With such a star-studded beginning, the Yang Family’s business was basically destined to start on a high note. Every entrepreneur would undoubtedly want to hold on to the Yang Family, a powerful and reliable partner, rather than choosing Zhao’s, which appeared to be teetering on the brink of collapse at any moment.
It was a case of everyone pushing a falling wall. As most of the crowd rushed in one direction, choosing a path different from the others’, even going in the completely opposite direction, and making a decision not to follow the crowd, was not an easy task.
Now, Luca was stumped by this difficult choice between two options.
Because Zhuang Haoran unexpectedly had to deal with some issues and was not in Brazil, Luca had to make some decisions on his own.
At that moment, Gu Nuan arrived at his plantation with her assistant, riding in a car.
The cats and dogs Luca kept all ran to the big iron gate at the entrance of the plantation, peering curiously through the bars at this Eastern woman they had never seen before.
Woof woof, meow meow.
Hearing the calls of the cats and dogs, Gu Nuan quickly thought of the Great White at home.
Luca did not know she was coming, and only when he heard his pets making noise did he realize he had a visitor. Running out to see who it was, he was naturally taken aback and exclaimed in English, "Oh, my God." The source of thɪs content is 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝗇𝖾𝗍
Zhong Qiaohui followed behind, watching this blond, blue-eyed man grabbing his hair and feeling as if she were watching a madman.
However, foreigners often exhibit exaggerated behaviors, so there really wasn’t anything as surprising as it seemed.
Quickly regaining control of his emotions, Luca greeted the two ladies with a handsome and sunny cowboy smile as he opened the gate for them, saying in perfect Mandarin, "Welcome to the coffee plantation that Haoran and I have established and carefully cultivated."
"You speak Chinese?" Zhong Qiaohui smiled and took up the conversation with curiosity, "Have you lived in China?"
"No. I learned Chinese from Haoran. And he’s right; our next biggest market is definitely in China, so why wouldn’t I learn Chinese?"
Just two sentences were enough for Gu Nuan and Zhong Qiaohui to realize that the man before them, despite his sunny and bright appearance, was at his core a businessman who highly valued profit. In other words, a businessman who wasn’t too emotional in his dealings.
Gu Nuan couldn’t help but think of Zhuang Haoran. She had heard from her teacher that Zhuang Haoran, a young self-made man, had managed to achieve such success. Though he had some support from his family, it wasn’t something the average second- or third-generation affluent youth could accomplish on their own.
Running a business, Gu Nuan was well aware, was not about kindness. The primary goal of a company was to survive, just as a person needs to eat to live. At that point, talking about compassion, sympathy, or even self-respect was meaningless.
For a bite to eat, an entrepreneur could do the complete opposite of a beggar; kneeling down was acceptable, and so was taking handouts. That’s why people abroad say entrepreneurs are great.
Coldness, absolute rationality, was an essential element that had to run in the veins of any businessperson for survival.
"Come in," said Luca to the two of them, with a welcoming smile, seemingly not at all opposed to their presence.
Zhong Qiaohui felt hopeful.
Gu Nuan’s expression remained calm.
The two walked into Luca’s plantation. Luca said that he and Zhuang Haoran had built the plantation together. So, as they walked through the usual living quarters on the plantation, it seemed that Zhuang Haoran’s distinctive Eastern style could be seen everywhere.