If he was just cold, that would be fine. From time to time, people who knew Fan Xinhua would jeer at him when passing by.

Compared with the biting cold wind, these people's words were more like steel knives that cut bones, pricking Fan Xinhua all over his body.

It wasn't until nearly eight o'clock that a Cadillac and a Toyota Crown appeared at the door of Jin Meilin, and Fan Xinhua woke up from his numb state.

With an agility that was difficult to achieve on ordinary days, he quickly ran to the right door of the Cadillac's back seat.

However, when the car door opened, it was Miss Wang who came out.

Seeing Fan Xinhua, Ms. Wang put her hands on her hips and cursed angrily: "Why are you still looking for us? Go find your boss Li!"

Hearing this, Fan Xinhua burst into tears and cried, "Ms. Wang, I was wrong. I shouldn't have listened to that bastard. I'm here today to apologize to you."

Although Miss Wang is simple and kind-hearted, she is not stupid. She saw through Fan Xinhua's cruel tricks at a glance and said angrily.

"Don't do this to me. How did you beg me to let A Bao make the 800,000-piece order for you? As a result, we spent a lot of money on the early promotion. Just go and sue me."

Just unilaterally tear up the contract."

"Oh, now that man surnamed Li has run away, and you can't sell your goods anymore, so you came to beg us. Let me tell you, it's not that cheap!"

Fan Xinhua was scolded and became speechless. Faced with everyone's pointing fingers, he lowered his head in shame.

Qin Hao and Abao looked at each other. In fact, they had received the news about Boss Li's escape three days ago. It was only an outsider like Fan Xinhua who had no foundation in Shanghai who was kept in the dark.

inside.

"Let's go in first and leave him to Abao." Qin Hao took Miss Wang's hand, passed Fan Xinhua, and walked straight in.

After a fierce inner struggle, Fan Xinhua still did not catch up and could only walk up to A Bao with a sad face.

"Mr. Bao, I..."

Abao glanced at him and said in a cold tone: "Shopping malls are like battlefields. Mr. Fan just wants to write off the past with a few words of apology?"

Fan Xinhua touched his tears and cried: "Mr. Bao, I know it's too late to say anything now. If you want to kill me or chop me into pieces, I will admit it. I just ask you to give me a way to live. If I go back like this, what will happen to the three hundred people in the factory?"

Many workers will tear me apart."

"Are you scared now? Why did you go there earlier?" Abao sneered.

"It's not impossible to survive if you want."

When Fan Xinhua heard this, he was like a drowning man, grabbing the last straw and staring at Abao.

"I have calculated that the cost price of those 800,000 T-shirts is 18 yuan a piece, I will give you 19 yuan a piece..."

Before A Bao could finish his words, Fan Xinhua exclaimed: "Mr. Bao, why don't you give me a good time? If I give you this price, I will die if I go back."

"Then it's your business." Abao glanced at his watch: "It's now 8:05. I'll give you three more minutes to think about it. Come and see me when you think about it clearly."

After saying that, Abao crossed Fan Xinhua and walked into Jin Meilin.

When Miss Wang saw A Bao come in, she quickly asked what to do with Fan Xinhua. When she learned that A Bao actually accepted his goods, she was furious.

Abao spread his hands and explained: "The 700,000 T-shirts in Fan Xinhua's hands are almost exactly the same as those of Sanyang. If he has a bad idea, he will directly copy a batch of Sanyang labels and sell them on the market at a low price.

, the Sanyang brand will be ruined.”

"When doing business, you seek wealth rather than anger. Unless you have to, it's better not to push people into a hurry."

"Besides, at this price, the factory will definitely lose money. After Fan Xinhua returns, he will definitely not be the factory director. It can be regarded as a small punishment for him."
Chapter completed!