Ex-husband, Behave Yourself

"The trade industry chain, which has been invested in operation by a single company this year, has recently had some accidents. Besides Shanghai, many other trade points have been subjected to large-scale orders, cancellations and problem returns."

When Shan Rao explains all this, his tone is calm as if he is narrating the experience of others.

Song ran looked dignified and knew the serious relationship. "The most important thing is that if we continue this way for a long time, the cooperative operators will cancel the cooperative relationship in a large scale, and the industrial chain will be broken. If we don't want the investment in the early stage to be wasted, we need to pay high operating costs while looking for new partners, so that we can go on like this..."

The man nodded with approval and added: "if we go on like this, the whole operation level will collapse sooner or later, which is the best time to be taken advantage of."

"And what are you going to do?"

When song ran heard what he said, he knew that the other side's judgment was the same as that of himself. If this matter was not handled properly, it would not be impossible to directly affect the development of the whole single enterprise from the trade industry chain.

She was thinking, when necessary, to give a certain amount of financial support is not necessary, but did not expect the man to hook lips and chuckle, and shrugged his shoulders indifferently. "This kind of thing is not necessary to persist. If she wants to, let it go to her."

This response really shocked song ran.

Shan Rao's domestic trade industry chain was the first thing that Shan Rao set out to do after he returned home. He was depressed because he gave up all the contacts and capital he had accumulated in the UK, and finally decided to start from scratch.

What's more, it's already in the stage of stable income. If you give up, you'll give up. It's not like a normal person's thinking.

After a long time, song ran opened his eyes again and looked at the direction of the co driver's seat. After a while, he asked, "do you have any other ideas?"

The voice fell, but for a moment, the car slowly slowed down and finally stopped at a commercial street.

Shan Rao went down for the first time, went around the back seat of the car, opened the door, stood outside the door, and put out a hand with a gentleman's face

The woman raised her eyes to look at him, and then directly ignored the hand hanging in the air. She lifted her feet and walked down, and slammed on the door again.

Wait to go out a few steps to just turn back, a face calmly urged: "go."

At the moment, Shan Rao just curled up his fingers and heard the voice of the woman behind him. The light that had been extinguished under his eyes was burning again.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Yan Hao, who was trying to poke out his head, raised his hand and shook in the direction of the man standing. "Young master, what are you doing?"

When Shan Rao, who was reacting to her, went out, the woman was already in the crowd and looked around. Finally, she saw the tall figure in front of a store.

"Beautiful aunt, are you shopping alone?" The big eyed little Lori held the flower basket, bowed respectfully to song ran, and then blinked her eyes.

Song ran sank his eyes and looked at the innocent face of the little guy. The string in his heart was loose for no reason. For a moment, he forgot to lift his feet and leave.

Understanding little Lori's mind, she grinned and looked at the basket of roses. "I want all your flowers."

Little Lori's round eyes were shining, smiling and revealing a missing front tooth, she stood on tiptoe and handed her flower basket out. "Thank you, beautiful aunt. Here's 300 yuan."

Song ran looks for it. After a moment, she responds that she has left her wallet with her assistant.

Just thinking about how to solve this problem, a figure suddenly flashed over beside her. The man stood beside her, reaching into the inside pocket of the suit to take out his wallet, and casually asked, "how much is it?"

Little Lori see handsome uncle, eyes become more clear some, quickly smile and milk gas response: "300 yuan."

Song ran looked at the side of his eyes and saw that he took out three bills from his bag and handed it out.

"Beautiful aunt, your flower." After receiving the money, Xiao Luoli sent the flower basket to song ran on tiptoe, and then blinked at Shan Rao. "Beautiful aunt, you and handsome uncle are very well matched. Are you married?"

After hearing the speech, song ran immediately takes back his sight from the man, and his warm look becomes condensed in an instant.

Shan Rao felt this subtle change, and he felt very happy. He patted little Lori's head and asked her with a smile, "why do you say that?"

"I guess so." Little Lori took her flower skirt. "Handsome uncle just looked at the beautiful aunt's eyes, very much like my father looking at Mommy."

After that, without waiting for song ran to argue, a soft voice came from behind xiaoluoli. She quickly turned back and waved to both Shan Rao and song ran, and then ran away with small steps.

The woman gazed and watched the little guy run all the way to the small stall not far away, dancing and waving the income he had just got from selling flowers.The young woman in front of the stall grinned and rubbed her head. They didn't know what they were talking about. They suddenly reached out and pointed this way.

Song ran subconsciously turns around and quickly walks towards the other side of the road.

Shan Rao quickly caught up with a smile on his face and asked, "what are you running for? Are you sorry?"

The woman's footstep does not stop for a moment, smell speech just lightly float to aim at him one eye.

The man thought for a moment. When he wanted to say anything, he saw that she had taken out her mobile phone from her bag and dialed the phone out. "The location has been sent to you. Take a taxi to pick me up."

Only later did she realize that she was heading for the exit of the street.

"Oh, no more meals?"

Shan Rao panicked and reached out to stop him.

"Sorry, Mr. Shan, I don't think it's suitable for business partners like us to have dinner together today."

She said, as if carelessly, her eyes swept around the shop.

The layout of the Double Seventh Festival, especially the huge activity poster on the intersection building, reminds people all the time what day it is.

"I have a reservation for the restaurant."

The man is obstinate, his hand is still in the air, and his voice is a little bit thick, which makes a pair of lovers around him look sideways and have a heart to see the excitement.

Song ran didn't mean to stay, so he put the flower basket into his hand, politely but alienated, and said, "another day, Mr. Shan."

Going out against the stream of people, the man behind him unexpectedly followed him, "Song ran, don't forget, we still have something to talk about."

Song ran kept walking for a moment. Hearing the words, he gently raised his lips. "If you want to bear the pain and cede the trade market, you must be ready to use this as a bait to let Mrs. Smith inject a lot of money, although you are not sure..."

She pauses, turns her head to look at him, "but you should want to give up the small and keep the big. I don't object to you doing this, but I have to remind you that it's a bit risky. If she has the ability to eat the plate you've lost, you'll be doomed. "

These things, just getting off the bus and walking all the way, was enough time for her to understand.

But the man was still surprised. He stopped and looked at the woman's back with appreciation. Finally, he buried his head and laughed.

"Don't worry. I'm measured."

He put his hands around his waist and raised his voice in response.

The woman just waved her hand behind her, saying that she heard her, but her steps were still brisk, and it didn't take a moment for her to completely blend into the crowd.

When Shan Rao returned to the car, Yan Hao, who was lying in the driver's seat, squinting and resting, was so surprised that his eyes widened.

He put his head out of the window and looked around. He didn't see Miss Song's figure. He looked at the man in front of him with some sympathy. "How come, young master, have you failed again?"

The man took a bad look at him, opened the door and ordered: "go to the West Street intersection, I want to see her get on safely."