You Make Money, I'll Spend It: Stepmother's Ultimate Pleasure in the Aristocratic Family Chapter 176: Big Brother, this is so awesome

As Peng Lairui left, the noise in the reception room grew louder.

So people, realizing that the chances of renewing the contract with Lairui were slim, changed their approach and tried to please Wanchuan by approaching him:

"General Manager Wan, the amount of goods allocated to our company by TK has always been minimal. Can you consider distributing a bit more to us? Your company can't possibly consu such a large quantity alone, right?"

Soone used flattering words to probe:

"General Manager Wan, is your company making a full-fledged entry into the high-end flower sales market?"

Wanchuan either smiled or nodded, giving perfunctory responses.

Then, under the gaze of everyone, he walked towards Sheng Mumu.

"General Manager Sheng, I apologize for the inconvenience."

Sheng Mumu raised her eyes and saw Wanchuan approaching her with a fake smile.

Before she could speak, she heard Wanchuan say, "Although you won't be able to get TK's goods in the future, there are plenty of roses in the rose garden. If we can't cooperate with TK, we can find other options."

"General Manager Sheng, you won't be angry because of today's matter, right?"

Sheng Mumu remained calm inside, and she even felt like laughing.

It was Cheng Zhuo who beca impatient and stepped forward, blocking Sheng Mumu with half of his body.

Being half a head taller than Wanchuan, he asked with a restrained yet arrogant tone, "General Manager Wan, is it too early to celebrate with champagne?"

Wanchuan was taken aback, not understanding Cheng Zhuo's aning. "What do you an?"

Just then, the door to the reception room was pushed open.

Peng Lairui hurriedly walked in, wearing an expression that seed like he had turned into a different person compared to when he left.

Peng Lairui quickly locked eyes with Wanchuan and pulled him aside.

Lowering his voice, he said, "General Manager Wan, there have been so changes to what we discussed earlier. We can't sign an exclusive contract with you anymore."

"What?" Wanchuan showed an expression of disbelief.

Without an exclusive contract, all the accompanying promotional plans and press releases would be invalidated, resulting in huge losses.

Feeling guilty, Peng Lairui tried to appease him by patting his arm and whispered, "Although there won't be an exclusive contract, we will definitely continue to supply you with TK's goods..."

"We had everything agreed upon, didn't we?" Wanchuan shook off Peng Lairui's arm, expressing his dissatisfaction.

By now, the surrounding people had vaguely sensed that sothing was amiss.

Although they couldn't hear their conversation, they could tell from their actions and expressions that there must be sothing fishy between the two.

It was very likely to involve money.

Peng Lairui recalled the content of his recent phone call with Anthony from TK and felt a cold sweat on his back.

He had expected it to be news about securing the rights to distribute in Japan and South Korea.

But unexpectedly, not only were the rights for Japan and South Korea hopeless, but the existing distribution rights were also hanging by a thread.

In that phone call, Anthony asked him why he had changed the supply contract into an exclusive one.

Hearing this, he was startled.

Could it be that the matter of him accepting bribes in secret had been exposed?

But that shouldn't be possible.

After the call was abruptly ended by the other party, he tried to call back to explain, but there was no answer.

While he hadn't yet signed a contract with Wanchuan, Peng Lairui only wanted to redy the situation promptly.

He left Wanchuan aside and glanced at the others present in the room.

With a greasy smile on his face, he raised his voice and announced,

"Ladies and gentlen, Lairui and everyone's supply contract remains the sa as last year. We're renewing it!"

As his words fell, a wave of commotion erupted in the reception room.

So were puzzled, while others were pleasantly surprised.

Before the commotion could settle down,

a steady and imposing voice ca closer from a distance.

"What you said doesn't count—"

Following the sound, everyone turned their heads and saw a handso man with brownish hair entering the reception room.

He was wearing a light cal-colored trench coat, finely tailored with a sharp and sturdy silhouette that highlighted his extraordinary temperant.

His tall and upright figure exuded a powerful aura of confidence.

Soone recognized him and whispered in awe,

"Isn't that Cheng Zhuo from Fangcheng Group? What is he doing here?"

Another person chid in, "Fangcheng Group? The renowned company on Wall Street?"

"Yes, I've seen his interviews before, and he looks even more handso and taller in person."

Sheng Mumu's eyes widened in astonishnt.

A... Big shot?

No, not quite.

"Big brother?"

Cheng Zhuo raised an eyebrow at Sheng Mumu and smiled,

"Sis, you're right, he's our big brother. Handso, isn't he?"

While the siblings exchanged whispers, Cheng Xin's gaze shifted towards them.

He slightly furrowed his brows, his expression softened for a mont.

Then he looked away, returning to his cold and aloof deanor.

It seed like a greeting was exchanged, yet it also seed like it wasn't.

Peng Lairui's eyes darted around, feeling uneasy.

Oh no.

Fangcheng Group had significant influence abroad, and even he had heard about TK's recent attempts to collaborate with them.

Why did Cheng Zhuo from Fangcheng Group suddenly appear here and say what he just said?

What could be the reason?

Before he could ponder further, Peng Lairui approached obsequiously, extending his hand,

"Mr. Cheng, nice to et you. I am—"

Cheng Xin furrowed his brows, his gaze coldly swept over Peng Lairui as he approached.

It was clear displeasure.

With just a single glance, the blonde foreign assistant by his side imdiately understood and stepped forward, blocking Peng Lairui's hand that was about to reach out, and said,

"Sorry, Mr. Cheng is a germophobe and doesn't shake hands with strangers."

"Uh... Ah..." Peng Lairui's outstretched hand awkwardly hung in the air, slowly retracting with a smile, "No problem, no problem..."

As the crowd gradually recovered from their shock,

they began whispering to each other in small groups.

"What did Mr. Cheng an by his earlier words? What does he an by 'what Peng said doesn't count'?"

"Is he referring to our contract renewal with TK?"

"It can't be, we can't lose the contract again, right?"

The most puzzled ones were Peng Lairui and Wanchuan.

Wanchuan watched Cheng Xin vigilantly, feeling that the failure of their exclusive contract was definitely related to Cheng Xin suddenly appearing.

Peng Lairui forced a smile and asked Cheng Xin,

"Mr. Cheng, what did you an by your earlier words? I didn't quite understand."

At the ntion, Cheng Xin narrowed his long, impatient eyes.

He didn't speak, but lifted his arm slightly and casually adjusted his trench coat collar.

The blonde assistant spoke on his behalf,

"It ans that TK's dostic agency rights will no longer have anything to do with you, Lairui. Can you understand it if I put it this way?"

As the words fell, the whole room trembled.

The discussions grew louder.

Almost everyone was puzzled as to why Cheng Xin could replace TK in making decisions.

What's even more strange is that Cheng Xin suddenly appeared just to discuss this?

This doesn't make sense at all.

Among the crowd, Sheng Mumu stood out from the rest.

Her focus was different from others.

Her clear eyes emitted an admiring light.

Wow.

Big Brother has mastered the art of being a tyrant CEO to perfection.

There's soone speaking on his behalf even when it cos to talking.

He's so impressive.

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Spending ti with Qi Mo has changed Sheng Mumu's stereotypical impression of a "tyrant CEO."

She always thought that soone like Qi Mo, calm and distant but gentle and polite, is how a CEO should be.

The ones portrayed in TV dramas were all fake.

But now, seeing Big Brother Cheng Xin,

That idea has been overturned.

There really are CEOs like that!

Every gesture and movent exudes disdain and a domineering arrogance of "What can you do to ?"

A bit... cool.

"Oh no, oh no—"

A voice suddenly ca from outside the reception room.