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

Sun Jianguo's voice came through the receiver, tinged with urgency: "Boss Chen, it's me, Sun Jianguo."

"Oh, Mr. Sun!" Chen Yang's voice was devoid of any emotion. "Didn't I already give you the money? Is there anything else you need from me?"

"Boss Chen, why did you suddenly leave Beijing?" Sun Jianguo asked anxiously over the phone.

Chen Yang leaned back in his chair, angrily shouting, "Mr. Sun, do I have to report to you where I go?"

"Jiangcheng is my base of operations. I need to apply to you before I can come back!"

Sun Jianguo was taken aback for a moment, then quickly said, "That's not what I meant, Mr. Chen, please don't misunderstand. I meant there are still a few items that I need you to take a look at."

"Your abilities are undeniable. If you leave the capital now, what will become of those items?"

Chen Yang smiled and said, "Mr. Sun, the item isn't going anywhere. I've run into some trouble right now, and I need to take care of things in Jiangcheng first."

Sun Jianguo was taken aback: "What happened to you?"

Chen Yang did not answer directly, but only said, "It's a small matter, Mr. Sun, you don't need to worry."

Sun Jianguo paused for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Mr. Chen, is your matter urgent? Could you go back to Beijing first, check on the items, and then return to resolve the issue?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yang raised an eyebrow slightly. He had originally intended to engage in a few more exchanges with Sun Jianguo, but the other party's words made him somewhat displeased.

“Mr. Sun,” Chen Yang’s tone turned cold, “my wife’s factory has been shut down. Everyone’s trying to take advantage of me. If I don’t come back now, not only will the factory be ruined, but what will the people of Jiangcheng think of me?”

"Tell me, if I don't resolve this matter, how can I go back?"

Sun Jianguo paused for a second on the other end of the phone, then chuckled, "Boss Chen, you seem to have quite a few businesses. It's just a medical mask factory. Once this storm passes, I'll dump some orders on you, and you'll make up for the losses, right?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yang sneered inwardly. Throwing orders at him? What did he take him for, a beggar?

"Mr. Sun, you're really talking big, like a toad sneezing!" Chen Yang's voice turned cold. "You just casually dump some orders on me? Do you think my mask factory is an ordinary mask factory?"

Sun Jianguo was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

Chen Yang said earnestly, word by word, "I won't lie to you, Mr. Sun, the medical masks I produce are not the gauze masks we make domestically; they are polypropylene medical masks, which are exported overseas!"

"It meets international medical mask standards, and currently only the United States can mass-produce masks of this level!"

"Let's not even talk about how much these orders cost. Do you know how much my equipment cost? Several million!"

"You're trying to dump some orders on me? What kind of joke are you playing with me!" Chen Yang paused, his tone becoming even colder: "Your orders aren't even enough to fill my teeth, you know?"

Sun Jianguo was speechless. This was an unfamiliar field for him, and it was the first time he had ever heard of polypropylene. Aren't masks usually made of gauze?

"What? It's exported overseas too?"

Chen Yang replied in a dismissive tone, "Mr. Sun, don't bother asking. You wouldn't understand anyway."

"Let me be frank with you—I won't return to the capital until this matter is resolved. As for the items, we can wait."

"Anyway, the items aren't going anywhere. I just finished one auction, I can't exactly hold another one, can I?"

Hearing Chen Yang say this, Sun Jianguo became anxious: "Boss Chen, don't wait any longer! Mr. Zhao is waiting to see your skills! If you leave, I..."

Chen Yang interrupted him: "Mr. Sun, I'll say it again—my wife's matter is more important than anything else. There's no room for discussion on this."

After saying that, he hung up the phone. Fang Ziwei looked at him with worry in her eyes: "Chen Yang, are you sure you're okay after offending him like this?"

Chen Yang turned to look at her and smiled, "It's alright. The more you go along with this kind of person, the more they'll take advantage of you. If you stand up for yourself, they won't be able to do anything about it."

Fang Ziwei nodded, but the worry in her eyes didn't disappear. Chen Yang held her hand: "Don't worry, he'll help us solve the problem!"

In a secluded club, Sun Jianguo gripped his phone, his face extremely grim. He was furious that Chen Yang had hung up on him. But what bothered him even more was that without Chen Yang's return, the task Mr. Zhao had entrusted to him couldn't be completed.

He took a deep breath, sat in his chair and pondered for a long time before dialing another number. The phone rang twice before being answered, "Hello?"

A deep voice came from behind him, and Sun Jianguo respectfully said, "Mr. Zhao, it's me."

Mr. Zhao hummed in response: "What's wrong?"

Sun Jianguo recounted Chen Yang's story—he had returned to Jiangcheng because his wife's mask factory had been targeted, and now he refused to come back. Finally, he cautiously asked, "Mr. Zhao, what do you think of this…?"

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, then Mr. Zhao's voice came through, his tone unreadable: "Who messed up his wife's factory?"

Sun Jianguo was taken aback: "I don't know that. It seems that production has been suspended. They said that orders have been withheld and they have been fined. It's quite serious."

Mr. Zhao frowned and tapped his fingers lightly on the table a few times: "Jiangcheng... what does that factory do?"

Sun Jianguo recalled Chen Yang's words: "It seems to be about producing medical masks. Chen Yang said that his mask factory produces some kind of propylene mask, which only the United States can mass-produce."

"His factory, just the equipment alone cost... several million."

There was another silence on the other end of the phone, then Mr. Zhao suddenly laughed, his laughter carrying a hint of amusement: "This Chen Yang is interesting."

Sun Jianguo was stunned: "Mr. Zhao?"

Mr. Zhao slowly began, "Do you know what the market price is for these medical masks right now?"

Sun Jianguo shook his head: "I'm not sure, I've never heard of it."

Mr. Zhao gave a soft, cold laugh: "This Chen Yang is quite capable. This kind of mask can indeed only be produced in the United States."

"Although it's not to the point of supply falling short of demand, many countries want to use it but can only import it from the United States at high prices. Especially for exports, a single order can generate millions in profit."

"If his factory can really mass-produce these kinds of masks, it's a golden goose."

Sun Jianguo was stunned. Chen Yang actually had such abilities?

Mr. Zhao said leisurely, "The fact that we can produce these masks and export them from our country shows that the Song family behind Chen Yang has helped him in this regard before."

“The other party is doing this to his factory because they want to buy it at a low price or drive it out of business.” He paused, his tone becoming meaningful: “Chen Yang is right not to come back now.”

"If it were me, I wouldn't come back either! What's more important than making money!"

Sun Jianguo grew anxious: "But Mr. Zhao, if Chen Yang can't resolve this, then what about our situation..."

Mr. Zhao interrupted him: "What's your hurry?" There was a hint of amusement in his voice: "We can't let Chen Yang earn this money all by himself!"

“Perfect timing. I need a business partner right now. His mask factory might be the perfect opportunity.”

Sun Jianguo opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Mr. Zhao concluded by saying, "You don't need to worry about this. I have my own arrangements."

Then the call ended, and Sun Jianguo stood there, holding his phone, stunned for a long time.

He never imagined things would turn out this way. Mr. Zhao... was actually interested in Chen Yang's mask factory?