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Reborn at Thirty-Eight

Chapter: 1847

Father Cao suddenly raised his head and opened his eyes wide: “Oh, this incredible wealth…”

“In fact, in the first month, we had not yet rolled out all the markets in Shanghai. At that time, there were still two competitors, but they are gone now.”

“…”

Father Cao’s eyes were wide open, speechless, and his face was full of shock, just like the middle-aged version of Mr. Cao.

In the following days, Jiang Qin lived directly at Master Cao’s house and followed Cao’s father to study all matters related to the cooperation.

Including warehousing construction, cargo management, transfer connections, capital investment scale, and subsequent development direction, a series of plans were finally finalized, and after multiple discussions, a draft was formed.

During this period, Cao Guangyu was almost tied to his belt by his father, who took him wherever he went, saying that he wanted him to learn business.

In fact, Cao’s father was not anxious about Cao Guangyu taking over the company. After all, he was still in his prime and in his prime. But for some reason, after talking to Jiang Qin for so long, he suddenly felt a little impatient.

Therefore, Cao Guangyu has been spoiled by Jiang Qin for the past two days, and he has been crying all day without tears: “Dad, I don’t want to go today, I want to play games.”

“You want to play games and I want to beat you, so get out of here.”

“…”

In mid-August, the temperature reaches its peak and the cicadas are chirping incessantly.

After Jiang Qin settled the cooperation issue with Hengtong Freight, he left Hangcheng with the young rich woman and returned to Jeju.

After this round of shopping, he finalized the cooperation and details of the two major manufacturers, and negotiated with Hengtong Freight to invest in the company. It can be said that he has gained a lot.

And when we returned to this small county town, everything suddenly slowed down again.

Then Jiang Qin discovered that the little rich woman suddenly started looking for him for a hug.

On the early morning of Friday, as soon as the two of them had washed up, she came over and shouted, “Brother, give me a hug.” Her expression was as if she had just woken up, her eyes were half-open and half-closed, and then she retracted her hands into the sleeves of her pajamas and reached out to hug her. Jiang Qin’s waist.

This was different from when he was on a business trip. During the business trip, except for stepping on his cell phone, the little rich woman was very honest most of the time, even a little aloof.

Jiang Qin wanted to suck her little mouth several times but held back, pretending as if he didn’t covet his best friend’s body at all.

As a result, when she came back this time, Feng Nanshu was even louder, as if she was holding it back and was so sticky that she couldn’t separate it.

Jiang Qin helplessly stretched out his hand to ruffle her hair: “What’s wrong today? She’s so delicate.”

“You didn’t hug me the past few days.”

“The voice is quite waxy. Are you awake?”

Jiang Qin looked down at her and found that she had just opened her eyes in a daze, her long and curled eyelashes trembling slightly: “I woke up.”

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