If You Don't Accept the Confession, Why Are You Crying When I Change My Mind?

Chapter 519 Jiang Zhou, I miss you a bit (please book all!!!)

Zhang Ming and Yang Zhen fell into silence.

They have a very strange feeling now.

That is wanting to think, but not knowing what to think.

It's all done by now.

Jiang Zhou's veto power has been removed.

SoftBank can now enter the factory in minutes as long as it wants to invest.

What other means can Xingzhou Holdings use?

Otherwise, Jiang Zhou wouldn't have just knocked down the tea table in a rage.

Let alone ask a little girl to come over to be an executive and do things every day.

This can only be described as frustrating.

Then why are you pissed off?

It's because they have nothing else to do.

Only rely on this destructive behavior to express the anger in his heart.

But now everything seems to have suddenly changed the direction of the wind.

They didn't know anything, they didn't hear anything.

Then all of a sudden, everything that was good looked bad.

Even this box of Qiu Li ointment has a vaguely chilling feeling.

"The most critical issue now is to figure out what Jiang Zhou did."

"Especially during his time in Beihai, I vaguely feel that this is the crux of the matter."

"Go and check Jiang Zhou's itinerary first, and by the way, check the itinerary of others in the SoftBank delegation."

"Oh yes, that Xiao Lin or something, check it out for me too."

Zhang Ming calmed down and said while thinking.

The way he feels now is similar to how Jiang Zhou felt a month ago.

There is no good way, and no idea of ​​breaking the game.

But you can't sit still, you can only make some efforts in the possible direction.

"What about you?"

Zhang Ming squeezed his fist: "We have to prepare both hands, so I plan to go to Wall Street."

Yang Zhen was slightly taken aback: "But the conditions that SoftBank gave us are the best."

"I know!"

"Then you..."

Zhang Ming took a deep breath: "What if? What if Jiang Zhou pretended to be before? What if he has the ability to come back at any time' ˇ?"

Yang Zhen pursed his dry lips: "If he can make a comeback, we will be finished."

"That's right, he will purge and replace us all, because we are already unfaithful, and it's such a time, do we still have the qualifications to choose collaborators?"

"But can he have the ability to make a comeback?"

Zhang Ming sighed deeply: "Charlie's attitude couldn't be more obvious, he has already seen it!"

Yang Zhen clenched his fists: "And there are more than a dozen proportions in Mr. Charlie's place."

"That's right, plus the thirty or so he already has, he really has a controlling stake."

"This guy has been back for a whole day, and he sent a box of Qiu Li ointment. Isn't this intention obvious?"

"He's saying, I'm back from Beihai, let's see!"

"And then we saw Charlie's pear cream!"

Zhang Ming took a deep breath: "In short, no matter who you are working with now, you must not let Jiang Zhou come back!"

Yang Zhen was silent for a while, then nodded and left the president's office quickly.

But halfway through, he suddenly stopped.

Then he looked at the place where he was standing with those eyes that said whether it was bright or not.

Zhang Ming owns shares in the company, and there are quite a few.

Even if Jiang Zhou really makes a comeback, at most he will lose the management right.

But I am different, I am a boat drifting in the wind and waves.

If it is cleaned up, do you really want to be a detective to support your family?

Zhang Ming wanted to prepare both hands.

On the one hand, it will stabilize SoftBank, and on the other hand, it will go to Wall Street to negotiate.

What about yourself?

Yang Zhen asked himself.

Then I have to prepare both hands!

I used to follow Zhang Ming because I thought he could win!

It turns out that every move he makes is very good.

But now I don't know why it's unstable.

That means that his boat is likely to be overturned.

Yang Zhen took a deep breath and walked out of the Zijun Building.

Standing on the steps in front of the door, he began to rummage through his phone contacts.

"Hey, Mr. Huang, can you talk to Xingzhou Holdings over there?"

"Unfamiliar? Oh, sorry."

...

"Hey, President Chen, hahaha, stay safe."

"I want to ask you, can you talk to Xingzhou Holdings?"

"Oh, I haven't contacted you, right, okay?"

...

"Hey, Mr. Liu...?"

...

"Hey, Mr. Ji..."

After a long while, Yang Zhen hung up the phone and frowned deeply.

Then he took a deep breath and drove directly to the Guomao business district.

He couldn't care about checking Jiang Zhou's itinerary.

Because since SoftBank has retreated, it means that Jiang Zhou's means are not something they can resolve.

He and Zhang Mingke have never been tied to death.

Another way of thinking, he may have a chance to make amends now.

Half an hour later, Yang Zhen came to the international trade business circle.

Then as soon as he opened the door, he saw an elegant woman sitting in the corner.

She was young, with shoulder-length hair cut slightly inward.

She was wearing a dark green jacket and skinny jeans.

"¨Mr. Ji, long time no see."

"Long time no see, Mr. Yang."

Ji Zihan smiled slightly: "What to drink?"

Yang Zhen swallowed: "I won't drink anything, and I won't be able to sleep at night after drinking it."

"Hehe, okay, but...why are you a little nervous?"

"Mr. Ji, how well do you know Jiang Zhou?"

Ji Zihan is the president of Baiyue Media.

She once did Jumeiyoupin with Xingzhou.

That project was led by Fit.

Later, Baiyue entered the venue, Ji Zihan was in charge of the operation, and Jiang Zhou retired to the second line.

But who knew that this project would be a big pit.

It is a deep pit specially prepared by Jiang Zhou for Feng Yue.

Later, the project died, and Jumei Support is now half-dead.

But because of this incident, Baiyue became a partner of Jingnan Investment.

Pin Xixi now has all the propaganda projects in her hands.

"Mr. Jiang and I have worked together on projects, and now I'm helping him with operations."

"That means you're familiar?"

Ji Zihan hesitated for a while and then nodded: "It can be said that, after all, we drank in private."

Yang Zhen nodded slightly: "Does President Jiang usually like anything?"

"this……"

"Mr. Ji, help."

Ji Zihan touched the amulet outside his clothes.

She blushed a little embarrassed, so she took a sip of coffee.

"He... likes breasts."

Yang Zhen was slightly taken aback: "President Jiang's preferences are so unpretentious?".