Pampered by the Toughest Man After Divorce
Chapter 407: Why is it So Late?_1

Chapter 407: Chapter 407: Why is it So Late?_1

The women’s side was quiet, everyone was maintaining a facade of propriety.

Those who had business dealings or potential collaborations chatted among themselves. Those who did not, just quietly ate their meals. After all, the purpose of the gathering was for merchants to build rapport. The President, Mr. Song, had already given speeches, and everyone was free to mingle.

As Xin Meng was eating, she queried Nan Feng, "Boss Nan, isn’t Spikenard Square looking for business partners lately?"

Seems like she hadn’t given up.

Nan Feng nodded, "Not for now."

Xin Meng expressed her disappointment, "Why not? I have been waiting for this opportunity. You didn’t give me the opportunity last time, so I thought I would find a suitable time to discuss it with you. I am very sincere about wanting to collaborate."

Nan Feng raised her teacup towards Xin Meng in appreciation, "I appreciate your sincerity, but our products in Spikenard Square have already saturated Ping County, I am now considering expanding to other counties."

"I see..." Xin Meng looked at Nan Feng regretfully, "You are indeed a visionary. No wonder your business is so successful. So, how do you plan to promote your product?"

Nan Feng simply replied, "I am still researching, but all roads are navigated by traversing them. After some exploration, we will gain experience."

"Oh," Xin Meng nodded.

Whilst everyone was dining, a commotion arose in the dining hall once again. Nan Feng heard someone say, "Why did she come too?"

Nan Feng looked up and to her surprise, saw Wan Fengzhen.

She was still elegantly dressed, full-bodied and her way of walking was still quite graceful. She had a smile on her face as if nothing had happen.

Xiangying Square was currently in a state of business suspension. But after all, she was from an influential business family with a strong foundation. Upon her arrival, many people stood up voluntarily to greet her.

She swiftly glanced over the women’s side, her gaze inevitably met with Nan Feng’s.

For a moment, there was a hint of disdain in Wan Fengzhen’s eyes, which she quickly turned away. She then took a seat at another table.

People at that table quickly made room for her. Immediately, someone asked her, "Madam Wan, why are you so late this time?"

Speaking in a soft, gentle voice, Wan Fengzhen answered, "Isn’t it because I was dealing with the Yamen’s audit? They claimed my accounts were incorrect."

Actually, everyone had been avoiding this topic. Unexpectedly, she addressed it head-on, which prompted another question, "So, how’s the audit going? When will you be able to resume business?"

"Soon," Wan Fengzhen picked up her tea and took a sip, "It’s just a matter of days. It’s just an account book, nothing major will come out of it. Xiangying Square will not collapse because of this. After a brief adjustment period, everything will return to normal."

Some people instinctively looked at Nan Feng, curious about her reaction.

Naturally, Nan Feng continued with her meal as if nothing had happened.

Halfway through their meal, President Song brought out a box and an account book. He proposed for everyone to donate to the refugees, stating that in times of national crisis, everyone should contribute. A kind gesture was still a gesture no matter how small it was.

So, the Business Association gathering was essentially a charity night.

Those who have attended before knew the drill and had prepared money beforehand. Nan Feng, having inquired about the event in advance, also prepared five taels of silver.

It was a charity event after all, just offering a sincere contribution was enough, considering that she had already donated a hundred taels two months ago.

Those who attended tonight didn’t donate much money either. It was usually five or ten taels, which seemed to have become an unwritten rule.