Chapter 112 The 112th day since I stopped running...

Chapter 112 The 112th day since I stopped running...

"This is it."

The gray SUV was parked not far from the Burj Al Arab hotel. Across the road, Wen Chan looked at the others and said, "It's still early, let's have breakfast first."

Darren Matt and the others couldn't help but yawn.

They flew over overnight and were woken up early this morning to be brought here. If it weren't for the coffee, they would have fallen asleep by now.

Jiang Zihan distributed the McDonald's breakfast she had packed to everyone, and thoughtfully added, "If you have any dietary restrictions, you can tell me, and I'll be more careful next time."

Holding a hamburger, Li Yi smiled and said, "Miss Jiang's English is getting better and better."

"We can't just sit around doing nothing," Jiang Zihan tilted her head and smiled.

Wen Chan munched on a hamburger, her eyes fixed on the hotel exit.

Zhang Yurong nudged her and asked, "Are Gerry and the others really going to stay at this hotel?"

Wen Chan said, "Although the names they used to check in weren't their own, I believe Bi Lin's friend wouldn't lie. He said he saw the Walmart family members here a few times. For the Walmart family, this hotel is too far away. If they have other intentions, it's very inconvenient to come to this hotel. Moreover, because of their distinctive appearance, they are easily recognized. It would be safer to go to a regular motel."

"What other intentions could there be?" Jiang Zihan asked curiously.

Zhang Yurong smiled and exchanged a glance with Wen Chan: "It's better if the young lady doesn't ask."

Jiang Zihan grinned, "Miss Zhang, don't treat me like a child. I'm not stupid. Do you think I'm having an affair here?"

"Yes, you're very smart. Wait, those people are coming out."

Zhang Yurong glanced outside and saw the hotel door open. The doorman jogged after several men in suits to the car and opened the door.

The most eye-catching of them all, unsurprisingly, is Goldman Sachs' Griffith.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Griffith said to Tristan, the product manager of the investment banking department, "For today's cooperation, your investment department must keep quiet. We've already reached a pretty good agreement with Jason Walmart!"

Tristan unbuttoned his cuffs, his blond hair falling loose, his gaze nonchalant: "We'll see."

“How can you see that clearly? A team only needs one voice. You were parachuted in from above. We’ve been pushing this project all along. You have no idea…” Griffith’s voice was interrupted by Tristan before he could finish.

Tristan simply told the driver, "Stop the car."

The driver paused for a moment, met Tristan's cold gaze, and almost instinctively stepped on the brakes.

Tristan looked at Griffith and said, "Get out of the car."

He spoke in a flat tone, as if it were a matter of course.

Griffith's eyes widened at first, then his anger flared up, and he pointed at Tristan, saying, "Are you mistaken? You're the one who should get off the bus."

"What's going on over there? Why did the car stop?"

Inside the gray SUV, Wen Chan and the others each held a pair of binoculars, watching the situation across the road.

Darren said, "I think I saw someone open the car door and get out. Oh my god, it was Griffith. What's going on? He was kicked out of the car."

Griffith was furious. He grabbed the car window and complained to Tristan, "You'll regret this! This negotiation will definitely fail without me!"

Tristan's eyes were cold as he said indifferently, "I really wonder if your parents forgot to give birth to your brain when they gave birth to you. How can an idiot like you get into Goldman Sachs? No wonder Goldman Sachs' performance has been so poor in recent years. You've got one thing wrong from head to toe: it's not that we are chosen, but that we choose others. Walmart can be tough on others, but if it's tough on us, then it's picked the wrong person."

“I’m going to write a complaint letter against you!” Griffith’s face turned bright red, both ashamed and angry, as he pointed at Tristan with the banner ripped off and cursed.

Tristan's lips twitched into a sarcastic smile. "Whatever. Oh, I forgot to mention, I already reported your performance last night, and the advice from above is to fire you on the spot and have me take over."

After saying this, he pressed the window button and said to the driver, "Drive."

"What's going on?!"

Matt was practically leaning out of the window. Gerry White, known for his arrogance, was actually kicked off the bus and left on the side of the road.

Wen Chan said to Li Yi, "Drive and follow them."

She said to the others, "Roll up the windows, so no one can see us."

A black Mercedes drove straight from the Burj Al Arab hotel to Walmart headquarters.

Along the way, Wen Chan asked Darren to contact his colleagues at the company to find out what had happened at Goldman Sachs.

Normally, kicking someone off a vehicle, especially a mid-level manager like Gerry White, is not something that happens all the time.

Darren agreed and made a phone call.

Half an hour later, he reported the situation to Wen Chan: "I heard that Goldman Sachs issued resignation letters, and Griffith's team was all fired."

"Who's taking over this Walmart team now?" Wen Chan asked, chewing on a licorice candy and staring at the Walmart headquarters entrance.

Darren said, "It's Tristan from the investment banking division. He's known in the industry for his tough methods, and so far, his performance has been quite impressive."

Tristan

Just as Wen Chan was pondering, the black Mercedes drove out of the headquarters, paused briefly at the entrance, and then sped away.

Li Yi gripped the steering wheel and looked at Wen Chan: "Should we follow them?"

Wen Chan thought for a moment, "No, let's go back. In my opinion, it won't be that easy for Goldman Sachs to cooperate with Walmart."

"Why?" Darren asked in confusion. "Goldman Sachs has plenty of money, resources, and influence."

