Chapter 364: The Three-Month Promise

"Actually, my base salary really isn't high."

As she spoke, Secretary Xia gave Zheng Qian a very resentful look.

The latter awkwardly took a sip of tea.

Seeing that there seemed to be hope, Sun Zhifeng hurriedly stood up, his voice trembling, "The salary isn't high? That's great! Come to me, I'll give you wealth and glory—isn't that much better than a small, crummy place like Yebai?"

Secretary Xia sighed.

She said with a bitter smile, "Well... although the base salary isn't high, but... the bonuses are just too much. Sometimes I even have to endure inexplicable pressure, with others questioning whether I got it based on my own ability, sigh."

Sun Zhifeng frowned suspiciously.

Secretary Xia always spoke in fits and starts, saying half and hiding half, which left him unsure whether her words were true or false. But regardless, things had reached this point, and he couldn't back down.

Otherwise, how would he get by in the future? How would he pick up girls?

"Ho... how much?"

But the previous few blows had left him feeling a bit insecure.

How high could a little secretary's salary be? Even if she was being kept by Zheng Qian, it would only be a few tens of thousands a month, right? At most, it was absolutely impossible for it to be more than that.

Heh, anyway, I'm just promising this money. Once I get bored after playing for a few months, I'll just find an excuse to kick her to the curb.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel very confident again.

How could a small-town hick from Yebai compare to a young master like him from JZH?

"One million."

Secretary Xia sighed.

"Oh, only a one-million bonus."

Sun Zhifeng nodded, just about to strike back, when his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

He suddenly turned his head to look at Zheng Qian, his expression shifting uncertainly, as if he had seen a ghost.

His voice even trembled, "Ho, how much? For real?"

"One million."

Secretary Xia nodded innocently and sighed, "It's just that President Zheng gave it to me separately last month to reward my outstanding performance in the Xunnidi business. Actually... I really don't deserve it. President Zheng, taking this opportunity, I want to bring it up with you again—please let the finance department take this money back, I really don't deserve it!"

This money was indeed issued to her separately by Zheng Qian.

In fact, although he was very confident about Xunnidi, the specific executor was Secretary Xia.

It was just that the cocktail party had been a disaster, but that wasn't her fault.

Zheng Qian had carefully inspected everything, from the winery's construction to the equipment of the production lines; it was all done very well.

Moreover, getting his hands on the new Xunnidi formula was tantamount to a shot in the arm for him.

This wine had high commercial value.

As of 2023, the scale of the Jiuzhou red wine market had reached over one hundred billion, which was terrifying.

This Maldives wine was an even more dazzling presence; the market was currently in dire need of a truly new type of wine like this.

If it didn't have such high value, it wouldn't have attracted the attention of the Su Family, the Sun Family, and others one after another.

As things stood, as the three giants of JZH wine suppliers...

The Su Family and the Sun Family—the wine brands they operated were actually much the same.

What one had, the other basically had as well.

This was where the importance of a differentiated track came in. To put it slightly hyperbolically, this Maldives wine was very likely to determine which of the two families would secure the entry ticket to the Songshang Club.

That said.

After waiting for Secretary Xia's confirmation, Sun Zhifeng took a deep breath and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

He really hadn't expected things to progress to this point.

This Zheng Qian was simply a pervert—no, a madman! To be willing to throw away so much money for a little female secretary!?

He threw away one million just as a bonus?

If he gave five times that, wouldn't it be five million?

If his old man knew he spent so much money on picking up girls, he'd probably slap him awake.

"Um... that..."

"Since Comrade Little Zheng is so fond of Secretary Xia, I shouldn't take what others love or force your hand. Let's talk about business now. I want to acquire your Xunnidi wine."

This Sun Zhifeng was truly a talent; his face changed faster than flipping a book, and he immediately started changing the subject.

He tapped the table and said arrogantly, "The strength of our Sun Family is actually stronger than the Su Family. Our control over channels is also very powerful; without a word from us, you won't be able to sell a single bottle of this wine in JZH."

"Oh, I know you might say..."

"You can sell it to the north, but we distributors are all interconnected; our resources are deeply bundled."

"It's just a phone call for me to make them reject you. You'd better consider it carefully."

Although Sun Zhifeng couldn't shell out too much money for picking up girls.

The family's foundation was there, after all, and the actual funds available for business were still terrifying.

Zheng Qian did not doubt the veracity of his words.

However, the Su Family had said the same thing to him.

Zheng Qian was holding back for now, not because there were no suppliers who wanted Xunnidi stock, but because he hadn't officially given the go-ahead; the timing wasn't ripe yet.

Sun Zhifeng clearly didn't realize this.

"Since you're so interested, then I think it can be discussed."

"One price: fifty billion."

Zheng Qian lit a cigarette, leaned back in his boss chair, and looked at the other party with a smile.

"What!? Fifty billion!?"

Not only Sun Zhifeng, but the two Middle-aged Men he brought with him were also stunned.

What kind of international joke was this? This wine hadn't made a name for itself at all, it hadn't even officially gone on sale, and it had zero influence.

Opening his mouth and asking for fifty billion—Sun Zhifeng felt that Zheng Qian was either brain-damaged or mentally ill.

He couldn't help but laugh out loud, looking at Zheng Qian as if he were looking at an idiot, "Is there something wrong with you, or did I hallucinate just now? Fifty billion? Are you poor and crazy, or were you a beggar in your past life? Do you really think my money isn't money? Damn it, what bad luck. Why did the family let me come to talk to you about the brand acquisition?"

Zheng Qian's expression remained unchanged.

He took a deep drag of his cigarette and pointed to his own head.

"In that case, you might as well use your head to think: I definitely don't intend to sell."

"And let me tell you something: whether it's the Su Family or the Sun Family, the channels you supposedly control are worthless in my eyes."

"Never mind you preparing to compete for entry into the Songshang Club; I could even make your family go bankrupt and reorganize completely."

"Believe it or not?"

Sun Zhifeng laughed even more happily.

He stood up and said coldly, "Young man, I'll remember those words. I had intended to offer a few million as a token, and if I were magnanimous, I would have bought your brand. But since you are so insensible, be careful, or the entire Qianhe Group will be wiped out. Within three months, I will make you come begging to me on your knees."