Luo Chaoyang was also silent for a while at the other end of the phone. He actually understood why Luo Polu did not agree to take his wife and his son returned to Beijing at the same time. He probably was worried that his wife would be rejected and hurt.

After a while, he forced a smile and said, "The medical skills of this child are very magical. The last time he came to Beijing, he had obvious cure results for Jingyu. Jingyu was embarrassed to say, "He asked me to bring a message to Zhiyuan. If possible, let Zhiyuan go to the capital again to continue to apply acupuncture to him."

Luo Polu said oh, "Brother, I'll ask him."

Luo Polu covered the phone receiver and turned his head to look at his son, "Zhiyuan, would you like to go to Beijing with me to give your third uncle acupuncture?"

"I won't go. I have a lot of things on hand now. I'll talk about it after I'm done. His illness cannot be rushed and needs long-term recovery." Luo Zhiyuan did not hesitate and immediately refused. He had already made up his mind that if he could not make a personal appearance in his life and did not get the basic respect of the Luo family, he would never take a step into the Luo family.

As for his father's intention to return to Beijing to visit his relatives, it was his father's business. It was his father's Luo family, not his Luo Zhiyuan's Luo family. He had no sense of belonging to the high gate of the capital that had little humanity.

Luo Polu was a little surprised when Luo Zhiyuan refused so simply. But in this matter, he could not force his son, so he could only smile bitterly and said to the phone receiver: "Brother, this child is very busy with work in the office recently, and he can't take time. Let's go in the future."

Luo Chaoyang was silent. It was obvious that he knew everything about Luo Xiujuan humiliating Luo Zhiyuan in front of Luo's family and making him leave in anger.

...

In the morning, Luo Zhiyuan had nothing to do at the newspaper, so he asked Song Jianjun for a leave and went out to take a taxi to Tang Xiaolan's Guangming Trading Company.

Luo Zhiyuan got off the car at the door of Guangming Company. As soon as he was about to enter, he was stopped by the old guard.

"Uncle, I'll find Mr. Tang."

"Look for Mr. Tang? Have you made an appointment?" The old man glanced at Luo Zhiyuan indifferently and continued to fiddle with the radio in his hand. It seemed that he had not found a suitable broadcast channel. The radio kept making a sound of eating.

"Make an appointment, there is no such thing. However, I can call Mr. Tang." Luo Zhiyuan smiled and pointed to the inside phone on the communication room table.

The old man waved his hand impatiently, "Hurry up and fight!"

Luo Zhiyuan ignored the old man's indifference, walked into the guard room, grabbed the phone and found the number of "Mr. Tang" from the telephone communication table under the glass plate on the table, and then dialed.

Tang Xiaolan did not expect Luo Zhiyuan to visit him. Although he was unexpected, he actually went downstairs to greet him.

The old man was surprised and his attitude immediately changed 180 degrees, and he let go with a smile on his face.

Luo Zhiyuan ignored the old man's arrogance at first and then respectfully, walked over with a smile and shook hands with Tang Xiaolan, "Sister Xiaolan, you are too polite. I'll just go up by myself, and I'll let you come down in person."

Tang Xiaolan smiled but said nothing, and turned around to lead the way.

The office building where Guangming Company is located has only four floors, which is quite old and simple to be honest. When Luo Zhiyuan entered Tang Xiaolan's office, he didn't expect that Tang Xiaolan's office was too small, about ten square meters. The decoration was very simple, with only one table and a group of sofas. The desk and chair were not fashionable and popular boss tables and leather chairs. They were ordinary wooden tables, and the paint was a bit mottled and faded.

Luo Zhiyuan looked around and said in surprise: "Sister Xiaolan, you are a boss after all, why are you so poor in your working conditions?"

"This is what I looked like when I started my business back then, and I have not changed. I don't want to change. This will remind me that starting a business is harder - a woman is even more difficult to start a business. Everything is hard to come by now, so I can't help but squander it." Tang Xiaolan smiled slightly, "Besides, Guangming Company is still a small company, and it is not as good as a waste of money."

"Please sit down. Tell me, what's the matter with me?" Tang Xiaolan didn't mention anything about meeting Zheng Yuqing and his daughter that night and having an unpleasant incident. This is how Tang Xiaolan is smart.

Although she actually wanted to speak out in her heart to test whether Luo Zhiyuan and Zheng Yuqing had a special relationship, she still didn't say it out loud.

"It's nothing, I'll just come and see you." Luo Zhiyuan laughed, took a cup of tea from Tang Xiaolan's hand, lowered his head and took a sip.

As soon as he put down the teacup, Tang Xiaolan handed over an exquisite ceramic ashtray and a box of cigarettes, indicating that he could do it himself.

Tang Xiaolan obviously didn't believe his words. She knew that Luo Zhiyuan took time to come to Guangming Company, so she must not just "to see her".

"Sister Xiaolan, you are a businessman. I wonder if you have any knowledge about textile companies?" Luo Zhiyuan lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and asked in a voice.

"Textile enterprise? This industry is affected by the national environment and is in a bad mood. I don't know how many textile factories in China have gone bankrupt, and a lot of them have gone bankrupt in our city." Tang Xiaolan was stunned and immediately said: "Why are you suddenly interested in this?"

"Sister Xiaolan, if it were you, in the face of such a situation, what would you do if you were to go bankrupt and go bankrupt? Is there any way to make Zhiqi come back to life?" Luo Zhiyuan avoided answering and continued to ask his own question.

Tang Xiaolan shook his head, "I can't do anything. The situation in the textile market has deteriorated, and there is no other way out for enterprises except for changing production. However, it is not easy to change production. Without the entry of large funds, this is just empty talk. Moreover, even with the support of funds, changing production is equivalent to building a new enterprise at a higher cost, which is not worth the loss."

"Yes, Sister Xiaolan is right." Luo Zhiyuan laughed, "So the city is very troubled now. Yimao has gone bankrupt and closed down. Ermao was lucky to be acquired by foreign capital, but the city paid a huge price. Now Sanmao has to enter the bankruptcy process - in fact, the assets are easy to say, but the large number of employees cannot be resettled. All laid off and let go, they will definitely make trouble, and no city leaders dare to take this responsibility."

Tang Xiaolan knew that Luo Zhiyuan must have some more information, so she did not interrupt him and listened silently.

Luo Zhiyuan's eyes became brighter and brighter, "But in my opinion, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If you grasp it well, it will be a good deal."

"What do you want to say? Don't keep it from hiding me, just say it!" Tang Xiaolan frowned her beautiful eyebrows and stared at Luo Zhiyuan and said angrily.

"Okay, okay, I'll just say it. I'm here this time and I want to cooperate with Sister Xiaolan." Luo Zhiyuan laughed, but his expression gradually became serious.

Tang Xiaolan was stunned and pointed at Luo Zhiyuan and said in surprise: "You are talking about cooperation with me? I want to listen, what cooperation projects do you want to talk to me about!"

"We cooperated to register and establish an import and export trading company, and purchased wool products that were in stock and backlogged for many years at low prices, and then marketed..."
Chapter completed!