Hello White-Eyed Wolf in Quick Travel

It's not that I don't want to find people out, it's just that I checked over and over again. Not only did I not get the results I wanted, but I also alienated the people in my company.

This feeling is very powerless, even if the company has made arrangements at all levels to ensure that the other party cannot obtain any information about their company.

But their finished products still crashed frequently.

This made him have to wonder if he was really behind the times, otherwise why would he lose to a young man frequently.

Fang Ketao kept comforting himself in his heart, saying that the reason was that his skills were inferior to others, so he simply put the matter on hold and devoted himself to developing new products in preparation for a turnaround.

But the company's problems did not disappear just because he suspended the investigation. He even began to confirm that the other party must have used some method to steal his information.

The reason is that they have been studying a new type of composite material since last year, and now they have reached the final stage of data collection.

But who would have thought that the rival company would also let out the news, saying that they had developed the same material and that it would be available soon.

How is this possible? His company is engaged in technology. The development of this material was originally a mistake. Could it be that the other party also had the same experience as him, but he could not find any evidence.

Fang Ketao has been worrying about these things for nearly a year.

He is engaged in industry, which means he will have a lot of upfront investment.

The other party always took the lead in occupying the market, which broke all his plans.

Now that the company's capital chain has problems, it is waiting for new materials to turn around. If the company is allowed to take the lead again, then he will have no choice but to wait for bankruptcy.

But the damn thing is that he couldn't even find the spy, let alone find any evidence.

Seeing the faint anger on Fang Ketao's face, Yu Guang's brows and eyes were filled with smiles: "You are right, the other party did steal your information in a shabby way."

Fang Ketaolai looked at Yu Guang in astonishment, his voice trembling: "What you said is true!"

For such a long time, everyone has been saying that his technology is outdated, he cannot keep up with the times, and he is being compared by young people.

This was the first time someone told him that his company's information was really stolen there.

Fang Ketao stared at Yu Guang closely until Yu Guang nodded and confirmed the authenticity of the news, then asked Yu Guang with a trembling voice: "Who did it? Who did it?"

He had a hunch that this name was not what he wanted to hear.

He looked at Fang Ketao with a smile from the corner of his eye: "Don't think nonsense. If your premonition was really that good, you wouldn't be so frustrated. I can tell you, you will never guess who took your information."

Fang Ketao's brain was working hard, and finally the most unlikely candidate popped up as Yu Guang said: "Sister Cleaning!"

Yu Guang stood up, patted the dust on his body, and casually reported a series of numbers: "It's not appropriate to talk about your matters here. If you really want to know who did it, just call me. My last message today is You keep it till night.”

After saying that, he waved to Jingsheng and said, "It's time to finish the work."

Another day of hard work.

Jingsheng hurriedly followed and squeezed out of the crowd with Yu Guang.

Fang Ketao was left standing there, watching Yu Guang's retreating figure, and there were still rumors in his ears about how powerful Yu Guang was.

Fang Ketao looked down at the number on his mobile phone: Isn't this the number of the precious son of the old Zhao family? Did the master just give the wrong number?

In the car dealership, Yu Guang slowly followed the shopping guide, listening to the other person's introduction to the car's performance.

Nowadays, the service awareness has increased. In the car dealership that Yu Guang came to, there is no such thing as looking down on people or despising customers.

Jingsheng, on the other hand, seemed a little embarrassed. He sat on the sofa and looked nervously at the delicate cake on the plate, with no intention of reaching out to take it.

This car dealership was even more gorgeous than the one she went to last time. She didn't even dare to say anything now, for fear of being seen as rustic.

When she went out with Zhao Xing before, she thought everything was normal. That was because she didn't care.

But the longer she spent with Yu Guang, the more worried she became about embarrassing Yu Guang.

The shopping guide introduced it for a while, then looked at Yu Guang politely: "Do we have any special requirements here? I can help you choose one."

Out of the corner of his eye, he raised the corners of his lips to the shopping guide: "Do you have any small cakes? Give me a plate."

Shopping guide: "." Actually, what I just asked about was the car.

Just when Jingsheng was frozen on the sofa, wondering whether his sitting posture was appropriate, a plate of small cakes suddenly appeared in front of him.

Jingsheng looked up and saw that out of the corner of his eye he was swallowing what was in his mouth, and then he raised his chin to her: "The snacks here are good, I'm a little hungry so I'll eat some first, you can also fill your stomach, we will go out to eat later." "

Jingsheng nodded stiffly, and his stomach, which had been sucked in nervously, slowly relaxed: "Hey!"

Watching Yu Guang leave with the shopping guide again, Jingsheng blinked: Is this specifically to comfort her?

A mouthful of cake was stuffed in the mouth, the sweet cream melted on the tip of the tongue, but the nose was slightly sour.

This guy is really troublesome

I walked around with the shopping guide for nearly an hour and looked at all the cars.

The shopping guide's mouth was dry as he spoke, but he still couldn't figure out Yu Guang's intention.

After Jingsheng finished two plates of small cakes, he began to flip through magazines and drink scented tea. The shopping guide also began to drink water frequently. Yu Guang finally smiled at the shopping guide and said: "Is there a car that can drive away directly?"

The shopping guide stopped for a moment to drink water: "Which one do you want to talk about?"

She thought this man was just here to eat, but she didn't expect that he really wanted to buy it.

Out of the corner of his eye, he pushed up his glasses and said, "Whatever, as long as there's a car available."

This choice was a bit wide, and the shopping guide thought about it carefully: "There are two current cars, one costs 700,000 to 800,000 yuan, and the other one costs more than 100 yuan, but if you want to drive it away, I have to go get it for you." Temporary license.”

Existing cars are not cheap.

Any car can fit into a villa.

Yu Guang smiled and nodded: "Okay, I'll get one anyway. Please find someone to help me drive home later."

The shopping guide looked at Yu Guang with dumbfounded eyes. It took him a long time to understand what the other party meant, and immediately nodded hurriedly: "Okay!"

What I learned in the training class is indeed correct. You cannot underestimate every customer who comes into the store and see how aggressive they are.

When Yu Guang came back, Jingsheng had returned to his original state at home: "The car has been chosen!"

This magazine is really worthless. It says it's about fashion, but it's actually full of girls showing off their stuff. It should be for men!

He nodded from the corner of his eye: "I've chosen."

Jingsheng's eyes were still fixed on the magazine: "How much is it?"

These women wear so little. How can they have the nerve to take photos wearing these? Are they not afraid of being said to be immoral?

Yu Guang did the math and gave a more pertinent number: "More than two million!"

Even with insurance, the price is almost the same.

Jingsheng froze, turned his neck numbly, and looked at his peripheral vision in disbelief: "How much?"