Rebirth 93: Break off the engagement at the beginning and marry Bai Fumei

"What do you mean?" Zhou Yongnian asked Qian Mantang, looking completely bewildered.

Qian Mantang sat down opposite Zhou Yongnian and said with a smile, "A few years ago, Anda Pharmaceutical, the most famous pharmaceutical company in Jiangdong Province, had a major problem due to drug quality issues."

"At the time, this matter involved many provincial and municipal leaders in Jiangdong Province and Jiangcheng City. It caused a great stir and even changed the entire pharmaceutical landscape of Jiangcheng City and even Jiangdong Province." Qian Mantang chuckled and took a sip of tea.

“Since this incident, Jiangdong Province has carried out a series of reforms to the management system of medical supplies and pharmaceuticals,” Qian Mantang said, tapping the table lightly with his index finger. “Now the Supervision Bureau responsible for medical supplies and pharmaceuticals is directly under the jurisdiction of the province, and Jiangcheng City has no jurisdiction over it.”

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yongnian's expression changed, then he put on a smile again: "So, no matter how capable or well-connected Fang Ziwei is, even if her husband has some connections, it's all useless?"

Qian Mantang nodded with a smile, "Mr. Zhou, you're right. In Jiangcheng, if any relevant unit has a problem, the provincial supervisory bureau will conduct the inspection directly. Even the Jiangcheng Municipal Bureau of Quality and Technical Supervision doesn't have that authority."

"In other words, if any related entity has a problem, regardless of their background, everything will be covered!"

Zhou Yongnian nodded after listening, and looked at Qian Mantang with appreciation, "Old Qian, that's why I said you know Jiangcheng so well!"

As he spoke, he took out a document from the drawer and handed it to Qian Mantang: "This is the acquisition plan, 500,000 yuan, to acquire 51% of Fang Ziwei's mask factory. Go and talk to her."

Qian Mantang took the document, glanced at it, and his eyes widened: "President Zhou, 500,000? Her factory, with its equipment and inventory, must be worth at least several million, right?"

Zhou Yongnian smiled, his smile still gentle, and took a sip of his tea. "Old Qian, that was before. Now her factory is in trouble. Thirty thousand masks have been seized, and production has to be suspended for rectification."

“At times like this, she urgently needs funds to keep her busy, and 500,000 is a lot.”

Qian Mantang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized and gave a thumbs up: "President Zhou, brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"

Zhou Yongnian chuckled and waved his hand: "Go ahead. Remember, be polite, but don't compromise your principles. If she agrees, great; if not... there's something even tougher coming up."

Qian Mantang nodded repeatedly, took the documents, and left. After the door closed, Zhou Yongnian stood by the window, looking at the endless stream of cars below, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

Fang Ziwei, Chen Yang, even though you have powerful backgrounds, so what? In the medical supplies industry in Jiangcheng, you call the shots!

III. Negotiations Break Down

Three days later, at 3 p.m., the atmosphere in Fang Ziwei's office was as tense as a powder keg about to explode.

Qian Mantang sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, his enormous body almost filling the entire three-seater. He had a smile plastered on his face, but the smile looked utterly disgusting.

“Mr. Fang,” he pushed the document onto the coffee table, “this is a small token of our Mr. Zhou’s appreciation. Five hundred thousand for fifty-one percent of your shares.”

"Why don't you continue as your factory manager, and we can cooperate and achieve a win-win situation?"

Fang Ziwei sat behind her desk, motionless. Her gaze fell on the document, on the conspicuous 500,000 yuan, and a cold smile appeared on her lips.

“President Qian,” Fang Ziwei began slowly, “my factory, the equipment alone is worth three million. There are also over two million in inventory. You want to take over controlling interest for just five hundred thousand?”

"Do you think I, Fang Ziwei, have never seen money before?"

Qian Mantang's smile froze for a moment, then returned to normal: "President Fang, that's not how you calculate things."

"What you said is indeed the reality, but the current situation is that Ziyang is in trouble!"

Qian Mantang held up three fingers, smiling as he looked at Fang Ziwei. "Thirty thousand masks have been seized, and you'll be fined and forced to halt production. At a time like this, you desperately need cash flow."

“Five hundred thousand is quite a lot. Besides,” Qian Mantang crossed his legs and tapped the table lightly with his hand, “you are still the person in charge, and the factory is still yours, it’s the same!”

Fang Ziwei gripped the pen tightly in her hand, coldly staring at Qian Mantang's smug smile. "If I sign this, does that mean I'll have to work for Kangjian forever?"

“You can’t say that,” Qian Mantang said with a sly grin. “Can Boss Fang also choose to step down? This is a transfer of factory shares, not a contract of servitude!”

Fang Ziwei nodded with a cold smile after listening, stood up, walked to the window, and turned her back to him: "Mr. Qian, I'm very curious. Why did the Drug Administration suddenly come to investigate me?"

Qian Mantang's smile froze slightly, but he quickly recovered: "This... is just a routine check. Jiangcheng has been strictly controlling medical supplies lately, and you're just unlucky to have run into the line of fire."

Fang Ziwei suddenly turned around and stared into his eyes: "Then I'm even more curious. How do you guys know so much about health and safety?"

"I was just investigated, and your acquisition plan is already ready?"

Qian Mantang's smile froze completely. He was silent for a few seconds, then put away his smile and adopted a businesslike expression: "President Fang, let's not beat around the bush. Our President Zhou is interested in your factory and wants to cooperate."

"If you agree, everyone's happy. If you don't..." He stood up, dusted off his clothes, and said, "Keep those 30,000 masks for yourself!"

"Also, Ziyang, you can keep arguing with the Supervision Bureau!"

Qian Mantang held up one finger. "The fine will start at least at 500,000 yuan, and production will be suspended for at least three months. You can think about how much your factory will be worth then."

Fang Ziwei didn't speak. She just stood there, looking at Qian Mantang, her gaze as calm as a stagnant pool, but beneath that calm, her heart was churning with anger.

“President Qian,” Fang Ziwei finally spoke, her voice as cold as the winter wind, “Please go back and tell Zhou Yongnian—my factory, Fang Ziwei’s factory, is not for sale!”

"Never sell! Especially not to that guy surnamed Zhou!" Fang Ziwei slammed her hands heavily on the table. "If he's got the guts, he can show you everything. Let's see if I, Fang Ziwei, can handle this!"

Qian Mantang was stunned for a moment. He hadn't expected that Fang Ziwei would still have such courage even after the factory had been shut down. He then sneered and gave Fang Ziwei a thumbs up: "Fine, President Fang has guts. We'll see."

"Furthermore, I must remind Mr. Fang," Qian Mantang said, a slight smirk playing on his lips, "Jiangcheng isn't what it used to be. The management system for medical supplies is much more stringent now, given Mr. Fang's connections..."

Qian Mantang held up a finger and shook it a few times. "Useless!" he said. Then he turned around and strode away, his large body slamming the door shut with a loud bang.

After the door closed, Fang Ziwei stood by the window, motionless for a long time, her fingers gripping the window frame tightly, her knuckles turning white.

The next three days were the most difficult three days of Fang Ziwei's life.