Chapter 338

Chapter 338 Feng Nanshu: I am the gift

At two o'clock in the afternoon, in Hongrong Home in Jeju City, Yuan Youqin sat on the sofa, visibly unhappy.

The quilt that had been taken out early to dry was also thrown on the sofa. The atmosphere was a little solemn, which made Jiang Zhenghong's action of pouring tea cautious, and he looked a little sneaky.

Jiang Qin grew up under their noses. Although he lived in the school for a period of time, he would basically go home for lunch at noon.

But after going to college, his son suddenly left home, and only the couple were left at home. It takes time to get used to it.

Especially since Jiang Qin became extremely independent since the summer vacation, as if he no longer needed his parents, and even did not need living expenses, which made this process of getting used to it become extremely long.

A mother worries about her son when he is thousands of miles away. Knowing that he is in school, she can worry less, but Yuan Youqin can't help but feel worried when he goes out during the holidays.

Especially women of this age, their nerves are very sensitive.

"Have a cup of tea, calm down, he said, there are things to do."

Yuan Youqin took the teacup and took a sip: "I want to see what gift this stinky boy can give me!"

Jiang Zhenghong looked up at his wife and thought that women are women. Although they appear angry on the surface, they still secretly look forward to the gift from their son. I just don't know if I have a gift.

While talking, the door of Jiang's house was suddenly knocked. Before Jiang Zhenghong could react, Yuan Youqin ran to open the door.

Feng Nanshu was standing outside the door. When she saw Yuan Youqin, she immediately called her aunt sweetly.

"Nanshu? Isn't Jiang Qin not coming back? Why are you here?"

Feng Nanshu stood obediently and said softly: "Jiang Qin said I was a gift."

Yuan Youqin was stunned for a moment, thinking that his son was quite capable, so he was sure that I liked this girl, right: "Come on, come in, don't stand outside the door."

"Okay."

Feng Nanshu walked into the house, opened the shoe cabinet with ease, took out her own slippers and put them on. Even Yuan Youqin felt a little dazed when she saw this scene, as if she really had another daughter.

Jiang Zhenghong also came over at this time, and heard the soft voice of uncle in his ear, and he immediately understood in his heart.

Oh, this is what a gift of love is.

Yuan Youqin poured a glass of water for Feng Nanshu, patted Jiang Zhenghong and whispered: "Your son is capable. He didn't come back himself, but sent Nanshu back to coax me."

"No one knows a mother better than her son. He knew you would fall for this. Look, he guessed right, didn't he? I'm almost laughing at wrinkles, but this brat is too incompetent. Why don't I have a gift?"

Jiang Zhenghong was expressing his opinion when Feng Nanshu suddenly took out a CD from his bag: "Uncle, this is a gift from Jiang Qin."

"Is there really a gift for me? What's in it?" Jiang Zhenghong took it and asked curiously.

"It's a handsome big bear in it."

Jiang Zhenghong was stunned for a moment, thinking what a big bear is? A disc from Animal World? I used to love watching it, but this brat didn't go home and didn't know to give something valuable. The gifts are weirder than each other.

It is indeed a bit lonely for a couple to live together for a long time, and Feng Nanshu's arrival instantly livened up the atmosphere of the Jiang family.

Yuan Youqin was still depressed, but she immediately became energetic. She rushed to the balcony to collect the quilts and decorated Jiang Qin's room to the way Feng Nanshu liked, and asked her to stay at home for a few days.

The little rich woman had lived in Jiang Qin's house for a while, and she was not too restrained this time. No matter where Yuan Youqin went, she followed her in slippers, helped put on the quilt cover, and watered the flowers and plants. The main character was "I am very well-behaved".

Yuan Youqin's depression was mostly cleared, but she still couldn't help getting angry when she thought of Jiang Qin not coming back for the holiday.

"In fact, it would be better if we get used to this kind of life earlier."

Jiang Zhenghong was lying in front of the TV cabinet at this time, with one hand groping around behind it, looking for the power supply of the DVD player that had not been used for a long time, and said a word of comfort casually.

Yuan Youqin was puzzled after listening to it: "What's good about it?"

"He is still in college now, and he has winter and summer vacations, so he can stay at home for one or two months every year. But if he goes to work in the future, sometimes he may not even have the chance to come back for the Spring Festival."

"Not coming back for the Spring Festival? The Spring Festival Gala needs him!"

Jiang Zhenghong touched a plug, pulled it out and took a look, and said at the same time: "Do you remember Brother Cao in our unit? His son is working in another place now. Didn't he come back for the Spring Festival last year? He also sent his daughter-in-law back to comfort him."

Yuan Youqin glanced at him: "Except for comparing Nanshu to a daughter-in-law, the rest of your words are nonsense. If you don't go home for the Spring Festival, you have even lost your traditional culture."

Feng Nanshu sat obediently next to him, with a silly expression, as if he didn't understand anything, but in fact he was sending out good guy cards in his heart, the kind of person who sent out several cards in a row.

