“Yeah?”
Robin was still puzzled. As a college student, if you don’t study hard in school and get a certificate at the end of the semester to make your mother happy, what kind of business are you doing? And he did it like this!
But Robin also knew that there was no point in worrying about it now.
Success or failure is a foregone conclusion.
“Change the topic, Mr. Chen, I heard that the public is looking for a gis service provider at all costs?”
Chen Jiaxin smiled and nodded: “We are lucky and have found it.”
Robin glanced at him: “It’s Baidu.”
“You…how do you know?”
“We have also contacted Baidu. They are willing to provide us with technical support, but the prerequisite is that we need to send local pushers to mark the locations ourselves, and the built database belongs to them. You should get the same conditions.”
Chen Jiaxin was noncommittal: “Baidu wants to take advantage of our urgency and come up with nothing.”
Robin sighed: “It doesn’t matter if you are a white wolf with nothing, but Nuomi is the biological son that Baidu spends money to support. If he only makes wedding clothes, our work will be in vain.”
After the words fell, everyone couldn’t help falling into silence.
They are not silent because of Baidu’s appetite. After all, they are in business. If it were them, they would definitely want to have the database that integrates all merchant information in their own hands.
They were just sighing. No one should offend Jiang Qin, because he was really capable of bringing down all his opponents.
They even have the illusion that if Volkswagen hadn’t suddenly settled in Shanghai this time, group shopping might not have directly raised the bar to such a high level, and everyone might be able to live in peace for a while.
Of course, this kind of thinking is pure escape, just to give myself some psychological comfort.
At this moment, Cui Yiting suddenly put down her knife and fork and looked at the entrance of the cafeteria, while Song Yaqian’s eyes were also slightly startled.
Then there are Robin, Yang Xueyu, Wu Peng…
Half of the people present subconsciously straightened their spines, as if they wanted to show a kind of calmness and ease, but their expressions were obviously a little nervous.
Chen Jiaxin followed their gazes and saw a young man wearing a black sweater walking in from the door. He walked to the bar expressionlessly, took a steamed bun and put it in his mouth, then took a steak in his left hand and held it in his right hand. a glass of juice.
In the Iron Lady’s view, this person was very ordinary, but for some reason, the people around him suddenly became serious, as if they had seen a terrifying existence.
“Hello, Mr. Jiang.”
“Good afternoon, Mr. Jiang.”
“Mr. Jiang, long time no see.”