"Principal Zhou, I am Zhou Ping'an. Haha, we are also considered our own family!"

Zhou Shuo looked at the person who stopped him at the school gate. His short and fat figure, half-bald head and yellow teeth were his first impression. It really made people feel like they didn't have much favor.

He took a step back, kept a little distance from the man, nodded and said, "What are you doing? What's the matter with me?"

Zhou Ping'an took out a wrinkled business card from his pocket and smiled flatteringly: "I am the manager of Ping'an Clothing Factory under Fulin Group. I heard that our Vocational High School wants to change our school uniforms, and we are considered old customers. I hope Principal Zhou will continue to take care of us!"

Zhou Shuo looked at him vigilantly and tentatively said: "The school uniform of Yi Vocational High School is now supplied by your Ping'an Clothing Factory?"

Zhou Ping'an cracked a mouthful of yellow teeth and laughed: "That's right, it's the product of our Ping'an Clothing Factory. You see, we are considered old-fashioned, aren't it much more reliable than other factories in society?"

Zhou Shuo's face changed and he shook his head coldly, "I'm sorry, I'm not going to purchase this batch of school uniforms from your factory. You still want to continue selling them to me with the quality of your school uniforms? I'm a fool!"

"Hey, Principal Zhou, you misunderstood!" Zhou Ping'an said anxiously: "I know that you have personally purchased the first vocational high school now, right? I will give you the lowest price for this batch of school uniforms. What do you think? Then you can add one and sell it to students and make a lot of money!"

Zhou Ping'an had not done his homework before coming. He went to the Education Bureau first to find an old relationship with the Education Bureau, but it seemed that he was playing stocks there. He made a lot of money recently, so he looked down on his small money. In addition, he heard that a vocational high school had been acquired by an individual, so the leaders in the relationship line were not convenient for him to force him to submit directly by administrative orders, so he rushed over in person.

Zhou Shuo walked around him in disgust and said as he walked: "No need to say anything about Manager Zhou. The school uniforms of the 1VH will not be handed over to the clothing factory for producing inferior products."

"Hey, Principal Zhou, you can talk about any requests, wait, wait--"

Zhou Ping'an looked at Zhou Shuo who was walking further and further away, spat fiercely and hummed, "Bah! Why are you pretending to be a pure little virgin? Who is cleaner in this business field?"

He looked around carefully, and saw that no one noticed him, and he turned his eyes and ran to the school.

Liang Jinghui was sorting out the technical documents of the keyboard factory production equipment in the office of the electrical repair teaching group. Seeing Zhou Ping'an protruding his head outside the door, he asked curiously: "Manager Zhou, why are you here?"

"Teacher Liang, am I here to talk to you about the past?" Zhou Ping'an saw that there was no one else in the teaching group office, so he walked in openly.

"Look for me?" Liang Jinghui was stunned and asked, "Did my nephew cause you any trouble? He should beat and scold you, just do whatever he wants, don't care about me!"

Zhou Ping'an cursed in his heart, "You are just a teaching and research team leader, who cares about your nephew?" However, after the cleanup of food poisoning cases, the only person he knows from top to bottom is Liang Jinghui. If he doesn't look for him, he can't find anyone else."

His face quickly filled with a professional smile and said kindly: "What did Teacher Liang say? Young man Liang Xin is a good man. He works hard and diligently. I can't do without a good employee like him!"

Liang Jinghui brought him a chair and asked him to sit down. He asked in confusion: "What's wrong with Manager Zhou coming this time?"

"That's the case..." Zhou Ping'an opened his mouth, stuttered, and his mind changed a few moments in his stomach, and quickly changed his words and said, "Is school going to start soon? Yi Qi Gao is also an old customer of our Ping'an Clothing Factory. I just come here to visit and contact us."

"Oh, this is a coincidence." Liang Jinghui smiled and said, "Our old principal, vice principal and logistics chief are all squatting in the public security bureau, but there are not many acquaintances left."

"Hi, it depends on what you said." Zhou Ping'an took out a cigarette from his bag and patted it on Liang Jinghui's desk, and said with a smile: "Isn't there any Teacher Liang there? I also have a deep affection for the first vocational high school. Whether it is the change from above or not, I will definitely serve the school well! Of course, if Teacher Liang can help me and the new principal, that would be the best!"

Liang Jinghui took the cigarette into his drawer, and his smile became a lot more serious. Although he did not agree to build a bridge for him immediately, he was patient and talked about Zhou Ping'an everywhere. After all, it is difficult to find a job now and he is quick to lose money. His nephew still has to work under other people's hands, so he always has to give him some face.

While chatting with Liang Jinghui, Zhou Ping'an's eyes were circling. Liang Jinghui's teaching skills were sufficient, but he was not as familiar with businessmen like Zhou Ping'an. During the conversation, he was unknowingly guided by the topic and talked about Zhou Shuo.

