While Zhao An was still harassing his mother in the wedding photography studio, Tang Bing was negotiating with another company. The goods they had previously shipped had been seized, and there was no chance they would be released anytime soon. So, they had no choice but to find another way: to buy the materials from someone else.
"Liao Rong, we've known each other for a while. Give me the goods you have, and I'll pay more," Tang Bing said bluntly. He was always arrogant when dealing with ordinary businessmen. Either you were on the same level as them, or you looked down on them. It was that simple.
"Master Bing, it's not that I don't want to give it to you. I've already signed a contract with the Zheng Group and am obligated to supply them. So, I'm sorry, if you want me to change my mind, you can only negotiate with the Zheng Group. The contract clearly states it in black and white. I wouldn't dare to breach the contract, please forgive me." Liao Rong was the owner of a plastics factory specializing in rubber and other goods, dealing in wholesale raw materials.
"Are you using them to threaten me?" Tang Bing's eyes turned slightly hostile. "I'm supplying the Zheng Group, and you're asking them to deliver the goods to me? Are you kidding me?"
"I don't know. I'm just a businessman, Young Master Bing. You know I've always done business in a fair and honest way. Don't embarrass me," Liao Rong said calmly. He was actually a distant relative of Liao Ruoxia, a relationship that was only remotely related. He didn't really care, otherwise he wouldn't have watched Liao Ruoxia's father suffer in poverty with such indifference.
"Okay, very good. That's it for now. Humph. I'll make a note of it." Tang Bing glared at him angrily. Even personally showing up wouldn't work; these capitalists were truly disgusting.
"Goodbye, Young Master Bing," Liao Rong said, standing up to see him off, unfazed by the other party's threats. One needs to be bold in business. The bolder the person, the more productive the land.
With just two weeks until delivery, the materials still couldn't be obtained. The total penalty for breach of contract would be over 500 million yuan, a crushing blow to Tang Bing. No one could understand why this had happened. Even after factoring in the compensation owed by the material supplier, Tang Bing would still need to come up with at least 500 million yuan to cover the cost. This was the consequence of breach of contract.
Business isn't that simple. High-end processing relies on efficiency. Every order requires a contract, payment, and delivery within the stipulated timeframe. If you can't deliver, sorry, you're done for. Pay the penalty.
If Tang Bing loses 500 million yuan, his profits for the year will go into the negative, and the family meeting will be suppressed. At their level, most people have families. Cousins, large and small, plus dependent smaller families and teams, form a powerful network.
The thought of how this would affect his year-end evaluation gave Tang Bing a headache. He had to find a solution. Otherwise, who could stand being caught out for no reason? Elsewhere, Tang Wenxiu had gotten some sleep and felt much better upon waking. At least the nightmare-like feeling had subsided considerably. She picked up the phone and checked the time: it was already three in the afternoon.
Tang Wenxiu flipped through her address book, found the number for the law firm, and called it. The name on the list was Chai Miaoyu! It was unknown how Chai Miaoyu knew Tang Wenxiu, but she seemed to have some connection to every capitalist company, yet she wasn't some kind of prostitute. The thought of it made one admire her social skills.
Chai Miaoyu had already returned to the villa, wearing her wedding dress and silver peep-toe high heels, as she responded to the thrusts of the man behind her, each one more intense than the last, seemingly poised to explode at any moment. She heard her phone ring, saw the name, and hushed to the man behind her, "Ah...husband...it's a big client...be quiet...let me ask what it is..."
"Hello, Mr. Tang, what's going on?" Chai Miaoyu regained her cool demeanor. If it weren't for Zhao An rubbing against her hips from behind, one would have mistaken her for a hardworking, mature lawyer.
"Lawyer Chai, do you know any rubber raw material processors? I need to buy some existing rubber raw materials," Tang Wenxiu asked. She could only pin her hopes on Chai Miaoyu, who was known for her city connections.
"Ah, I don't know. Sorry, I can't help you. There was a rat just now, and it scared me," Chai Miaoyu explained. Actually, it was Zhao An playing with her anus, and the attack on her sensitive spot naturally made her scream.
"Okay, thank you very much." Tang Wenxiu could only hang up the phone. There was nothing she could do. If it was a breach of contract, then so be it. Finding a new supplier was the only way to turn things around.
After hanging up the phone, Chai Miaoyu gave the man a coquettish look. "I told you no...ah...that place is dirty...ah...you're not really going to...ah...no...it hurts!" It was obvious she'd been deflowered, offering her tender virginal asshole to her man.
After dinner, Zhao An left the house feeling refreshed. Both of the women at home were seduced, and they even took a rather unusual wedding photo: Zhao An, dressed in a suit, with his mother and Aunt Chai. Then came the threesome, though no photos were taken. Both the incidents involving Edison Chen and Lee Chung-rui teach perverts a lesson: Playful fun is fun, but don't take photos. You'll be screwed and die without knowing how.
After seducing the women at home, Zhao An hummed a little tune as he made his way to the hotel. This time, it was Tang Bing who had to bow down to him.
Liu Ke was completely unreliable. His men absconded with the money, taking two billion yuan with them. Even though Liu Ke claimed it wasn't him, who would believe him? The person who absconded with the funds was his subordinate, a veteran who had worked with him for almost ten years.
Tang Bing had already temporarily allocated funds to help Liu Ke, but ended up getting him into trouble as well. What kind of thing was that? Was it just bad luck?
Zhao An hadn't appeared in this incident from beginning to end. Although he wanted to suspect someone, there was no clue or reason to point to him. There was no reason to cause trouble for him, and no way to do it.
The banquet was still being held at the Swan Hotel, a banquet that represented reconciliation.