to bite the bullet and tell her what happened in Shanghai, how he met the British old lady and Eileen.

Of course, even if a knife were held to his neck, he wouldn't say anything about that kiss with Eileen, or Eileen's status as a princess.

"That British old lady, named Flora, is a dance teacher at the British Royal Opera House; I gave her and Eileen a few bottles of Jiang Xiaobai, and maybe she recommended it to the British royal family."

Seeing Jian Qiu said with a smile: "I'll count that as you passing."

Zhou Andong breathed a sigh of relief secretly, but still asked a suicidal question: "Do you believe me that much?"

Seeing Jian Qiu said very seriously: "You are my man; if I don't believe you, who can I believe? Of course, Mrs. Flora is very well-known in British high society.

But she is very low-key, and ordinary British people know very little about her. Since you said the name Flora, it proves that your words have a high degree of credibility."

Zhou Andong gave a guilty laugh: "How is the situation in the British stock market now?"

Seeing Jian Qiu said happily: "Much better than expected; our money is growing rapidly every day. However, according to our analysis, in about another month, it will enter an adjustment period, and the upward momentum will begin to slow down; it can last until February or March next year, and by then we can close our positions."

Zhou Andong said: "You can hand it over to others, and then go to Xiangjiang. Next month I will take Dad to Beijing for treatment, and then I will find time to see you."

"Okay!" Seeing Jian Qiu said: "I'll make arrangements; I have to go to Xiangjiang by the end of December anyway."

"Okay!" Zhou Andong said: "We have to make arrangements here at home too; besides, Wu Huilin is in Jiangzhou, and she has to wait a while before returning to Xiangjiang."

The two chatted about work for a while, and then started being all lovey-dovey, talking for more than half an hour before putting down the phone.

Zhou Andong lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling without blinking; after a while, he suddenly turned over and got up.

"No, Cheng Zhanjun played me; although I took advantage of a lot, I can't let him be too proud."

Muttering, Zhou Andong picked up the phone and dialed Cheng Zhanjun's house. After it rang twice, the other party answered.

Zhou Andong first sighed heavily: "Leader, there is one thing, the more I think about it, the more stifled I feel, it's simply life-weary. If this hurdle can't be passed, even if I return to the liquor factory, I definitely won't be in the mood to work."

After about ten seconds, Cheng Zhanjun said: "Speak, what hurdle can't you pass."

Zhou Andong said: "I was investigated for no reason, removed from my post, and slandered and libeled by some reporters; this matter cannot just pass silently like this. No matter who is involved, they must pay the price for this wrong behavior.

Especially the black hand behind the scenes, no matter how big a figure they are, if I don't take this opportunity to give them two pokes, hitting them until they can't take care of their lower body, who knows when they will come and pee on me again."

The muscles on Cheng Zhanjun's face twitched: "Why didn't you say this to Secretary Jian last night?"

Zhou Andong said righteously: "That's my father-in-law; how could I let him do things that offend people."

"..."

Cheng Zhanjun wanted to scold him, but finally held back: "I can consider this matter!"

Zhou Andong curled his lips: "Don't burn it; by then I'll be depressed, and I really won't be able to do anything."

Cheng Zhanjun hung up the phone without hesitation.

Zhou Andong held the phone and muttered: "Still so impolite."

After finishing, he put down the phone, "Sleep!"

Cheng Zhanjun sat on the sofa smoking, the evening news was playing on TV, but he was so bothered by Zhou Andong that he had no mood to watch TV at all. However, he also felt that this opportunity was rare.

Let the other party understand that he, Cheng Zhanjun, was not without a temper. It's just that whenever he thought of Zhou Andong's words, he got angry. What does it mean that he shouldn't let his father-in-law do things that offend people? It turns out he's just letting him do it.

The next day, the Provincial State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission came down; Zhou Andong didn't expect it to be so fast.

Time passed like this, in Zhou Andong's leisure and in the busyness of most people.

December 1, 1992, the eighth day of the eleventh lunar month, Tuesday!

Zhou Andong got up in the morning, pulled back the curtains, and saw that it was snowing outside, the whole world was white.

"Hoo!"

Zhou Andong let out a long breath and muttered: "Another month, and it will have been a year since I returned to this era."

"Bang bang bang..."

A heavy knocking sound came from outside; Zhou Andong turned to open the door and saw Gu Bing standing outside.

"It's snowing heavily, what are you doing running here."

Gu Bing patted the snow off his body, entered the room, and took off his overcoat: "The contract is being signed today; I didn't sleep well last night."

Zhou Andong said with a smile: "It's Qiu Dongfang acquiring the liquor factory's shares; why are you so excited that you can't sleep."

Gu Bing picked up the thermos, found a cup, and poured a cup of hot water: "Jiang Xiaobai's market share in the Sanbei is already less than thirty percent; if this continues, by the end of the year, I'm afraid it will withdraw from the Sanbei market."

Zhou Andong said: "We are going to the liquor factory to sign the contract; you just wait at home."

Gu Bing said: "You brat are too bad; such a big thing, and you didn't reveal a bit of wind, Jiang Huaicheng is still kept in the dark. These past few days he has been spinning around anxiously, his mouth even has blisters.

Yesterday he scolded Tang Fuyuan bloody; if the Jiang Xiaobai with prizes can't be launched within a week, he will deal with him. However, even so, he didn't forget to pay attention to the group preparations, asking Old Du every day how the preparations were going."

Zhou Andong said: "What does this have to do with you running over to find me?"

Gu Bing gave a chuckle: "It is said that there are many reporters today; I want to go back with you, I will definitely be able to catch a few shots, how glorious that would be."

Zhou Andong rolled his eyes, turned and went into the bathroom to wash up, and after finishing, he tidied up and put his clothes into the suitcase. He wouldn't have to stay in the hotel tonight.

At this time, Wu Huilin and Tang Bei arrived: "How is it?"

Zhou Andong waved his hand and dragged the suitcase out: "Let's go!"