Chapter Thirty-Four Are you questioning me?

human experiments, there's also the matter of Xiang Wan threatening me. What else could you possibly do Huh" He Hanchuan gripped her collar with both hands and scoffed coldly.He no longer cared about...The people in the room clearly sensed that He Hanchuan was in a bad mood. Ever since Xiangwan left, no one dared to speak again.

On the contrary, he became much more relaxed after the founding of the country, and regained his former grace and tranquility.

He poured wine for several people and chuckled lightly, "Don't let unimportant people spoil the mood, let's keep drinking."

He clinked glasses with a few people and drank it all in one go.

The atmosphere in the private room gradually improved, as if nothing had happened with Heloise's appearance. But the smoke flickered faintly, and He Hanchuan sat in the center of the room, his interest seemingly not very high.

After three rounds of drinks, Xiang Jianguo felt a bit more confident. However, when speaking to He Hanchuan, he remained cautious. "Mr. He, what do you think of the latest project our company has developed"

This new project is finished and the return on investment is very good.

But bad things will always happen. This project is too large, involving too many aspects, both financially and otherwise. It's simply beyond the capacity of a single Xiangshi Group to handle.

"Not bad." The cigarette was almost finished, He Hanchuan flicked the butt into the ashtray.

Hearing this, everyone in the room had their own thoughts, but they all couldn't escape the feeling of envy.

There aren't many projects that could get He Hanchuan to say "good". This time, the Xiang Group has boarded this big ship, and they don't know how much more money they'll make in a year.

Towards Jian Guo was also undeniably happy. To cooperate with the He Group, he was sure to make a fortune from this project.

And once there is a chance for cooperation, there will be a second and third time...

"But the He Group has no intention of cooperating for now, I'm sorry," Jian Guo said, a hint of joy in his eyes. He Hanchuan’s eyes flashed with a hint of gloom as he replied calmly.

Jian Guo's smile froze on his face, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him from head to toe. In desperation, he asked, "Since Mr. He thinks this project is viable, why don't we collaborate"

This project has been in preparation for almost two years. He had been working to secure a partnership with the Ho Group, and Mr. Ho himself had hinted at a cooperation intention before today. How come he suddenly changed his mind

"Are you questioning me" The light shone on He Hanchuan, the collar of his shirt casting a shadow between his collarbones, making his brows and eyes even more stern.

"Mr. He, there seems to be a misunderstanding," Xiang Jianguo tried to appear calm, but couldn't quite recapture his usual composure. "I just wanted to inquire about the reason so I could learn from my mistakes."

"The project has nothing to do with what I proposed to Mr. Xiang, it's just that the He family group recently had some problems with its capital chain." He Hanchuan stood up, "I have something else to do, excuse me."

He spoke politely, but his actions showed no humility whatsoever. After speaking, he ignored everyone's reactions and simply pushed the door open to leave.

As soon as he stood up, several people in the room followed suit. They only sat down again after the door closed. Only Xiang Jianguo remained standing with his wine glass, his face ashen like an overturned inkstone.

The He Group may not claim to be the largest in China, but it is undoubtedly one of the top enterprises. Its management of capital flow is exceptional, making it a must-study case for finance professors at prestigious universities.

Now He Hanchuan is saying there's a problem with the funding chain, obviously just an excuse, and a very superficial one at that.

"No wonder I was rejected when I said I wanted to cooperate with President Xiang before, it turns out he already had an ideal partner in mind." One person laughed, "But unfortunately, this ideal partner doesn't seem very satisfied with President Xiang's project."

"I've also heard from quite a few people lately about the Xiangshi Group's new project. They say the return on investment is very attractive. Logically, Mr. He shouldn't give up such an easy opportunity."

"Maybe He Zong isn't unhappy with the project, but rather dislikes the idea of it being proposed by the daughter of that cleaning lady at the head office."

Several people sneered and mocked.

Jian Guo's face went from green to white, then from white to red, like a painter's palette.

He put down his glass and picked up his briefcase, "There's still some business at the company, I'll be off first."

"Don't be too sad, Xiangzong. It's not your fault. After all, who wants to give birth to a murderer Blame it on your daughter for messing with the wrong people." Those who usually didn't get along with Xiangjianguo gloated over his misfortune.

With a suppressed anger, Xiang Jian Guo smiled and said, "Yang Zong, please don't take offense. Just consider this a lesson from the past. Please keep an eye on your daughter. I hear she's been involved in quite a few scandals with some young actors lately. Who knows how her in-laws will feel about it."

The man's smile vanished from his face instantly.

Seeing this, Jian Guo's heart felt a little lighter, and he opened the door and left.

*

Xiangwan stared blankly at the ground, her heart unable to decipher the mix of emotions she felt.

As a stranger, Ren Xiaoya apologized to him specifically at the Dream Meeting Place because she couldn't help her. Her biological father, however, publicly humiliated her in front of He Hanchuan out of self-interest.

The gap was too obvious, even self-deception couldn't help her.

"Lu Xiaowan." Xiang Jianguo walked up to her, his face ashen, and called out her name.

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He called her Wanwan for twenty years, but now he calls her Xiangwan...

At once, he was relieved. He no longer cared about her as his daughter. What did calling her "Yi Wan" matter

She leaned on her mop, sarcastically saying, “Director Xiang finally deigns to speak with me, this lowly janitor and murderer”

"Speak to me properly, don't be so evasive!" Xiang Jianguo frowned and rebuked.

"What capacity are you addressing me in" Xiang Wan chuckled lightly, a hint of sarcasm in her tone. "Father Or perhaps a distinguished guest of Meng Huixie"

The corridor was bustling with people, many of whom glanced at the two of them and spoke in hushed tones.

Their voices were too soft for Xiang Jianguo to hear, but when two princesses from the Dream Weaver's Mansion brushed past him, he heard their words—

"Isn't that the murderer She's actually Xiang Jianguo's daughter!!!"

"Tsk, Xiang Jianguo donated so much money and stuff abroad. Who knows if it's just for show If he were truly a good person, could he have raised a murderer"

Jian Guo's face turned red, so embarrassed he wished he could disappear into a hole.

He glared at Yua, his voice low. "Come with me."

After he finished speaking, he strode ahead towards the staircase, as if a demon or beast was chasing him from behind.

向晚 looked at his back, unable to tell if she was angry or disappointed.

Even though Ge Hanchuan wasn't there, her once loving father wouldn't want to stand beside her in public... he'd be ashamed.

She pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, then put down the cleaning tools and walked towards the stairwell.

"I ask you, Yu, is the injury on your head because of you!" Xiang Jianguo pointed at her, his voice low and menacing.

"Yes." Xiang Wan looked at him, not knowing what she was still hoping for, "I didn't want to hit a car and commit suicide. My brother drove into the car..." went on.

Slap!

Her words were cut short by a loud slap.

Towards the Evening covered her burning right cheek, staring straight at Xiang Jianguo. First disbelief, then indifference, finally only bitterness and disappointment remained.

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