"I only show my good side to people I like. As for annoying pests like Lan Li, the more he hates something or someone, the more I will do it. Why should I let him disgust me and not disgust him back?"
Having reached this point in the conversation, He Zhilan stopped hesitating and said, "You can now clear your inventory and start looking for the next factory to collaborate with. I suggest you choose a domestic one this time. First, domestic prices are lower, so your profit margin will be larger. Second, if you choose a domestic factory, it will become dependent on your company, rather than you chasing after their interests. Third, when Shang Cunshu’s R Country brand encounters problems, I guess there will be a long period of time where people will prefer domestic products. They will feel it’s safer when it’s from the same country. When the time comes, you may take some appropriate measures – it might be an opportunity. Isn’t there a saying, ’Every crisis is an opportunity.’"
"This is very uplifting, and after hearing what you said, I’m even more excited for that day to come!" Lin Chan nodded. At this moment, he was a little gloating. "I really want to know which idiot is going to continue the performance that I refused."
He Zhilan shrugged, she didn’t know who that would be. As long as it wasn’t Lin Chan, that was good enough.
After lunch, He Zhilan cleaned up the dishes and Lin Chan took her back to the hospital. Lin Chan, who was going to be quite busy in the following days, left hurriedly in his car after reassuring He Zhilan that she could call him anytime if she needed anything.
Bian Muhe inquired about Lin Chan’s decision, and after learning that Lin Chan had decided to abandon this collaboration, he returned to his office without worries. Meanwhile, Bian Xiulin, stayed in the hospital room, endlessly praising He Zhilan’s cooking in front of He Teng, describing the dishes she had cooked at noon, much to He Teng’s chagrin.
Caught by He Teng’s desperate stare, He Zhilan didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Bian Xiulin was obviously doing this intentionally. Knowing He Teng couldn’t eat but desperately wanted a meal, she continued to describe the food in detail.
"Brother, when you can eat these things, I will cook them for you. However, it surely won’t be as exaggerated as Bian Xiulin said, comparing it to a top-notch hotel chef." He Zhilan said this while hinting to Bian Xiulin with her eyes to stop talking. Only then did Bian Xiulin finally close her mouth, smirking.
He Teng knew well that Bian Xiulin was doing this on purpose. Yet, he was so desperate that even a bowl of rice in front of him would make him drool. The food described by Bian Xiulin was far more attractive.
When He Teng heard what He Zhilan said, he responded with a low "hmm", and looked at He Zhilan. His face almost seemed to be written with seven huge characters, "Don’t go back on your words."
"If I can’t talk about delicious food, I can at least talk about something else, right?" Bian Xiulin bored, decided to stay in the ward and made He Zhilan sit on the bed. She took the only chair in the room and looked at He Zhilan with a grin. "Zhilan, it’s a waste that you’re not studying business. Your words at noon even got me astonished. If you studied business or management, once you graduate, I bet you could be a great help to Lin Chan. You could definitely be his right-hand man!"