Through a night of busy work, Zhan Beijue discovered that the bid itself was fine; the problem lay with Jiang Nanfang.
Jiang Nanfang could certainly produce a bid that was so conventional and left ample room for profit.
Furthermore, she knew that such a bid would never defeat the Zhan Corporation. Thus, she decided to take an unconventional approach, aiming for surprise.
The points that would surely attract the attention of the bidding project team were twofold:
Shortening the construction period and reducing profits to the industry's lowest.
Whether she chose one option or both, it would be a huge shock and challenge for the Zhan Corporation, which had been accustomed to smooth sailing and had been unchallenged for years.
In recent years, the Zhan Corporation had been immensely influential in Nancheng, and by extension, Grei Electric had also become very famous.
Many people from small companies, believing themselves no match for him, lacked even the courage to give it their best shot.
Without strong competitors, although the Zhan Corporation had developed smoothly, it had also lost the motivation for continuous improvement.
Therefore, despite good profits in recent years, its technology had remained stagnant.
Realizing this, Zhan Beijue was not angry; on the contrary, he quite admired Jiang Nanfang's competitive spirit.
Having her as an opponent was troublesome, but fortunately, she had reignited the drive within the industry.
For the long-term development of enterprises, this was a good thing.
Zhan Beijue decided to lead by example.
Only by making this bid exceptionally perfect and achieving great success could he then convey his views on the long-term development of the company to everyone.
While he was meticulously planning for the Zhan Corporation's future in his office, his wife, at home, was also meticulously planning for his future.
That vixen was quite capable.
First, she confronted him directly, and now she had managed to get their son back.
He wasn't even coming home for the New Year. If this continued, what would happen?
Those who knew would understand that he was magnanimous and considerate, showing leniency towards her.
Those who didn't would think that Zhou Wanjun was truly old and frail, allowing herself to be bullied by her!
Madam Zhan felt that she needed to show her resolve and that it was time to let this vixen taste her power.
It would be best to teach her a lesson during the New Year.
If she didn't act, she would act decisively, making this woman disappear from his world forever!
After a night of plotting, the next day, as Jiang Nanfang emerged from the second round of bid screening, she was ambushed in the parking lot.
In the Nancheng parking lot at the end of the year, a chilling wind blew.
Jiang Nanfang, alone, clutched her coat tighter as she walked to her car, only to have two cold knives pressed against her neck.
Behind her, two men of medium build stood on either side.
Wearing masks and sunglasses, their faces were obscured, each holding a knife and staring intently at her.
"Don't speak. Someone has paid to have you killed. If you don't want to die here and now, follow us obediently."
"..."
Jiang Nanfang tilted her head slightly to the left, observing. The knives were real, at least thirty centimeters long.
Who hated her this much?
From so far away, at the entrance of another company's building, they had found her so precisely?
"Are you two gentlemen looking for a fortune?"
"Who wants to buy my life? How much did she give you? As long as you don't make a move, we can talk."
It wasn't the first time these two had done something like this, but it was the first time they had encountered a woman as calm as her.
Facing two knives, she didn't resist or scream, but instead tried to negotiate, offering money for her life. She must be wealthy.
Moreover, she was quite beautiful.
The two men lowered their heads, sized her up, and exchanged a glance.
They could take money from their employer, then extort some from her before she died, and perhaps even... this was quite good.
"You're quite bold. How much can you give us? Take out your cards."
Jiang Nanfang was not a delicate flower; she had learned some martial arts. Faced with two men who didn't seem like martial artists, she could still struggle a bit.
The premise was that she had to be able to move and that her life wouldn't be in danger.
So, the immediate priority was to get them to remove the knives from her neck.
"My cards are in my bag, and my bag is in the car. I can give you all the money I have, as long as you let me go."
She reached for her pocket and took out her car keys. "Do you want to take the cards yourselves, or should I help you?"
In her anticipated scenario, even if they didn't let her get the cards from the car herself, at least one of them would leave her to open the car door.
This would give her an opportunity to deal with the one left behind.
However, these two unassuming men were quite cunning.
"Give us the car keys and tell us the password. We'll come back for the cards later."
"Don't think about playing any tricks. Now, you, behave yourself and get into that car with us!"
As the words fell, a minivan parked in the corner across from them suddenly had its door slide open.
Jiang Nanfang then realized they had accomplices.
And not just one; there were four or five men crammed into the minivan!
No wonder they dared to choose a parking garage full of surveillance cameras to make their move – they were a large, organized group.
With that, the two men tightened their grip, and Jiang Nanfang clearly felt her skin being cut.
She really shouldn't have returned to Nancheng.
She had been plagued by bad luck all year.
She had suffered injuries and bled from time to time. Now, with the New Year approaching, she had to encounter such scum.
It seemed she was truly incompatible with Nancheng; if she didn't leave soon, she would surely meet her end here.
Jiang Nanfang wasn't afraid of dying here.
What she feared was dying while her enemies lived on.
Although she missed her children dearly and felt she had failed them, and wished to end everything quickly to be with them,
How could she be content when her enemies were still living well?
Due to the excessive misfortunes she had experienced, she no longer feared death.
Her heart was like dead ashes, which made her appear calm.
Regardless of how many people were against her, she would not let them succeed easily.
She would find an opportunity to escape sooner or later.
Once she escaped and found out who wanted to harm her, she swore she wouldn't rest until they paid dearly!
So, after the two men shouted, she, with a blank expression, resignedly started to follow them into the car.
However, just as she took two steps, a familiar and clear voice suddenly rang out from behind her.
"Stop, let her go!"
Everyone instinctively turned to look back.
Then Jiang Nanfang saw Zhan Beijue, dressed in a black overcoat, tall and elegant, handsome and imposing, surveying the scene with the air of a king.
Even in the dim light of the parking lot, he seemed to radiate light.
Accompanying this command, his figure appeared even taller against the backlight.
"Let her go. If you just want money, tell me how much you want, and I'll pay for her and let her come over."
"I heard and saw everything you just said. If you don't want to escalate things, take the money and leave now, and be content with what you get."
"Otherwise, you leave, and I'll report it immediately. Within half an hour, you'll be caught. You'll lose both money and freedom, which is not worth it."
"..."
Everyone looked at him, then at Jiang Nanfang.
The man on the left spoke up, "Who is this person to you? Is she willing to spend any amount of money for her, even five million?"