Ten minutes to three in the afternoon, people from the Southern Song Dynasty group arrived at the headquarters of Daye group and asked to meet with Gu Shao.

After receiving the reply, the receptionist bowed her head to them apologetically: "sorry, Mr. Song, your reservation time is three o'clock sharp, and there are still ten minutes left. Please wait a moment."

Song Lianxiang immediately smelled: "do you mean to let me wait here?"

The receptionist kept bending over and apologizing: "I'm very sorry, Mr. Gu is still busy. Please wait for ten minutes. Mr. Gu will meet you in person."

"What's your name? Do you know who I am?! Report again

"You are the general manager of the Southern Song group. No matter how blind I am, I can't miss you! Please wait a few minutes. Mr. Gu will be down in a minute. "

The accompanying executives of the Southern Song group tried their best to persuade song Lianxiang to go to the lounge of the hall and sit down. He sat there with a very ugly face, waiting for the time to pass.

Just above the president's office, Gu canzhao sits on a leather chair and trims his nails.

The assistant stood in front of the desk holding the folder, looking worried: "Gu Shao, President song has been waiting downstairs for five minutes..."

"Don't you see I'm busy."

The assistant didn't see that he was busy at all, and didn't know what Gu canzhao wanted to do. He could only keep silent.

At three o'clock sharp, Gu canzhao stood up and went out. His assistant kept up.

Time has passed three o'clock, people still did not come out to meet, downstairs in the hall, song Lianxiang's face a little bit blue.

Finally, at 3:50, Gu canzhao appeared in the elevator door.

Gu canzhao, with an indifferent and alienated smile, strode forward and extended his hand to song Lianxiang: "Mr. Song, welcome."

Song Lianxiang met him and held his hand with a smile on his face: "can Zhao, I haven't seen you for a few days, you are still so high spirited!"

"Thank you, Mr. Song. Please."

"Well, please!"

Gu canzhao and song Lianxiang walk in the front, assistant follows Gu canzhao's side, and behind them is a group of senior managers of the Southern Song Dynasty. These people are behind the elevator, you squeeze me and I squeeze you, leaving the remaining half of the elevator space for the three of them.

Seeing that only one assistant was following, song Lianxiang asked, "can Zhao, why don't you see your directors?"

"If Mr. Song asked several seniors in charge of AI orders, I gave them a holiday."

"Oh? Looks like your order went well yesterday? "

Gu can Zhao faintly smile: "also thank song Zong's care."

The meaning of the word "Zhaofu" is self-evident.

But song Lianxiang laughed twice: "ha ha! Can Zhao, you are so kind! In the past two days, the Customs has finally released the goods. Now the raw materials are sufficient, and the manpower of our production line is also replenishing. I believe the two groups will cooperate better in the future! "

The elevator door opens.

Gu canzhao gentleman made a please gesture: "song general manager, please come inside, we can talk about these slowly."

"Good! Let's talk slowly! "

Song Lianxiang and the management of the Southern Song Dynasty were brought into an ordinary reception room. There were no fruits on the table and the tea was half cold. Because we don't know the exact number of people, we still have two cups less tea.

In the Southern Song Dynasty, the management's face was not very good, but they could only bear it.

Song Lianxiang didn't look at the tea on the table. He always kept a bold smile: "remnant photo! You've done well this time. Your father will be proud of you