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"Now that Miss Song knows clearly, I'm very curious. You just have to arrange for the company to submit the bidding application plan. Why do you have to pass us in private? What conditions do you want to discuss?"

Conditions, song Ran has no other conditions, "I just want to make sure I can win this plan."

She was a little bit upright, and her expression was dull. She took out the posture of previous business negotiations. "I know that your bidding plan is different from the past. Because you and your father contributed a lot to the early development of Fenghuang ancient town, and this bidding document is also the result of your efforts for several years, so you have the right to participate in the decision-making, and I find you most directly Effective methods. "

After saying that, he saw the other party's lips and a smile, revealing a few feelings of appreciation, and then added: "my father is the mayor of the town, he also has the right to vote."

"So..." Song ran put one hand on the table of the square table and continued his words, "if the bidding plan is publicized, the bidding will be conducted again, and the final vote will be selected until the implementation of the project plan. The minimum guarantee period is at least two years. You give me the right to invest, and I guarantee that within one year, the investment amount of one phase will be in this amount. "

She said, comparing five fingers with the hand on the table, and then gently put it down.

The old man then compared five fingers in front of his eyes, and there was obvious surprise and shock in his eyes.

Song ran looked at it quietly and continued to add, "even if you go through the normal bidding process, there won't be many enterprises that can give such investment level. If the project enters the plan one year ahead of schedule, it will be a profit for another year. Mr. Fang is a businessman. I don't need to remind you of this point."

The bidding plan was not publicized. The Song family was interested in business opportunities and actively sought cooperation. As long as the project plan passed the government's review, it could be implemented, which saved a lot of trouble.

But this matter is not trivial, in front of the man obviously did not want to believe her meaning easily.

"We will consider Miss Song's proposal, but the development plan of the ancient town has been delayed for many years. We just want to do it well now. In order to ensure the final results, it is worth delaying for another year or two."

The man said it to the point. Song ran nodded slightly and understood the other party's concerns. "After all, this is not a small matter. You have a balance. I can fully understand it."

With that, she supported the table with one hand and was about to get up. At the same time, her eyes also aimed at the assistant sitting beside her.

The assistant understood and quickly took out a business card from his suit pocket and handed it out.

When the man took over, song ran stood up completely. "Mr. Fang, please think about it carefully. If there is any result, please contact me at any time."

She could see that the other side meant to talk about the conditions again, but her attitude was sincere enough, and it was not a way to negotiate blindly.

The father and son took him downstairs. Before he got on the bus, song ran seemed to think of something. He turned around and chuckled at the old mayor. "The mayor has an old friend. He asked me to bring something."

"Old friends?" The old mayor twisted his eyebrows and looked at the woman in front of him. After careful consideration, he had no impression on her, so he asked, "what is it?"

Song ran droops her eyes and turns in her bag. Then she turns out an old yellow photo and hands it out.

When the old man saw the picture, he seemed to be a little incredulous. His eyes trembled. When he reached for the photo, his fingertips were shaking.

"How could you have this picture?"

One hand rubbed the yellowing film, then turned to the opposite side. After confirming that the handwriting was correct, the voice began to tremble slightly.

"The old lady asked me to return it to you." Song ran looked down at the old man with some rickets in front of her eyes. Her words were always calm, "she said that she was old and didn't need you to return this favor."

In fact, when Mrs. Qi sent this photo to song ran, she said, "if they don't agree, you can take this photo to him, and say that you can remember the kindness of that year. What he owes me, what I owe you, let him give it back to you for me."

But here, she did not say too clearly, because it is very clear that the effect will not be bad when the time is over.

Before the old man began to ask, she had already seen the other party's mind, and said, "the old lady is in good health now. She occasionally mentions that she lived here, and she is worried about you and your wife."

After a pause, he glanced at the man next to him and said, "let me say hello to your son for her."

When Mrs. Qi accompanied her husband on a business trip in the ancient town, she once saved the wife of the mayor's family from childbirth, which was equivalent to saving their mother and son.

More than 30 years later, the favor finally fell to song ran.With that, she didn't mean to stay any longer and turned to the parking lane.

After driving out of the lane, the assistant, who was completely relieved, was surprised and slightly frustrated. "I thought you came here just to find Miss Qi. You still have such a hand."

The frustration comes from Song Ran's always cold and independent nature. Her demand for assistants is not as good as that of the general president. It is not uncommon for her to reveal her thoughts until the last moment like today.

Song ran recognized her pain and sipped her lips lightly. "Go back to the hotel first and fly to Kyoto at night. In the afternoon, you have half a day's free time."

The young assistant raised his eyebrows and unconsciously stepped on the accelerator. "I heard that there is a oldest phoenix tree in front of the ancient temple on the top of the Phoenix Mountain. You can pray. Miss, are you sure you don't want to go?"

The car body drives to the ancient road, her eyes color half squint, carelessly way: "forget it, I am not interested."

Then he reclined on the back of his chair and closed his eyes for a rest. When he wanted to tell him something, he heard the voice of hesitation and said "Ai".

Song ran didn't care. He put his arms in front of him and opened his eyes because after that light call, he added, "isn't that Mr. Shan?"

The assistant slowed down the car as he spoke.

Song ran followed his reputation and saw a car stop by a side road in front of him. The man was coming out of the path. He had no idea what he was holding in his arms. He opened the door carefully and put it in. Then he bent down again.

There was a certain distance between the two cars. When the man closed the door, the engine started quickly and the wheels rolled up a cloud of dust and drove forward.

They don't seem to have been found.

Song ran gathers her eyebrows, takes back her sight and instructs her assistant to continue driving.

But the car didn't speed up as expected. The assistant pulled over, opened the door and went down before Song ran could react. After a while, he turned back and handed it out with a black wallet in his hand. "It seems that Mr. Shan lost it."

Song ran stares at the purse which is stained with a little dust for a long time, and finally gives a fair judgment on the young woman's "full of enthusiasm".

"It's the trouble you picked up. You can take care of it yourself."

Having said that, she turned her gaze coldly.