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Chapter 12 Bonfire(2/2)

"Mr. Guo left his companions in the village whose life or death was uncertain. He was only thinking about the gold mine. This is like refusing to save anyone on the battlefield. He is unlikely to be a trustworthy partner. But Mr. Cao can

I'm so sorry for inexplicably trusting you."

Guo Jian's face turned red and he was squeezing his neck, wanting to tell the stubborn Felician that business is business, not a battlefield!

Yang Deshan wanted to say more, but the old chief had already made a serious face, folded his hands in front of his chest, and pretended that he would no longer listen to their excuses and asked them to leave.

"This barbecue sauce is really good to eat," Cao Mo looked at Yang Deshan with a "sincerity" look on his face and made a reasonable suggestion, saying, "Mr. Felician trusts me so much, and I will not betray his trust."

.There should be room for further exploration and development of the gold mine in the upper reaches of the Lukaku River. The funds I can spend in the early stage cannot buy a few pieces of equipment. It will be difficult to help Mr. Felician increase the amount of gold mining in a short time.

Get up. Otherwise, Mr. Yang and Manager Guo, if you really want to get involved, you can allocate ten to eight acres of land from the mining area for development. In addition to Mr. Felician's dividend, I will charge a small management fee...

"

Guo Jian's eyelids couldn't help but twitch when he saw that Cao Mo, who had not yet settled down, turned his back on the guests and sat up to enjoy the fruits of his labor. The idea of ​​skinning them as a subcontractor came to Guo Jian's eyes.

Is there such a cheap thing?

After Song Yuqing arrived at Yibo Ancient Village, she didn't say much, and there was no chance for her to interrupt. But at this moment, she became worried again, worried that Yang Deshan and Guo Jian couldn't bear their anger, and the two sides would directly conflict with each other, causing a big fuss.

"We are really presumptuous today. Since Mr. Felician has made up his mind, we won't bother you any more,"

Seeing that things had not improved, Yang Deshan didn't know why the old chief Felician had such a stubborn temper, but he could still afford it. Seeing that he could not change the old chief Felician's mind, Yang Deshan stood up and said goodbye.

Then he said to Cao Mo again,

"Since you've taken vacation, the branch office can't slack off on the matters in Draculamore, so we'll go back first."

He left so calmly, without even a harsh word, and even tacitly allowed Cao Mo to continue doing private work while retaining his position in the West Africa branch?

Guo Jian looked at Yang Deshan in surprise.

Song Yuqing was also surprised. She glanced at Yang Deshan and Cao Mo with doubtful eyes, unable to guess what they were thinking.

"Then I will send it to Mr. Yang and Manager Guo."

Cao Mo didn't have much opinion. He directly felt that although Yang Deshan was angry, he didn't say this as a way to slow down the fight, nor did he mean to make angry or sarcastic remarks.
Chapter completed!
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