I was a daigou in the 60s

Zhang Hong felt helpless and anxious facing Xiao Dongqing's strategy.

He did find a way out in the stinky tofu business.

It is possible to increase brand value through online hype and resell it at a good price.

However, he really didn't see any reason to keep those old soymilk machines.

Xiao Dongqing's actions were obviously well thought out.

Although he has great confidence in strengthening Liangzi stinky tofu.

But the business world is like a battlefield, and no one can guarantee 100% success.

Therefore, it is wise to retain some assets as a fallback.

As the ancients said.

"Where there is life, there is hope"

This statement also applies to business competition.

Zhang Hong felt like a huge stone was pressing on his heart at this moment.

I felt restless, as if there was something pent up in my chest that I couldn't get rid of.

After some thought, Zhang Hong decided to get up and leave.

"I'll get some paper and pen and re-sign the contract."

He said in an impatient tone.

However, Xiao Dongqing immediately stepped forward to stop him and said with a smile.

"Mr. Zhang, there's no need to go to all this trouble. Liang Zheng and I have a very close relationship."

"It would be just as effective if my name was on the contract."

"How can they be the same? You, Xiao Dongqing, are you, and Liang Zheng is Liang Zheng!"

“Who do I hold responsible if something goes wrong?”

Zhang Hong retorted with a frown.

Xiao Dongqing wanted Zhang Hong to sit down.

But Zhang Hong insisted that only a written agreement was the most reliable.

In order to ease the atmosphere, Xiao Dongqing suggested.

"We finally got together. Talking too much will only hurt our feelings."

"Mr. Zhang, please sit down first. Let Yang Xueqin have a few drinks with you. She will take you home tonight."

This sentence not only shocked Yang Xueqin's heart, but also made the situation a little awkward.

Yang Xueqin knew that Xiao Dongqing was not the kind of person who would sacrifice his friends.

She saw some subtle messages in his eyes.

This is a strategy.

Although she still had doubts in her heart, she nodded slightly to show her understanding.

Zhang Hong seemed particularly happy about this arrangement. After all, beauty could move him more than money.

Everyone has their own weaknesses, and Zhang Hong's weakness is precisely the charm of a beautiful woman.

From the moment he saw Yang Xueqin, he behaved a little out of control and could hardly take his eyes off her.

At this moment, Xiao Dongqing's proposal hit his heart, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Xiao Dongqing observed all this silently, secretly calculating in his mind.

In the business world, once your weaknesses are exposed, you are in danger and surrounded by crises.

Zhang Hong had no idea that this was an elaborate trap.

He mistakenly thought that this was Xiao Dongqing's apology.

"Oh, Mr. Xiao, it's a bit strange for you to say that."

"We have such a close relationship, of course I trust you."

"Liangzi stinky tofu is so famous, it will definitely make a lot of money."

Zhang Hong was talking, but his eyes were always following Yang Xueqin.

When he walked towards Yang Xueqin and took her hand.

Yang Xueqin's body stiffened slightly, but she resisted the urge to pull her hand back.

"Your hands are so soft. You must stay with me tonight."

Zhang Hong couldn't stop smiling and pulled Yang Xueqin back to his seat.

Yang Xueqin also cleverly moved closer, and this move made Zhang Hong even more proud.

The banquet lasted for nearly three hours, during which Xiao Dongqing always replaced wine with tea.

Although Zhang Hong noticed this, his mind was completely occupied by Yang Xueqin.

Liang Zheng had already passed out drunk on the table, and Zhang Hong also began to stagger.

"Liangzi, I'm going to the bathroom. Please go downstairs and call a car to take me home."

Zhang Hong held onto the wall and staggered to open the door.

Xiao Dongqing couldn't help but sneer in his heart when he saw that Zhang Hong even pronounced his name wrong.

Zhang Hong is obviously very drunk now.

Just as Xiao Dongqing was about to get up, Yang Xueqin came over.

Her eyes were a little blurry and her cheeks were flushed, but she was obviously just a little drunk.

"You're not really going to hand her over to that fat guy with glasses?"

Yang Xueqin questioned.

"It's not impossible."

Xiao Dongqing responded easily with a playful smile.

Yang Xueqin frowned and said dissatisfiedly.

"I want to tell Sister Su."

"Don't……"

Xiao Dongqing hurriedly stopped him, and his expression became complicated when he mentioned Su Zhilan.

The relationship between him and Su Zhilan was already very tense, and he didn't want to add any more misunderstandings.

Xiao Dongqing looked at Yang Xueqin seriously and said.

"You must know a lot of girls over there, right?"

"Who do you think is prettier? Give me some contact information."

Yang Xueqin took a breath in surprise.

"Aren't you worried that Sister Su will find out about this?"

Xiao Dongqing rolled his eyes.

"Not for me."

He explained, his tone revealing helplessness and sincerity.

"Who is this thing for?" Yang Xueqin asked.

"Of course it's for Zhang Hong. You can't really go home with him, right?"

Xiao Dongqing replied.

Yang Xueqin suddenly understood and her mouth opened in surprise.

Forming a perfect 'O' shape, my mind suddenly became clear.

"You really have a way."

She exclaimed in admiration and told Xiao Dongqing the landline number of the old lady's house in the red-light alley.

Xiao Dongqing nodded, then walked downstairs and headed to a public telephone booth not far away.

After dialing the phone, an old lady's lazy voice came from the receiver.

"Which one?"

"The Peace Hotel needs a hot girl. Price is not a problem, but speed is required."

Xiao Dongqing said concisely and clearly.

"I sell snacks here, I don't care about hot girls or not..."

The old lady seemed a little puzzled.

"A friend introduced it to me, please arrange it quickly."

Xiao Dongqing urged.

The old lady chuckled and her tone suddenly became gentle.

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment."

……

After hanging up the phone, Xiao Dongqing sat on the steps in front of the Peace Hotel and lit a cigarette.

About five minutes later, a strong smell of perfume wafted over.

He turned around and saw a woman in hot clothes.

The woman with dyed red hair was looking at him with a sly smile.

"It was you who called just now, wasn't it?"

The red-haired woman asked with a chuckle, her hand gently resting on Xiao Dongqing's shoulder.

Xiao Dongqing sneezed because of the strong fragrance, and quickly pushed her hand away and said.

"Indeed, I was the one who hit him, but you are accompanying him tonight."

He pointed inside the restaurant. Zhang Hong was so drunk that he was staggering and could barely stand.

"Another drunk customer. How could he get drunk so easily?"

The purple-haired woman frowned and complained.

"In this case, you have to pay extra."

Xiao Dongqing didn't say much, he took out a few banknotes from his pocket and handed them to the purple-haired woman, and emphasized.

"Once the matter is done, you must leave immediately."