"You, woman, just like to contradict me. I won't argue with you." Jiang Zhenghong plugged in the power supply and pressed the eject button: "This DVD player has been idle for more than two years. I didn't expect it to be usable." As he spoke, he took out the disc in the soft rubber protective cover, stuffed it into the disc tray and sent it in. In less than a second, the picture came out of the TV. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Linchuan Business Group·First Stop Marketing Plan Q&A and On-site Signing Conference hosted by the Linchuan Municipal Government..." "Next, please invite Linchuan young entrepreneur, Linchuan Business Group leader Jiang Qin to come on stage to speak for everyone." "?" As the playback progressed, Jiang Zhenghong's expression gradually began to daze, and he even rubbed his eyes twice. He felt familiar and unfamiliar with Jiang Qin in the picture. Damn, what's the matter with no holidays during the Chinese New Year? It seems that my son will not have to go to work at all in the future! At the same time, Jiang Qin had already boarded the plane to Shanghai. He was accompanied by Sun Zhi, the head of the business department of the group-buying branch, and Deng Yuan, the head of the marketing department of the group-buying branch.

As a former health product lecturer, Sun Zhi came to discuss business with him this time, while Deng Yuan, as a participant in the ground promotion team, was temporarily transferred from the ground promotion site this time and needed to understand Jiang Qin's layout for group buying in advance.

Around four o'clock in the afternoon, the three people landed in Shanghai. As soon as they left the airport, they saw the people sent by Qin Zhihuan. They were wearing suits and white gloves, holding signs warmly welcoming Mr. Jiang's visit, and brought three bouquets of flowers with them.

To be honest, Jiang Qin only notified He Yijun this time, and nominally accompanied He Yijun, but Qin Zhihuan was able to do this, which obviously gave him enough face.

Fifteen minutes later, Jiang Qin was taken to the Kempinski Hotel, where Qin Zhihuan and He Yijun were already waiting in a banquet hall.

Abalone, sea cucumber, lobster, sashimi, all kinds of delicacies filled the table, and there was white mist formed by dry ice that kept gushing out. Whether it tasted good or not was not important, but the show was enough.

"Mr. Jiang has come all the way to Shanghai, it's really hard, I toast you a glass." Qin Zhihuan, as the host, stood up and raised the wine glass.

"Mr. Qin is too polite, I came here purely to join in the fun, it's not hard work."

Jiang Qin took the wine in the glass and moved to He Yijun: "How is it? What do you think?"

"I've seen it, it's more reliable than I thought." He Yijun affirmed.

Jiang Qin was a little surprised: "You have come to this conclusion, so why did you ask me to come?"

"You are worse than me. I can't see it, but maybe you can see it."

"Damn, I didn't know for a moment whether you were praising me or insulting me."

Jiang Qin complained, sat up straight and started to show off his dishes with chopsticks. He slept for a whole afternoon, ate a simple steamed bun and got on the plane. He didn't eat until now, and he was really hungry.

After the meal, several people exchanged a few words and announced the end of the show. Jiang Qin wiped his mouth and thought there would be some other programs, but he was taken to the suite on the top floor as soon as he left the banquet hall.

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Shouldn't these businessmen wash their feet after dinner? Have the businessmen in Shanghai already thrown away this excellent traditional culture?

How can you negotiate this business without washing your feet?

Jiang Qin felt that his first impression was correct. Qin Zhihuan was more likely to be an intellectual than a businessman. He didn't even understand this kind of unspoken rule.

But the next second, he began to feel lucky that he was not forced to go to wash his feet, because his father suddenly called.

In fact, Jiang Qin had been giving his parents a shot of prevention on the matter of doing business. The gifts and red envelopes he gave were also increasing little by little. The main idea was to boil the frog in warm water so as not to surprise them too much.

He knew his parents. Both of them were honest and decent. They rejected the idea of ​​entrepreneurship more than they agreed with it. He didn't say it at the beginning because he was afraid that they would not understand.

But even if he had given them a shot of prevention in advance, the press conference in the disc still shocked Jiang Zhenghong.

Jiang Qin had to tell them everything about his entire entrepreneurial timeline. The other side was silent for a full three minutes before they barely absorbed the information that Boss Jiang said.

"No wonder you always say you work for hundreds of people. It turns out that hundreds of people work for you?" Jiang Zhenghong suddenly realized.

Jiang Qin coughed: "We are a team, supporting each other and going through ups and downs. They work for me, but in fact I work for them, but I just earn a little more than them."

"..."

Jiang Zhenghong was silent for a while: "Let your mother answer the phone. I need time to digest it."

Jiang Qin opened his mouth: "Yes, Dad."

After he finished speaking, he moved the receiver away from his ear, fearing that his mother's roar would make him faint. But to her surprise, his mother's reaction was relatively calm. She just asked him to take care of himself outside and let him go home more often.

Hey, it seems that the little rich woman really has her mother in her hands. She is simply a little cute beast that eats anger.