Wen Chan said, "Goldman Sachs and Walmart are giants in two industries, like lions on the African savanna. But a territory can only allow one lion at most. If two lions are together, they will fight."

She smiled and said, "Those who fired Grylls probably thought that Tristan's assertiveness would be more advantageous to Goldman Sachs, but in fact, Grylls's easygoing and weak nature is the most beneficial thing for this cooperation."

Everyone looked thoughtful.

Li Yi nodded thoughtfully and said, "I've played golf with Jason Walmart. He's very competitive at heart. Even in a recreational sport like golf, he has to beat everyone before he's satisfied."

"Moreover, this person is very cunning. He may be dissatisfied, but he will never be in a hurry to say it. We still have a chance."

Wen Chan's eyes held a look of unwavering determination.

The group hurriedly returned to the house that Li Yi had rented.

When Zalia and the others saw them return, they stood up and said, "We received a lot of messages this morning, probably several hundred. We've written them all down here."

Zalia handed a stack of sheets of paper to everyone.

Wen Chan divided the sheet of paper and distributed it to everyone. She said to Zhang Yurong and the others, "You guys filter it and keep the information you think is valuable. I'm going upstairs to make a phone call."

"good."

Zhang Yurong nodded subconsciously.

Wen Chan ran up and checked the time. It should be evening in Beijing at this time. She made a call, and Chen Bozheng answered it shortly afterward.

"Hello." Chen Bozheng's voice was a little hoarse, as if he had just woken up.

Wen Chan raised an eyebrow slightly. "Did I wake you up?"

Chen Bozheng laughed and said, "Half and half, I was going to be on duty at the construction site tonight anyway."

Wen Chan chuckled: "How come you're such a miserable boss?"

After she finished speaking, she glanced at the messy blankets on the floor and the peeling wallpaper on the wall, and suddenly felt that she had no right to criticize others.

After all, the other people's place has a bed, while I'm sleeping on the floor.

"You feel sorry for me, huh?" Chen Bozheng smiled and sat up, the thin blanket sliding down to his knees.

Wen Chan: "Stop being so vain. I need your help with a few things. One is to find out what preferential policies are currently in place for attracting foreign investment in China. The other is to help me check the data on China's total daily consumption value and wage growth over the past few years."

Chen Bo was a little puzzled, but quickly agreed, "Okay, I'll find out for you later. By the way, when are you coming back?"

go back?

Upon hearing this, Wen Chan scratched his forehead.

Everything was planned perfectly, and we thought we had it all figured out. But then Goldman Sachs suddenly appeared out of nowhere, like a Godzilla.

Any cooperation negotiations are time-consuming, especially when there are competitors and the gap is too large.

"Has something gone wrong? It's alright, you can come back later."

When Chen Bo heard the silence on the other end of the conversation, he knew what was going on.

Wen Chan felt a pang of sadness for some reason. "It depends. If it goes quickly, we'll go back at the end of September. If not, don't worry, I..."

"It's alright, I'll wait for you here," Chen Bozheng said. "By the time you come back, our houses will probably be sold out, and then we can have a celebration banquet together."

Chen Bo hung up the phone, scratched his head, and looked somewhat lost.

He put down his mobile phone, glanced at the clock on the wall, and saw that it was already past ten o'clock. It was quiet outside now, and Chen Bo was taking a flashlight out on patrol.

They happened to run into Lin Dayong and his two apprentices picking up steel bars.

Startled by the flashlight, Lin Dayong and his apprentice breathed a sigh of relief when they looked up and saw it was Chen Bozheng.

"What are you doing with all this construction site trash?" Chen Bo looked at the small cart next to him, which was full of broken bricks and scrap steel bars.

The apprentice was timid and dared not make a sound, but Lin Dayong, who was experienced and knowledgeable, smiled sheepishly at the situation. "President Chen, we were just saying that with so much construction garbage piled up all over the place, it's inevitable that people will trip and fall when they come in and out. That's why my brother and I came over to clean it up."

Chen Bo was a little surprised. He took out his cigarette case and handed them two cigarettes. "You're so thoughtful. But it's getting late. If we don't go back soon, we might miss the bus. How about I drive you back? Where do you live?"

"No, no, look how dirty we are, how can we sit in your Santana?"

Lin Dayong waved his hands repeatedly, adopting the appearance of an honest man, and said in a simple and honest manner, "Besides, the place we live is in a remote area, and it's not safe for you to drive back and forth like this."

"Alright, you guys go back now. I'll tell Brother Wang tomorrow morning to let you come an hour later."

Chen Bozheng said, and then saw the two of them off, even watching them leave.

Lin Dayong and his apprentice walked two streets before daring to pay for a taxi back to their home.

The apprentice, being straightforward, rubbed his hands together after getting into the car and said, "Master, you know, Mr. Chen and his people are such kind people. Is it really appropriate for us to treat them like this?"

A hint of guilt flashed across Lin Dayong's tanned face as he held a cigarette between his fingers. "What nonsense are you talking about? Let's talk things out. As long as these things are inspected by someone and the quality is fine, I naturally won't do anything reckless."

The apprentice breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. Actually, I had already asked the other workers. The building materials on their construction site are among the best in Beijing. Those workers said that if they didn't have no money at home, they would all want to buy a set themselves."

“Hey, Master, why don’t we check back and find out there’s no problem, then buy one from them? The walls of this house are so thick. Mr. Chen said he specifically asked around and the walls are thick, so it’ll be warm in winter and cool in summer!”