36 Information is also productivity

Luo Qunhang sat in the office and played with his beautiful Montblanc signature pen. The pen rotated between his flexible and slender fingers, looking dazzling. He frowned slightly. Xintian didn't know what had happened. Obviously, she had just called to report the good news about the progress of the subway, but there was no joy in her tone. She seemed to be annoyed by something.

He wanted to ask a few more questions, but she hurriedly hung up.

The music of "A.new.Day.has.come" sounded from childhood to the earth. Luo Qunhang's deep eyes lit up and hurriedly picked up the mobile phone that had been on the table. The caller ID was Zeng Mingquan. Luo Qunhang raised his eyebrows. The old fox wanted to ask him for credit when the dust settled.

He pressed the answer button and said with a smile, "Hello, Mr. Zeng, is there any news about the subway project?"

"Oh, that's great. Thank you so much. I know you have been taking special care of our Boying Company."

Even if Luo Qunhang, who knows the reason in the middle, wants to lie to Zeng Mingquan, who doesn't know the mystery. Zeng Mingquan continued to say after the good news on the phone: "It's not a big problem, but Qunhang, your price is too high. It's not my opinion, it's that person's intention. At least reduce it by 15%."

He paused for a moment and listened to Luo Qunhang's reaction. He continued to ask for credit and said, "Except for the price, it's not a big problem. What do you think? This opportunity to participate in the subway is rare. It's not easy for me to get it for you."

Luo Qunhang's eyes are full of sarcasm. Zeng Mingquan, an old fox, is not kind to him. He still wants to play in front of him. Fortunately, Xintian called early to inform him that Mr. Ding's intention price can be reduced by another 10%.

Zeng Mingquan's 15% is fraudulent Boying Company. If Boying Company agrees to this price, Zeng Mingquan can in turn ask for credit in front of Mr. Ding, showing that he has more ability to save money for the subway project.

If Boying Company wants to do it and does not want to reduce the price, Zeng Mingquan knows the reserve price of Mr. Ding, and he can also agree that they will only reduce it by 10%, which is the 5% saved by Boying Company. He also said that he must not pay some oil and water.

In addition, he can also use a tip-in to ask Boying Company for credit.

To put it a word, it's just relying on the poor information of Boying. These days, information is also productive.

Luo Qunhang smiled and said bitterly, "In this case, it's really a waste of time. You have been suffering for so long. We will lose that price to 108,000 miles. To be honest, it will be reduced by 8%. We are already not making money."

Zeng Mingquan laughed on the phone. Luo Qunhang continued to complain, "What does that person think? It simply doesn't make people live. Forget it. If you can do it, you can do it. If you can't do it, don't do it. Our little monk of Boying Company can't enter the subway temple."

When Zeng Mingquan heard Luo Qunhang say this, he was uncertain whether Luo Qunhang was true or false. He smiled repeatedly and said, " Qunhang, the boss of a company, why can't you be so calm? The price is negotiable. Let's arrange a time to meet and talk in the next two days."

Luo Qunhang agreed repeatedly, but he made up his mind that he just accompanied the old fox through the scene. He must not let the old fox take advantage of it again.

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Luo Qunhang hung up his mobile phone and looked at the electronic calendar on his desk. It was almost seven o'clock in the afternoon, and Xintian had not come back yet. He seldom stayed in the office in the past, but today he spent almost a day in the company to wait for her.

Therefore, the heads of all departments came to his office before work, worried about something special, but he was sent away one by one.

He hesitated for a moment, dialed Xintian's phone and asked, "Xintian, where are you?"

Tina has just come out of the police station at this moment and is slightly relaxed. She received a call from Luo Qunhang and whispered, "Mr. Luo, I'm still working far away from the company. If there is nothing special, I won't go back to the company."

Luo Qunhang raised his eyebrows gently and asked, "What's the matter?"

Tina hesitated for a moment. She didn't feel that she could share the troubles in her life with Luo Qunhang. Fu Sinian drove the car from a distance, gently pressed the horn, and motioned to Xintian.

Tina said a few words absent-mindedly to Luo Qunhang and hurriedly hung up the phone.

Fu Sinian looked at Tina get into the car. His amber eyes stared at her and asked with a soft smile, "It's dinner time. It seems impolite for me not to invite you to dinner."

Tina's face turned slightly red. She just wanted to ask Fu Sinian to send her home directly. Now she thinks that Fu Sinian has helped her solve several problems today. Whether it's the interview with Mr. Ding or the matter of Xin Kang, he helped her.

And I'm afraid Fu Sinian will have trouble with the rest of Xinkang. She whispered, "If you want to invite me, I'll treat you, but I just don't know what you like to eat?"

Fu Sinian looked at Xin Tian, with a slightly haggard and pale little face, with a little pale cyan eyes. On such a stressful and hard day, it was difficult for her to persist until now. He smiled and asked, "Is it okay to eat anything?"

"That's natural." Tina smiled and nodded firmly. No matter whether it was a gift or a treat, she had to follow the side that was expressed, otherwise she couldn't talk about her feelings. She didn't know Fu Sinian's preferences, and of course she let him choose. Fu Sinian's help to her is to ask her to treat gold bars, and she won't blink.

Fu Sinian freed a hand to hold the steering wheel, patted her head gently with his slender white palm, and said with a smile on the corners of his lips, "I want to eat dumplings. Next time I change the medicine, you can go home and make dumplings with Aunt Lan. I'll send you back today to see your mental state. You need to go home and rest as soon as possible.

The powerful and slender big hand suddenly stretched out, which made Tina unexpected. She had seen many people's hands, old people, children, beautiful women and handsome men, and also seen many kinds of professional hands, painters, photographers, model salesmen, teachers, surgeons and other professions, especially the hands of surgeons. She has carefully observed. It's really beautiful and slender. Any action can show the flexibility of fingers, but Fu Sinian's big hand is better. I don't know why the hands with traditional Chinese medicine are so beautiful, with a unique medicinal fragrance.

She was slightly stunned. Fu Sinian's big hand affectionately put on her head and patted her twice. There was a strange feeling that slowly extended from where he came into contact. Tina blushed, deliberately waved off this ambiguous feeling and complained, "Sinian, you shoot me like this, which makes me feel like a pet cat and dog. I have to find a chance to take it back."

Fu Sinian was gently stunned, and the sound of "Sinian" made his heart slightly astringent. It was Sinian, not Brother Fu.