In the private room of the hotel restaurant in Nanshanghai Market, Ding Maogang stood up and shouted: "Mr. Yu, please stay first."

Mr. Yu ignored him and continued walking out.

"Why do you think Longxing's people didn't touch you? Let me tell you, the Yu family will soon be in trouble." Ding Maogang shouted with his eyes.

When Mr. Yu heard this, hesitated and stopped, turning his head to look at Ding Maogang.

"I'll just say a few words. If you think it's boring, you can turn around and leave, or even kill me to avenge your children." Ding Maogang added again.

...

Two minutes later, Agent He and Ding Maogang's two companions walked out of the box together, while General Yu sat on the chair with a expressionless face, intervening and silent.

Ding Maogang raised two fingers and said, "As long as your Yu family intends to cooperate, we can provide you with financial support, with an advance payment of two million."

Mr. Yu looked at the other party with a sneer: "My niece almost died in Fengbei. Do you think this can be solved by money?"

"We don't know that the people who followed Qin Yu to Fengbei were suppliers, which is a misunderstanding." Ding Maogang emphasized.

"Is this useful now? The result of the misunderstanding is that when we die, what else are you talking to me?" Mr. Yu gritted his teeth and pointed at the other party and replied, "I won't kill you, just to give Lao He a face, do you understand?"

"I think any hatred can be compensated with benefits." Ding Maogang replied softly: "Especially family businesses like you who are seeking opportunities to go to another level."

"You think too simple about the problem," Mr. Yu was too lazy to argue with him: "Don't test my patience again."

Ding Maogang looked at Mr. Yu and said with a smile: "In addition to financial support, we can also spend a lot of money to help you dig up top medical research teams from Fengbei, from District 7 and District 8. You can also help you replace old equipment and improve the production chain."

Mr. Yu was stunned when he heard this.

"It is easy to get a thousand gold, but it is hard to find talent. With your current scale and ability to be unavailable, if you do not have strong financial support and certain background relationships, do you think those people who are engaged in scientific research will go to your small factory in Jiangzhou to do research and development?" Ding Maogang reached out and poured Mr. Yu a glass of wine, and said softly: "But when we cooperate, these problems will no longer be problems."

Mr. Yu was silent.

"Let's talk about it openly. In addition to the support of funds, scientific research teams, and equipment replacement, the mistress will also use his relationship in Songjiang to apply for patents for the drugs you currently have and apply for a formal production batch number, so that you can go from behind the scenes to the front stage." Ding Maogang stood up and said in a concise manner: "As soon as the patent and production batch number are taken down, a formal identity will be available. At that time, building a factory in Songjiang and expanding the scale will be a natural thing."

When Mr. Yu heard this, his palm on the table shook unconsciously.

"You are chosen because you have a foundation, a market, and a professional management team." Ding Maogang not only expressed the conditions, but also expressed his demands bluntly: "We have worked so hard to build a new Longxing in Songjiang to help the mistress's father lay the last springboard. He got political achievements, we made money, you completed transformation and improvement, this is a win-win business."

Before Mr. Yu could speak, Ding Maogang had already answered several major questions in his heart in advance, so he was silent again.

"Before I came, I checked it. The little girl who died was the family member of your nephew who originally planned to get married." Ding Maogang continued to add with his back: "But this kind of marriage is nothing more than a commercial bondage. You think it is profitable. They also think you are a match for the best, but the ultimate goal is just for the word "profit". Therefore, I think this kind of contradiction is not unsolvable... It is better to solve the demands with demands."

Mr. Yu sneered and replied, "If you draw a big pancake, I think it can be eaten, right?"

"The advance payment is two million, oh, no, five million." Ding Maogang thought for a brief moment and replied: "I use one of my shell companies to increase my holdings in your company. As long as I have a symbolic shareholding of 10%, I will throw the advance payment in one go. Mr. Yu, what do you think of this sincerity?"

Mr. Yu was stunned.

"Miss San has a friend whose father is the president of Songjiang Branch of the Ninth District Bank and his mother is the director of the investment bank, so money is not a big deal for us." Ding Maogang said softly: "As long as you can cooperate, you don't have to consider the land for building a factory in Songjiang. Mid-San's father said something, we can get the best."

Mr. Yu's palm was covered in sweat at this moment, but he did not show any expression on the surface and did not take the initiative to ask questions again.

"Mr. Yu, the opportunities in life are fleeting." Ding Maogang whispered: "After entering the Ninth District, you don't need to hide in private anymore, let alone worry about the suppression of regular pharmaceutical companies. To put it bluntly, from a hooligan to a regular army, others may take a lifetime, but you just need to nod to do it now. Moreover, in Jiangzhou, you have no support from a political F or a consortium. Do you still know what step you can go in the future?"

Mr. Yu was silent.

"Songjiang lacks pharmaceutical companies, you are here, the support from the government will be unprecedented!" Ding Maogang reached out and patted Mr. Yu's shoulder and said, "Don't rush to reject me. Go back and think about it carefully. Oh, by the way, I just told you about Longxing just now, just to let you listen to me. That's fake, haha!"

Mr. Yu looked up at Ding Maogang, paused for a few seconds and stood up: "Go."

The secretary immediately handed over his coat when he heard the sound.

Ding Maogang picked up Mr. Yu’s wine glass and said with a smile: “Mr. Yu, I’ll toast you!”

After saying that, Ding Mao had just sipped it all.

After more than ten minutes.

Mr. Yu returned to the guest room and sat on the bed a little dull, not knowing what he was thinking.

...

The next day, afternoon.

When Wu Tianyin went to a small market to buy ingredients, he accidentally noticed a small pastry shop on the street. He was stunned when he looked at the cakes on the counter and instantly remembered that today was my mother's birthday.

It was past seven o'clock in the evening.

Qin Yu followed the agreement and drove into Kaiyuan District with Cha Meng and came to a tea room restaurant next to the district council.

After getting off the car, Qin Yu turned his head and glanced at the crowd sitting quietly at the door of the district council, frowned and asked, "What are you doing? Why are there so many people?"

"I heard it was a tax resistance, and I even went to the news in the morning." Cha Meng replied casually.

"Oh." Qin Yu looked at the crowd and sighed: "The heavens don't make people live!"

After saying that, Qin Yu stepped into the tea room, while Cha Meng entered the hall and found a place to stay by himself.

A few minutes later, Qin Yu came to the door of the 209 box and reached out to push open the door: "Ye, beauty Ye, why did she choose such an unearthly place to eat?"

Indoor, Ye Lin was not there at all. There was only one man sitting on the tatami and said with a smile: "Here, Team Qin."

Qin Yu looked at the other party and was stunned for a moment: "You...?"
Chapter completed!