Contract Marriage: Billionaire and His Deaf Wife
Chapter 213: Gu Jinrong Shows His Sharp Edge (9)

Chapter 213: Chapter 213: Gu Jinrong Shows His Sharp Edge (9)

Yes, she liked this feeling, liked it very much.

Perhaps some would say she loved money too much, but what harm was there in that?

Only by taking the money others had not fully utilized could she accomplish what she wanted to achieve.

Since this time Changda planned to acquire a target real estate enterprise, which included one of the important landmark buildings of this city, MN showed a strong interest in it and was willing to invest in a second round of innovation with Changda for this target of international symbolic significance.

Based on this, Changda and MN formed an intention to cooperate.

Perhaps influenced by Mingyue’s previous experience, Changda now also believed that having an ally was somewhat better than fighting alone.

MN, being an established international company, had a reputation that even the local government would show some deference to. Among the Chinese, there was no shortage of those who revered and fawned over foreigners. A company that believed it was being acquired by a foreign enterprise would also feel rather prestigious.

The meeting had been going on for just a few minutes when Wa Zicong arrived with Xiaoliu, stating they were there to observe.

Whether intentionally or not, Wa Zicong did not sit in the chair Xiaoliu had moved for him, but instead directly behind Gu Nuan.

The others watched his action, all seeming rather thoughtful.

Gu Nuan remained expressionless, as if she saw nothing.

Chen Jiaming continued the meeting, meticulously planning the details of the business negotiations for the following day.

Xiaoliu sat behind a small tea table in the guest room, fingers ceaselessly tapping on the laptop keyboard, taking meeting minutes.

After about ten minutes, Chen Jiaming picked up the office cup on the table, took a sip of water, and took the opportunity to check Xiaoliu’s secretarial work. What he saw seemed to startle him.

Chen Jiaming could no longer contain himself and spoke, "Have you never taken meeting minutes before?"

Xiaoliu was caught off guard and answered, "When Sister Cai held meetings, I usually took the minutes."

How could HR meeting minutes compare with business meeting minutes?

Two entirely different natures of work.

Chen Jiaming finally understood where the problem lay.

After all, Xiaoliu was not specialized in this area.

Li Changzhi couldn’t help but exchange glances with Zhong Qiaohui: See, I knew it would be like this.

Chen Jiaming’s eyes then scanned over the others sitting below. Many thought he would promote Gu Nuan for her outstanding performance today.

But, in the end, he did not. The reason was simple—Gu Nuan was deaf, how could she take minutes?

Chen Jiaming chose Zhong Qiaohui between Li Changzhi and Zhong Qiaohui.

A trace of disappointment inevitably flashed across Li Changzhi’s face.

Xiaoliu was so disheartened he wanted to dig a hole again.

The meeting continued.

As arranged, everyone was to participate in the business negotiations the following day, given the importance of the project.

After having the hotel’s buffet breakfast at seven in the morning, they got into the same SUV as the day before. The vehicle could not accommodate eight people.

It so happened that there were two empty seats in Wa Zicong’s car; Chen Jiaming arranged for Gu Nuan and Donald Duck to go over there.

Tang Qingzhong had some objections; he could see that Chen Jiaming, whether intentionally or not, always pushed Gu Nuan towards Wa Zicong’s direction.

This was not the behavior of a gentleman, but that of a small-minded man!

Upon reaching Wa Zicong’s car, Tang Qingzhong volunteered to sit in the middle, between Wa Zicong and Gu Nuan, acting as a partition.

Wa Zicong’s furrowed brows scanned Tang Qingzhong’s face a few times.

Tang Qingzhong smiled and said to him, "Manager Wa, you don’t mind me squeezing in, do you?"

You know you’re heavy, don’t you? Wa Zicong only dared to be angry but did not dare to speak, needing to maintain a dignified demeanor.

Gu Nuan couldn’t help wanting to give Donald Duck a thumbs up: Senior, you’re awesome!

Unable to take it anymore, Wa Zicong got out from the back seat and moved to the front passenger seat.

Xiaoliu was responsible for driving, following the Changda SUV in front.

During this ride, Gu Nuan thought about how Da Bai had not sent her any messages all day yesterday, which she somewhat missed.

Mostly, she was worried, wondering if her little friend was throwing a tantrum again, refusing to eat.

She bowed her head and typed on her phone, a few strands of hair hanging down her forehead quite effectively hiding the expression on her face at the moment.

Wa Zicong watched her face in the rearview mirror, not missing a single detail of her expression until he saw her lips slightly curl up, seemingly unable to hide the joy in her heart. His face suddenly darkened.

He could sense she was speaking to a man—

What man?!

His fingers involuntarily clenched into fists, almost ready to smash the car window.

No matter what kind of man, he had to find out who it was!

See who this distinguished man was that could make her so happy?

"Manager Wa," Xiaoliu suddenly spoke up.

"What is it?" Wa Zicong abruptly turned his head.

"I feel like there’s a car following us."