90s: You are all reborn, who will spoil you?

Ma Yao acted quickly and soon rushed over to meet Xie Yan.

For this trip, Xie Yan still rode in the special car that Sun Qiyuan had carefully prepared for her, an Audi 80, which was a sky-high price at the time.

However, this car is not a bus, but Zheng Shiyu's car.

The driver had been waiting downstairs for a long time, and the car was parked there quietly.

As soon as Xie Yan saw Ma Yao, she took him to the special car without any extra words.

The distance from City N to City Z is about 100 kilometers.

Unfortunately, there were no expressways built in the area at that time, let alone high-speed railways.

The car can only drive slowly along the bumpy dirt road. Under such road conditions, it takes about two to three hours to reach City Z.

Along the way, the car was so quiet that only the slight sound of the car moving could be heard.

Xie Yan and Ma Yao both closed their eyes and rested quietly, each sorting out the goals and plans of this trip in their minds, and accumulating energy for the upcoming business negotiations.

Finally, the car slowly drove into City Z.

Xie Yan and Ma Yao did not delay for a moment and hurried towards the industrial park.

With the enthusiastic and efficient help of the local government, the two soon visited the largest raw material production plant in the area - Oriental Cotton Mill.

The Oriental Cotton Mill is famous, and its biggest signature product is the cotton yarn carefully produced from Xinjiang cotton.

These cotton threads are of high quality, and with them, it is easy to weave beautiful and elegant pure cotton fabrics.

However, the owner of the Oriental Cotton Mill is a very arrogant person.

Although he was introduced by a local, when he heard that the person coming to discuss business was a young man with an eight-year-old girl, his heart was immediately filled with contempt.

In his opinion, who would bring a child along when doing serious business? It was totally unprofessional.

So the boss deliberately lingered in the meeting room and didn't show up for more than an hour.

This made things difficult for Xie Yan and Ma Yao, as they waited anxiously outside for more than an hour.

Ma Yao suppressed his inner resentment and sat on the chair for a long time.

After all, the scholarly air about him was too strong. He was usually very active in the academic and theoretical world. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?

Finally, he couldn't hold it in any longer and suddenly jumped up from his chair, his face flushed red as he shouted angrily, "This is outrageous! How could such a huge city like Z be the only cotton yarn factory, the Oriental Cotton Mill? They're doing this to deliberately make things difficult for us. They simply don't take us seriously!"

Xie Yan seemed to be out of the matter, turning a deaf ear to Ma Yao's anger. She just closed her eyes and rested quietly, like a quiet statue, exuding a sense of calmness and composure.

Seeing that Xie Yan had no reaction, Ma Yao became more furious and stomped his feet in anger.

Then, he sat down again helplessly, feeling very uncomfortable.

After an unknown amount of time, he leaned against the wall and fell into a drowsy sleep.

When he woke up, he found that the boss still had no intention of meeting them.

Now, Ma Yao’s hot temper came out completely.

He stood up suddenly and angrily said to Xie Yan, "Xie Yan, let's go! It's obvious that they don't want to see us. There's no need for us to waste time here. Isn't this just a waste of time?"

Upon hearing this, Xie Yan rolled her eyes at Ma Yao. This Ma Yao's temperament was really like those people who were engaged in high-tech. He graduated from Peking University and Tsinghua University and had a smooth journey. When had he ever experienced such a humiliation? He was so impatient.

She reached out and gently tugged at the corner of Ma Yao's clothes, saying coldly, "In ancient times, Liu Bei visited his thatched cottage three times. Since we've come here with sincerity, we should show enough sincerity and wait. What kind of talk are you doing? You have no patience at all. Just wait here and don't do anything useless."

Ma Yao wanted to argue a few more words, but just as he opened his mouth, the words stopped abruptly.

Dong Ming, the boss of Oriental Cotton Mill, walked out of the conference room leisurely. Xie Yan's words of comforting Ma Yao just now fell right into his ears.

These words aroused Dong Ming's great interest in this seemingly young but calm and intelligent girl. His eyes were full of exploration and curiosity.

Dong Ming turned slightly and waved gently to the people around him. Soon, a staff member respectfully led Xie Yan and Ma Yao to a luxurious office.

The office was decorated very exquisitely. The staff placed a cup of coffee in front of each of them. Steam was rising, emitting a rich aroma.

Xie Yan raised her eyebrows slightly. In this day and age, it was rare to entertain guests with coffee. It seemed that Dong Ming was a person who was very receptive to foreign things and had a very open mind.

So, it shouldn't be difficult to persuade him to provide raw materials to a company that is about to go bankrupt.

Ma Yao was born in the 1970s and has always lived in a relatively traditional environment and has never been abroad.

Despite having lived in Kyoto for many years, he always maintained the simple and unpretentious style of a farmer's son.

At this moment, he frowned, looking at the coffee brought by the clerk, his heart full of confusion. If he drank it, he would feel that this foreign thing was a little strange; if he didn't drink it, he was afraid of being impolite. For a moment, he was at a loss.

The two people formed a sharp contrast.

Xie Yan seemed contented. She gently picked up the coffee cup, took a sip, and then leisurely read the newspaper, as if she was in a quiet afternoon.

Ma Yao still had a frown on his face, fidgeting in his chair. His awkward appearance formed a sharp contrast with Xie Yan's calmness and composure.

After an unknown amount of time, a woman about thirty years old with an elegant temperament pushed open the door, and then Dong Ming walked in.

As soon as he entered the door, he walked straight to Ma Yao, smiled, extended his hand, and said warmly: "Hello, I am Dong Ming, the chairman of the Oriental Cotton Mill."

Ma Yao quickly stood up, a polite smile on his face, and responded, "Hello, Chairman Dong, I'm a representative from the Venus Textile Factory in City N. My name is Ma Yao!"

Dong Ming was also very polite. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a kind smile. He said, "I'm much older than you. I'll just call you Xiao Ma. Do you mind?"

"No, no!" Ma Yao said, nodding his head repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice, his attitude extremely humble. "You are a highly respected senior in the textile industry. You call me Xiao Ma, which shows your respect for me. It's very appropriate."

After that, the two of them sat down.

Dong Ming always likes to take the initiative in the business world. His personality is as strong as a sword drawn from its sheath, showing his edge.

He leaned forward slightly, looked at Ma Yao sharply, and said straight to the point, "Today, Xiao Chen from the Economic Bureau said that you guys are coming to me to discuss a big deal. Is that true?"

Ma Yao was completely unaware and still confused. He just nodded blankly.

Dong Ming then immediately pressed the issue, pointing to Xie Yan who was sitting beside him. With a hint of doubt in his eyes, he asked, "Is this your daughter?"

Upon hearing this, Ma Yao waved his hands hurriedly. Xie Yan smiled slightly and said softly, "Hello, Uncle Dong. Uncle Ma Yao was busy greeting you just now and didn't have time to introduce myself. My name is Xie Yan, and I'm also a representative of Jinxing Textile Factory."

As soon as these words came out, Dong Ming was stunned, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.