It was actually Zhang Jiao's expectation that he was rejected by the fog ape.

Therefore, he was not disappointed, but earnestly fought for it: "I have learned through investigations in recent days that my company's products were boycotted because they were hostile to the two monopoly food groups, "Chu Baiwei" and "Melt Flavor".

To be honest, I really didn't expect that because of my social background, I just made a name for myself in the legitimate industry, and it would immediately attract the attention of super trust companies that occupy 45% and 36% equivalent to the entire Nanyang agricultural and animal husbandry product market.

But the more I do this, the less I won’t retreat. Instead, I want to face the difficulties and break the situation.

The key to breaking the deadlock is your "Nanyang Japanese Overseas Chinese Association".

I know that because I wanted to import bulk rice from Nanyang to save my hometown Riwan, you and Chu Baiwei and Melt started a fierce trade war.

Even because these two despicable monopoly companies have made 'outside moves', they are willing to sacrifice bloodshed and sacrifice..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard the fog ape chanting with sad faces like a ghost: "It's so fifty in a hurry, and it's beyond the reach of it."

The officials in the temple are hidden in the middle of the palace, and the corpse is apologized for years.

If the destruction of the ground is not a combination of the tiles, I know that there is no depression in my body.

The world is happy with Zou Luotuo, and I am a virtuous person holding a halberd.

Zhang Sang, I already understand what you mean.

But the Irimaba expatriates are not like you Zhou people. No matter how long you live in Nanyang, they are not my race in the eyes of Nanyang people.

The lesson we learned last time was enough. We really don’t want to fight with the giant companies in Nanyang anymore.

I'm really sorry."

Zhang Jiao sighed when he heard this, and also chanted: "If the floating clouds come to send you, the most precious thing is not Confucianism.

The worldly relationship is still there, but only a few things are easy to compile.

The ancients learned Yi Nian, but what they loved was a drama.

Mr. Fog Ape, do you know that failure is not terrible, but if you lose your fighting spirit, you will be oppressed for generations."

"I didn't expect that Zhang Sang also knew this ancient poem about "Overseas Residence"," the foggy ape showed a look of meeting a soulmate, and hesitated for a moment: "But the time is wrong, even if you fight for it, it will be futile. It's better to save your strength to seek the future.

As for the difficulties you encounter, frankly speaking, with the influence of your company's brand, it will not cause hostility from the real high-level leaders of the Kitchen Fresh or Mellow.

It should be just a manager in Bandung area, and private concepts have restricted the development of your company.

If you find the right way, it is actually not difficult to crack."

"How did Mr. Wu Ape make this judgment?" Zhang Jiao said in confusion.

"Zhang Sang is a mystery to the authorities," Wu Yuanru Rugui said with a smile: "It is very simple to divide the Nanyang agricultural and animal husbandry market with the strength of 'Cooking' and 'melt flavors'.

But for hundreds of years, they have always vacated 15% to 20% of the market space, allowing small local brands to survive.

This is a long-term and smart business strategy, so how could it be changed because of Zhang Sang, a small businessman who does not even have the annual sales of 10,000 tons of natural grain."

This is unpleasant but makes sense. In addition, Zhang Jiao felt that even if he continued to entangle, the fog ape Rugui would not change his mind, so he showed a dream-awakened expression and said politely: "So that's it. It seems that I am really confused by the authorities.

Thanks to Mr. Fog Ape's guidance, I will say goodbye."

Jumped from the branches of the cherry tree to the ground, bowed slightly to the foggy ape like a ghost, and left.

The foggy ape hanging in the air was like a ghost. Looking at Zhang Jiao's back gradually moving away, he suddenly murmured: "Ziche is dying, and he is dying, and he is a centurion.

When you are approaching the cave, you are worried and worried. The sky is the sky, and you will destroy my good man.

Zhang Sang, you avenge my friend’s murder. I will give you a message of confusion. We are not worthy of each other.”

Watching him disappear into the brilliant sunshine.

More than 10 minutes later, Zhang Jiao walked back to his mansion in Tsing Dong Bay.

Seeing the vermilion iron gate full of Xia Zong's ancient style, two slim backs were leaning against their heads and saying something in front of the monitor. They couldn't help but ask strangely: "Two ladies, who are you looking for?"

The two girls turned around at the same time when they heard this.

One of them actually met Zhang Jiao, and it was Zhao Xiangjun, a colleague of the insurance company who took Liu Jinyin home to celebrate his father's birthday last time.

Zhao Xiangjun also recognized Zhang Jiao and said in surprise: "Hello, hey, you are the boyfriend of Jinyin Second Sister, Mr. Zhang, right?"

“It’s me.

Hello Miss Zhao." Zhang Jiao smiled and said, "You seemed to be talking to someone in the monitor at my doorstep? Is there anything wrong?"

When Zhao Xiangjun heard this, she even spoke up next to her, wearing black pencil pants, a white shirt, plain face, and very standard facial features, but giving people a labor-bearing face, then said in surprise: "This is your home."

You are Sister Zhao’s friend.

It's so great.

Mr. Zhang, right? Mr. Zhang, your house was caught in a fire not long ago.

I passed by a few days ago and accidentally saw that the burn was very bad, and the losses should be very serious.

I wonder if you have received insurance compensation?”

"I bought this land," Zhang Jiao said in surprise: "It was not me who was burned in the past..."

"Then are you buying house insurance?" the girl asked again impatiently.

"No." Zhang Jiao guessed the girl's thoughts, shook her head and asked back, "Aren't you here to promote insurance, right?"

"It's not about selling, but I hope you can change to a more secure lifestyle." The girl solemnly corrected: "By the way, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is An Jia, a salesperson of Lingdingyang Insurance Company.

Now I am doing an internship with Sister Zhao.

If you have time, I can give you some advice on modern asset protection…”

Zhang Jiao smirked and shook his head and interrupted An Jia's words, "Okay, Miss An, you don't have to recite any insurance scriptures to me.

Miss Zhao is Brother Jin Yin’s girlfriend, so I will definitely give her face.

In the afternoon, I will ask the company's financial manager to sign a contract with you directly.

It's getting late.

If you don’t have any other business to run, just have lunch together.

Of course, if you have other things to be busy, you don’t have to force it.”

After the words came to the ground, Zhao Xiangjun said with a smile on his face: "Zhang Xian, I am really caring for you.

If we sign your beach house, I believe we don’t have to worry about our business volume this month.”

"Are you all friends? It's just mutual benefit, so don't be so polite." Zhang Jiao smiled, opened the door with the remote control key, and walked in with Zhao Xiangjun and An Jia.

The courtyard of Zhang Gongguan is actually almost the same as in the Sheng Gongguan era. It was just that the damaged flowers and plants were replanted, and the broken swimming pool and the ground were repaired.

But the main building is already very different from before.

After cleaning up the broken walls and ruins that collapsed due to the explosion, Zhang Jiao changed the Western style of Sheng Mansion and asked the designer to redesign the pavilions and pavilions with traditional wooden and stone structures in the Dazhou and built them.
Chapter completed!