Liang Jinghui didn't know that he was so moved by Xiaojiu? He was also very impressed by Zhou Shuo's ability. He pointed to the technical documents on the table and boasted for him: "Did you see, this is an injection molding machine, this is a blow molding machine, and there is also a equipment technical document for spraying production lines here! These are all new equipment from our school-run factory! Our new Principal Zhou, the ability is nothing to say. These equipment are all used for high-tech keyboards produced and exported to the United States. Do you know the keyboard? They are equipment on computers! The patent of this keyboard was invented by Principal Zhou himself. Why are the gap between people so big? Before the things were produced, an American company came to order the order..."

Zhou Ping'an felt aroused when he heard the word "exit". He quickly looked at the documents on the table carefully and tried to remember the information on the equipment in his mind.

He was afraid that if he inquired too deeply, it would arouse Liang Jinghui's suspicion. After talking to him for a few casual words, he pulled the topic away. However, if something happened in his heart, it was like a kitten scratching, and he was very itchy. So he used the excuse that it was getting late, and hurriedly ended the conversation and ran out of the first vocational high school.

He ran outside to find a public telephone, quickly took out paper and pen from his bag, and wrote down the model of equipment he had just seen. He then flipped out a phone number on the notebook, raised the phone and called.

"Hey, Mr. Zhou? I am your Uncle Ping'an, right, hehe, are you free? Uncle has good news here to tell you... OK, then we will meet at the place where we drank coffee last time. OK, I'll go here!"

Zhou Ping'an stopped a taxi on the street, rushed to the only cafe in Xiucheng with smoke, and resisted his heartache and asked for two of the most expensive cups of coffee.

After waiting for more than half an hour, a fat man with greasy head and pink face came in at the entrance of the cafe. He looked about in his early twenties, wearing a white half-sleeved T-shirt on his upper body, a large gold chain on his chest, a straight white trousers on his lower body, and a pair of colorful flip-flops on his feet, dressing up strangely indescribable.

Zhou Ping'an, who had been staring at the door, quickly raised his hand and shouted: "Mr. Zhou, here!"

This man named Zhou Shao is Zhou Fulin, the son of Zhou Xinxin, chairman of Fulin Group. He slowly moved to Zhou Ping'an's locker and sat down. A waiter quickly brought two cups of coffee and a plate of snacks on the table. Zhou Fulin crossed his legs and picked up the coffee cup and drank it all in one gulp.

"Gu~~(╯﹏╰)b, what's the matter with Uncle Ping'an?" He hiccupped and said lazily.

Zhou Ping'an waved and asked the waiter to quickly add another cup of coffee. He said with concern: "Young Master Zhou is not young anymore. Haven't you ever thought about doing something by yourself?"

Zhou Fulin grabbed the fries on the table and said while eating: "Why don't you think about it, but my dad just doesn't give me a chance. What can I do?"

"Hey, that's not that the chairman is worried about you. He is your father. Sooner or later, he will hand over the career to you!"

Zhou Fulin said disgustedly: "Yes, so I'll wait. When I'm forty or fifty years old, I'll take over his shift."

Zhou Ping'an advised: "No, it's not necessary. In fact, the chairman is just worried that you will suffer a grievance when you lose money in your business. If there is a good project for you to practice, it will definitely be a good thing to increase your experience!"

Zhou Fulin looked up at him and said in a daze: "Why, Uncle Ping'an has a good project? You know, Fulin Group is negotiating investment with the municipal government recently. It is not a very good opportunity. My dad may not attack everywhere."

Zhou Ping'an naturally knew about Zhou Xinxin’s negotiations with the city government. Although his Ping'an clothing factory was only affiliated with Fulin Group, he always had to keep an eye on things within the family. Fulin Group’s main business is light industry, textiles, and plastic products, and its main trading method is also export. For projects that can earn US dollars, the more the better.

He nodded and whispered: "I did hear about a project here that can not only be exported to the United States, but also high-tech products. I heard that opposite is a very famous high-tech company in the United States, called Microsoft. It produces a keyboard. Before the things are produced, the company has already negotiated to order. Do you think this project is appropriate?"

Zhou Fulin said in surprise: "Will Americans want our electronic products? You are not cheated by others, right? Their technology is so advanced that we Chinese only sell light industrial products such as shirts and toys to be sold."

"No!" Zhou Ping'an waved his hand and said, "It is said that there is any patent for this keyboard. It is illegal for others to produce it. You know, Americans pay more attention to doing business, so they are definitely unwilling to do it too much trouble!"

Zhou Fulin said with interest: "So, as long as you get this patent, Americans must buy our products?"

Zhou Ping'an nodded and said, "No, no matter how long Americans have, they can't reach us in China. No matter who produces it, they only look at whose patents are in. Embroidering this city is acre of three-point land, unlike Americans, we are a local snake."
Chapter completed!