Manipulative Harem God

Chapter 395 Big Brother Dominance continues! Beauty opens the legs! (2)

?Zhang Wei responded nonchalantly, “Powergen Cooperation.”

The name hit Mei Ren like a thunderbolt. Powergen Cooperation?

The very mention of it made her mind reel. Everyone in the energy sector knew of Powergen Cooperation.

It was the only company with the license to operate nuclear energy – a titan in the industry.

For a moment, she stood there, frozen, as the gravity of Zhang Wei’s involvement sank in. This wasn’t just any business deal; it was a potential game-changer for her company.

Regaining her composure, Mei Ren managed to say, “That’s… quite a coincidence. Please, come in. We should discuss this further.”

As Zhang Wei stepped into her suite, Mei Ren couldn’t help but feel that the dynamics of their interaction had shifted.

No longer was he just an intriguing stranger; he was now a key player in a potential business collaboration that could define the future of her company.

The door closed behind them, marking the beginning of a conversation that could alter the course of both their paths.

In just fifteen minutes, a groundbreaking deal was concluded in Mei Ren’s suite. Powergen Cooperation agreed to allow Star Energy Incorporation to use some of their patented thermal energy technology and knowledge transfer at an industry-standard price.

For Mei Ren, this was more than just a business transaction; it was a major breakthrough. A partnership with a company as influential as Powergen Cooperation was unprecedented for her firm.

As she received the email with the contract, Mei Ren’s hands trembled visibly. She tried to maintain her composure, but her emotions were evident. Underneath the table, her legs shook slightly, a physical manifestation of the excitement and nervousness swirling within her.

“Thank you, Mr. Zhang,” she managed to say, her voice betraying a hint of awe. “This… this partnership could change everything for us.”

Zhang Wei nodded, his expression remaining calm but with a hint of satisfaction. “I’m glad we could come to an agreement. Powergen sees great potential in Star Energy, and we’re always looking for innovative partners.”

Mei Ren leaned back in her chair, her mind racing. ‘This is more than I could have hoped for. How did this turn around so quickly? From a chance encounter to a potentially industry-shifting deal…’

Zhang Wei observed her reaction, his gaze thoughtful. ‘She’s capable, no doubt. Seems like Leng Mei won’t be loosing from this deal…’

Breaking the brief silence, Mei Ren asked, “If I may inquire, Mr. Zhang, what prompted Powergen to consider us for this partnership?”

Zhang Wei considered her question for a moment before replying, “Your company’s commitment to innovation and sustainable practices caught our attention. In this industry, forward-thinking is key, and Star Energy has shown that quality in spades.”

Mei Ren’s heart swelled with pride at his words. This was a validation of her and her team’s hard work and vision. “We won’t disappoint,” she promised, a new determination in her voice.

Zhang Wei stood up, signaling the end of their meeting. “I have no doubt,” he said, extending his hand for a handshake.

As their hands met, Mei Ren felt a surge of gratitude and respect towards Zhang Wei. This deal was more than a business success; it was a turning point, a stepping stone towards a future she was now eager to navigate.

After finalizing the deal, Mei Ren noticed something that slightly altered the mood. As they shook hands, she caught a fleeting, ambiguous gaze from Zhang Wei that briefly lingered on her chest.

It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but she noticed it. A mix of emotions flitted through her – surprise, a hint of indignation, but also a strange, unspoken acknowledgment of the chemistry between them.

Biting her lip, Mei Ren decided to shift the dynamic. “Let’s toast to our new partnership,” she suggested, her tone light yet carrying an undercurrent of something more.

She stood up gracefully, moving to the small bar in the suite to retrieve a bottle of wine and two glasses. 𝙡𝓲𝙗𝒓𝙚𝓪𝙙.𝒄𝒐𝙢

As she poured the wine, her movements were deliberate, a silent dance of celebration and unspoken possibilities.

Handing Zhang Wei his glass, she raised hers. “To new beginnings and prosperous collaborations,” she toasted, her eyes meeting his. “And remember, Mr. Zhang, if you encounter any trouble in Beicheng, feel free to reach out to me.” She took his phone and saved her number in it, a bold move that marked a departure from her usual professional demeanor.

Zhang Wei’s smile broadened. “Speaking of trouble, there is something…” he began, a hint of playfulness in his tone. “A certain son of a councilman has been disrupting my stay here.”

Mei Ren’s heart skipped a beat, her face contorting with nervousness. She took a sip of her wine to steady herself before asking, “May I know his name?”

Zhang Wei’s eyes met hers squarely. “Fan Jun.”

The name struck Mei Ren like a thunderbolt. Internally, she cursed Fan Jun, wondering how his reckless actions might jeopardize their carefully constructed plans. “I… I apologize for my fiancé’s behavior,” she said quickly, her voice tinged with frustration. “Please, let me make amends.”

In that moment, Mei Ren realized the delicate balance she was maintaining.

Fan Jun’s political support was crucial, but so was her company’s financial backing for the upcoming election. She couldn’t afford to let Fan Jun’s indiscretions unravel everything they had worked for.

Zhang Wei with a sly grin proposed, “Let’s consider this an opportunity to strengthen our ties, rather than a setback,” he suggested, raising his glass once more.

Mei Ren nodded, a determined glint in her eyes. “Absolutely,” she agreed, clinking her glass with his, for now going with the flow.

Her mind raced as she clinked glasses with Zhang Wei. The realization hit her like a wave: this meeting, the contract, the mention of Fan Jun – none of it was coincidence.

Zhang Wei had orchestrated this encounter with precision, playing a game several moves ahead. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, not just of apprehension, but also of admiration for his cunning.

As they sipped their wine, Mei Ren weighed her options. She was treading on a tightrope, balancing the needs of her company with the political machinations of her engagement to Fan Jun. Zhang Wei’s sudden involvement added a new, unpredictable element to the equation.

“I must admit, Mr. Zhang, your timing is impeccable,” Mei Ren said, her voice steady but her mind churning. “It seems you’re well aware of the… my situation.”

Zhang Wei’s grin widened slightly, revealing nothing yet hinting at much. “In business, timing is often the key to success,” he replied mysteriously. “And in forging new alliances, understanding one’s partners is crucial.”

Mei Ren nodded in agreement, her expression a mask of professional interest. However, her brows knitted in a mix of surprise and concern when Zhang Wei unexpectedly stood up and strode towards her.

The air seemed to thicken with tension as he casually draped an arm around her waist.

Mei Ren’s posture stiffened, a subtle but unmistakable sign of her discomfort.

“Mr. Zhang?” Her voice, tinged with a hint of nervousness, barely rose above a whisper.

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