"Chairman, Mr. Huang has already left!" Let's rewind time a bit. After Huang He left, his pregnant secretary went directly to the chairman's office and met with President Ma, then reported.
"Mhm!" President Ma nodded. After a moment, he noticed his secretary hadn't left yet and asked with a smile, "Is there anything else?"
"Yes, Mr. Huang asked me to deliver a message to you!"
"What message?"
"He said that if he were allowed to invest, he could lead us to become the world's number one network company!" the secretary said.
"Oh!" President Ma's expression changed slightly. If he invested and led Tengda to become the world's number one network company, what would happen to me, President Ma? Would my position have to be given to this Mr. Huang?
"Just a nouveau riche!" President Ma shook his head dismissively and said lightly, "In the future, don't bring me any more of these nouveau riches who have nothing to do with the network industry and have no substance in their heads. You can record it and politely refuse them."
"Yes!" The secretary nodded and then silently withdrew from the office.
As for this conversation and story, President Ma forgot about it completely within a few hours. This kind of nouveau riche had no connection with Tengda at all, so it was indeed not worth President Ma's effort.
With that time, it would be better to go online and see what interesting websites, features, or software were on the internet, and then record them for the people below to learn from, which was more important.
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The sky gradually darkened completely. Since the trip to Shenzhen was in vain, Huang He did not intend to stay in Shenzhen any longer. He planned to take the train back to Wenzhou the next day, as there were still a pile of things waiting for him there.
However, something unexpected happened that night.
The unexpected event stemmed from a phone call. After returning to the hotel where he was staying, Huang He watched TV for a while and then prepared to sleep.
Don't misunderstand. Huang He was not so perverse as to share a room with his sister-in-law. His sister-in-law, Leng Zhimeng, had her own separate room, and Huang He naturally did too.
This also provided the hotel with important information. Not long after, the phone in Huang He's hotel room rang, and a charming voice said, "Sir, do you require special services?"
"Special services!!" Upon hearing this, Huang He straightened his back and hurriedly asked, "What special services?"
"Heh heh, Sir, whatever special services you want, we have them. Or should I come to your room and explain it to you personally?" the other party said with a smile.
"Uh..." At this moment, Huang He's heart was pounding. Ever since he was reborn, he had never been intimate with a woman. Yet, with Leng Zhiruo, such a beautiful sister-in-law by his side, Huang He was practically Yang Ding Tian every day. After a long time, he was a bit unbearable.
Originally, Huang He had no intentions, but this phone call, the charming voice, and the phrase "special services" opened up all of Huang He's fantasies. Then it became uncontrollable. He glanced at the white lace curtains, as if he saw a pair of white lace legs, radiating white light. Who could resist this!
"Okay!" Huang He almost agreed immediately, but then he thought, no, Leng Zhimeng was right beside him. What if she sensed something? That would be bad.
So Huang He reluctantly refused, but the fire in his heart was ignited, and it burned hotter and hotter, finally becoming as unbearable as a hundred cats scratching his heart.
"By the way, Leng Zhimeng might notice if I do anything in my room, but it's fine if I go somewhere else. I don't have to do it in my own hotel!"
"Also, isn't Shenzhen only tens of kilometers away from DW? Dongguan, which used to exist in the future, is gone, but now, it is the most glorious moment for Dongguan. How can I not experience it?"
"Thinking of this, Huang He could almost not suppress himself, so he secretly sneaked out of the room and then asked the driver, 'Master, do you know DW?'"
"Huh, Mr. Huang, is that you!" To his surprise, the driver recognized him. It was the same driver who had proposed the third ending earlier.
"Ahem, you should know what I want, right!"
"I know, of course, I know. I guarantee I'll take you to the safest and most comprehensive place!" The driver immediately patted his chest and assured him, then drove onto the highway. In less than thirty minutes, they arrived at the entrance of a seemingly ordinary, even somewhat shabby small hotel in DW.
"Sir, don't look at the outside being shabby, it's all a disguise. It's great inside!" The driver said with a knowing smile.
What if you expect some unfortunate coincidences to occur, leading to Mr. Huang's beautiful dream failing?
This is impossible. Such a melodramatic thing would not happen. After Huang He entered, everything went smoothly. The interior was indeed a hidden gem, and Mr. Huang took out a thousand yuan bill and immediately enjoyed the supreme service in the human world, even ordering two at once.
After all, the prices in 2001 were so cheap, it was nothing to envy.
However, what Mr. Huang did not expect was that when he walked out of this inconspicuous small hotel with his legs feeling a bit weak, he saw that driver for the third time, as the driver walked out at the same time as Mr. Huang.
"You went in too?" Mr. Huang asked in surprise.
"Heh heh, I don't have a wife, and I've been holding back for a few months. Since I'm here, I might as well do it too!" the driver said with an embarrassed smile.
"Haha, that's great, then I'll ride back with you!" Mr. Huang laughed heartily, and the two got into the car again.
As the saying goes, the strongest friendships in the world are those forged from fighting side-by-side, being wounded together, and also doing that together. Therefore, Mr. Huang and this driver naturally developed a good impression of each other, and then they started chatting.
"Brother, what is your surname?"
"My surname is Luo, and my name is Luo Sheng. My main job is a taxi driver."
"So, you have a side job too?"
"Heh heh, my side job is actually selling mobile phones."
"Mobile phones, that's high-tech stuff. You actually sell that?"
"It's not really high-tech stuff. I have a friend who has a small factory and made a mobile phone himself. Then he set up a stall in Huaqiangbei, and I help him deliver the goods. However, his business isn't doing well. He's already lost tens of thousands, and he won't be able to hold on for a few more months before he quits!" the driver said, shaking his head.
"Huaqiangbei? Selling mobile phones?" Huang He's eyes lit up instantly. Right, 2001, isn't this the year when counterfeit mobile phones began to take off?
[PS: I don't know how many people will dislike Huang He after reading this chapter, but the author's idea for the protagonist has always been not to write a pure person or a perfect person. Everyone has weaknesses and will do things that are annoying. That's what makes a person real.
Please understand!]