Beijing, Guomao CBD.

Edge sat in his office and watched as many members of the holding group's management team were flipping through the folders in their hands.

The sound of turning the pages of the paper with a clatter, as if every stroke was stirring in the internal organs at the edges. The feeling of tension tickling in the chest made the edges very uncomfortable.

"Mr. Bian ......" someone next to him quietly handed Edge a cigarette.

Edge reached out to take it, but hesitated just as his hand was about to touch the cigarette.

"It's okay, if you want to smoke, just smoke. The man sitting across the edge raised the corners of his mouth slightly, then gestured to a staff member standing behind him.

The staff member nodded in understanding, then turned around and took an ashtray and placed it in front of the edge.

After a crackle of a lighter, he took a heavy puff of cigarette in his mouth.

"Do you think it's necessary to be so troublesome? We've been talking for so long, and we haven't talked about it for so long......" Edge spat out the smoke in his mouth, and slowly asked the man sitting across from him who couldn't be named.

"We really can't meet your request, if we look at it another way, maybe we can talk about it. Mr. Bian, if you still insist on your idea, then ...... All I can say is sorry. After all, I don't have much authority!" said this neither humbly nor arrogantly, and the edge opened his mouth several times, but finally did not say what he wanted to say.

"Mr. Bian?" The person next to the edge gently tugged at the edge of the shirt and muttered in a low voice.

"Ahem...... edged coughed twice, and had to sigh and mutter: "Okay, since I said that, I won't be difficult for you." Shall we sign a memorandum?" Edge casually took out a yellow brown paper bag from the briefcase beside him, and then slowly opened the bag and pulled out a stack of documents that had already been prepared from it.

The person sitting across the edge frowned slightly, and he didn't say anything, but reached out and took it from the edge.

Looking down at the contents of the document, the man was noncommittal for a moment.

The edge didn't understand that this memo was made according to the plan proposed by Li Yan.

"Huh...... Hehehehe!"

The man holding the memo suddenly laughed, but the smile made people sound a little goosebumps.

"What's the problem?" Edge, frowning, asked tentatively. After all, the contents of these memos were prepared by Li Yan, and after the edge got them, he looked at them and felt that these contents were reasonable for both parties, of course, the point was that his side was really suitable. Counterpart......

If the other party really wants to do things, they should agree with the content of the memo, right?

The edge is a little uncertain, and at this time, listening to the other party's cold laughter, I am even more uncertain!

The man took the memo he had prepared on the edge and looked at it a few times, then slammed it on the table. Tilting his head to the edge, he said, "So many things can be derived from a simple appeal, even if it is not something that can be explained in a few words." But have you ever thought that this memo is easy to overthink?"

"I'll just say, if you don't get it, there will be a misunderstanding!" someone next to the edge muttered.

Edge glanced back, and the man relented.

There is not much in this memorandum, and the focus is mainly on the negotiation of the transferor. When Li Yan handed over the document to the edge, he had heard a special note, this is the last step!

Probably Nie Rong is basically writing: if the assets that are finally bid are false or derogated, the transferor must give his side a reduction in the price.

"Edge, Mr. Bian, do you have what you should do business?"

"Well, I just think there should be rules for some things, right?"

The edge looked at the rebellious face of the person sitting opposite him, and responded in a whisper that he had lost his momentum.

At first, the man was a little confused when he saw the memo, but then when he understood everything, his heart instantly became very unhappy!

Originally, this target has not yet started shooting. Take 10,000 steps back and say that even if filming starts, it doesn't have to be on the edge. Today's early contact is already enough to give face, but what did the edge do?

The edge frowned and looked at the person in front of him without speaking, and when he secretly wondered whether Li Yan's method for himself was reliable or not, he saw that the other party became more and more angry and finally broke out directly: "I don't understand, what do you think! Look at me...... We are state-owned enterprises, when have we ever cheated?"

The people in the room didn't speak, but the people on the side of the state-owned enterprise were secretly embarrassed in their hearts, and they all admired the spokesperson in front of them, who could be called an actor-level performance. And the people who stood at the edge of the corner also secretly apologized, and all of them slandered in their hearts: "Are state-owned enterprises reliable?"

Edge suddenly remembered that when a good friend of his father came to the house for dinner, he was there and heard him talk about the past. The general situation is that the uncle said at the dinner table: "I am also from a state-owned enterprise, I think back then, I was in charge of more than 5 billion military production, I have never seen anything? State-owned enterprises never cheat? Haha, deceive a three-year-old child, the old man has seen all the winds and waves at this age, and I don't know how many people I have seen!"

Eventually, the hands of the time were drawn to the morning rush hour of the end of work. The edge looked at those who couldn't sit still anymore, and some of them even began to secretly pack their things and prepare to go home. He stood up and said goodbye to them.

We've been talking for most of the day, and things are still deadlocked. If you consume it, you won't be able to achieve anything. So the edge of the team took his brothers back in a huff.

In an office building not far from the edge, Li Yanzheng was discussing with Wu Zhilin and others about the preparations for his participation in the Haitian Feast.

If it was in the past, Li Yan must have only felt that going to the Haitian Feast should help him, as for what help, how to help, or who to find to help him, it was like being in a fog. While it feels a little overwhelming, it's actually important to note that the past was aimless, and if you really thought about it in the past, it would have been that aimless like a headless fly. Now Wu Zhilin is here to personally command and give advice to Li Yan, so that he understands that what he wants is not tourism, but the main mission of history!

Li Yan held his mobile phone in his hand, looked at the few photos that appeared on the screen, and whispered: "I will go to the Haitian Feast when the time comes, and I will remember the names of these people if I have the opportunity." I will also find a way to become "friends" with them, so you can rest assured!"