Outright Favoritism

Chapter 588 Yan Ye?

Sang Yiyi reluctantly took his bodyguard and left the border factory.

Even if he was far away from the factory, he kept looking back in the back seat.

Sister Qiao actually returned to the border after a three-year absence, and it is estimated that an uproar will arise from all parties.

...

Ten minutes later, the atmosphere in the conference room was slightly stagnant.

Li San sat on the head, Nan Yu sat on his left hand side, and the two of them paid close attention to Li Qiao.

A Chang was very calm and stood at the door as a tool man.

Luo Yu straddled with his hands and looked forward, his expression was indifferent, but his eyes were floating.

"Qiaoqiao, when did you meet Sang Yi?"

That's not a soft-hearted master, who is most used to give you a knife between talking and laughing.

An expert with a knife behind his back.

Li Qiao leaned on the chair and thought thoughtfully, "Five years ago."

Li San's serious expression gradually showed signs of cracking.

Five years ago, wasn't that the time when Sang Yi first came to talk about cooperation in purchasing parts?

He still wanted to ask a few more questions, but Li Qiao did not give him this opportunity and bluntly asked him to draw up the contract and agreement as soon as possible.

Li San frowned and glanced at Nan Yu, who was beside him. Both of them had the same concerns. "This Sang Yiwei is a figure, are you sure he won't turn back?"

"No." Li Qiao made a loud voice.

"Okay, I'll get the contract as soon as possible."

...

Time is hurried, the next day in a blink of an eye.

Nanyu unexpectedly received an email to discuss cooperation.

The content of the email was very formal, and I wanted to reach a long-term cooperation with the border factory and made it clear that the price was not a problem.

Signature: MrWei

When Nan Yu informed Li San of the content of the email, he thought for a while, "Have you checked the details of the other party?"

"The mail uses anti-tracking encryption, and our information network has not been able to find his email address."

Li San lighted a cigarette and looked at Nan Yu's cheek, "What company are they?"

"It is also a similar military factory, saying that they want to work together to create new accessories. If we are willing to cooperate, their boss will come to negotiate in person."

Things are a bit abnormal, but wealth and wealth are in danger.

Li San licked the corner of his mouth and made a final word, "Make an appointment to see you, set a good time to notify you, and let Amu and the others secretly prepare."

There have been cases before the partner came to the door, but in the end there was a fight.

Now it's an eventful time, and he has to guard against it.

...

Just as Nan Yu and Li San were rushing around for the factory, Li Qiao drove to the border city of Fei alone in the middle of the night.

At three o'clock in the night, it was the food court and fried rice stall. Wearing a black fisherman hat and mask, she squinted at the man beside her, tapping the tabletop rhythmically with her fingers.

"You can count it."

Li Qiao pressed down the brim of her hat and spread her hands, "Give me things."

The other party was the Yan League boss who sold fried rice, Bai Yan.

Hearing the sound, Bai Yan raised his head and poured a few sips of beer. The liquor dripped down his chin onto the black vest on his chest. Then he put down the bottle and opened his mouth and asked, "How old am I?"

Li Qiao replied very annoyingly, "Less than forty."

Bai Yan: "..."

He grinds his teeth, every word, "I am twenty-nine this year."

"That's indeed less than forty." Li Qiao raised her eyebrows, especially confident.

Bai Yan held his breath in his chest, unable to go up and down.

For a long time, he wiped his face, digesting the urge to beat her on his own.

After a long while, Bai Yan got up and walked near the fried rice stall, rummaged through the cabinet for a long time, finally took out a golden document and a palm-sized box, returned to the table and threw it to Li Qiao, "Don’t lose the medal. ."

Li Qiao opened it and looked, her red lips under the mask raised a faint smile.

She closed the box, got up and left with the documents. Before Bai Yan could ask to stay, she stopped, "Give me a copy of Yanmeng's industry catalog."

Bai Yan was surprised and beamed, "I heard M say, are you planning to enter the financial field?"

"Have this idea." Li Qiao rubbed the small box, his exposed eyes were dark as ink, "Yanmeng has been developing too late in recent years. Give me the industry catalog and don't care about the others."

Bai Yan chuckled softly, "Okay, then do I need to call everyone back, you guys meet?"

"No." Li Qiao stared at a place, curling her lips and said: "Yan League only knows me and Shi Luo, and I don't see the others.

Bai Yan curled his lips and muttered something, but Li Qiao couldn't hear it clearly.

The two chatted briefly, and Li Qiao took the things and left Feicheng.

Bai Yan looked at the taillights of the black off-road vehicle, and narrowed her eyes thoughtfully. The child suddenly wanted the title of the British Emperor and the industry catalog of the Yan League. What did she want to do?

...

At six in the morning, Li Qiao returned to the border factory.

She stayed up all night, walked into the dormitory sleepily, and fell asleep.

Towards noon, the atmosphere in the factory became extremely tense and serious.

Duo Li San's men patrolled the surroundings, always paying attention to the movement of the gate.

At 12:10 noon, three black commercial vehicles came to the front of the factory.

At this time, Li Qiao was still sleeping.

Today, the Mr. Wei who took the initiative to talk about cooperation came in person.

In the reception hall, Li San led ten men in a tight formation, while Nan Yu stood outside the door waiting.

The source of the other party is unknown, and the timing of the cooperation is so strange, in fact, no one believes in the good things of pie in the sky.

If the visitors are not good, they will not even want to leave the factory today.

Not long after, the three cars stopped in front of the reception hall under the guidance of the bodyguard at the intersection.

With a polite smile on Nan Yu's face, he looked at the gradually opening automatic door, and when he greeted him forward, he saw a 27-year-old man bowing out from inside.

She called out tentatively, "Mr. Wei?"

Standing sideways at the door, the other party nodded and smiled at her, "Hello, Miss Nan."

Nan Yu suddenly became alert: "???"

She hadn't reported her family, this person knew what her name was, and she seemed to have done homework.

Nan Yu pressed his guard and prepared to shake hands with the other party, but Mr. Ke Wei bowed slightly to the inside of the carriage and said bluntly: "Hall Master, here."

Hallmaster?

Nan Yu moved a little, tilted his head and glanced into the carriage.

I saw a tall and tall black figure walking down with his head half-hanging. He stood still and raised his head. That handsome and familiar face made three super big question marks pop up on Nan Yu's head.

It wasn't until the person came before that Nan Yu found his voice and mechanically shouted: "Yan, Lord?"

Why is Yan Ye appearing here?

Isn’t Mr. Wei talking about cooperation?

What is this operation? Qiaoqiao knows?

At this moment, Shang Yu looked towards Nan Yu with a cold face, his thin lips slightly hooked, handsome and confusing.

As for Mr. Wei, it is the person in charge of the Pama military factory, Ertang Weilang.

(End of this chapter)