Zhao Xiangfu was so drunk that he vaguely seemed to have returned to the office and signed a lot of boring documents.

Wait! File!?

The moment he woke up, a burst of cold sweat wet the Maitreya Buddha's body.

In front of him was a young man sitting on a chair, flipping through documents in his hands.

"Good nephew? What is the document you turned over?"

Gu Qing nodded and said: "Uncle Zhao is really troublesome for you. I have signed so many contracts. Don't worry, one million Xia Yuan will be transferred to your account tomorrow."

Zhao Xiangfu's face suddenly turned cold, and he said in a stiff tone: "You set a trap on me? You signed the contract to transfer the factory while I was drunk?"

"How could this be a trap? Uncle, you just begged me sincerely to buy the factory of Rongke Machinery. You said that you are old and have no motivation. The future of the country depends on our young people. I hope I can

Lead Rongke Machinery to glory."

"I, Mr. Ge, catch swallows all day long and get pecked by birds." Zhao Xiangfu sneered and said: "Little boy, labor and management will teach you today that a contract signed while drunk is invalid. If you are smart enough to tear up the contract, otherwise labor and management will get you into trouble.

It’s not easy to play in the house.”

When Gu Qing, who was sitting nearby, heard this, his expression changed slightly. He looked like a top student looking at a bad student. He said in a calm tone: "Uncle, you are such a grown-up person, why don't you understand this? It's me too."

I'm in a good mood today and I'll give you some popular science.

There is currently no clear legal provision on whether a contract signed while drunk is valid. However, the "General Principles of Civil Law" has stipulated the conditions for a valid contract, that is, if the parties have the corresponding capacity for civil conduct and the expression of intention is true, the conditions for the validity of the contract are not clear.

If it violates the mandatory provisions of laws and administrative regulations, and does not violate public order and good customs, then the civil legal act is valid. In other words, if there is no provision in the law that "a contract signed while drunk is invalid", then the contract meets the conditions for validity and is legal.

Effective.

Of course, if a drunk party regrets it after sobering up, he can request the court or arbitration institution to change the content of the contract or cancel the contract, instead of claiming the contract is invalid to the court.

Let’s talk about it, I think you won’t go to the court to cause trouble for everyone. After all, if someone like you goes to the court, the next step is to go to jail.”

After Gu Qing finished speaking, he picked up his phone and played a video.

In the video, Zhao Sang-bok is like a criminal who was arrested and imprisoned, sitting on an iron chair and regretting his mistakes with tears and runny noses.

Zhao Xiangfu heard clearly how he used bribery and malicious adjustment of machines to turn factories into private companies in the last century, and how he made false accounts to defraud subsidies.

The more he listened, the more he broke out in cold sweat and his heart was pounding. He felt that he in the video was not crying, but was grinning to kill himself.

"This is fake! Give me your phone!!!"

In a state of excitement, the plump middle-aged man stood up and pounced on Gu Qing.

Gu Qing, who has been paying attention to the other party's situation, is naturally not so slow.

After standing up and taking two steps back, Zhao Xiangfu jumped into the air.

Perhaps because he was too drunk and stood up too hard, Zhao Xiangfu fell into the air and collapsed on the chair Gu Qing had made before, breathing heavily.

He screamed like he wanted to break a blower: "You, you, give me your mobile phone, you, you, you, set a trap for me! Labor and management, labor and management are going to kill you."

Bang bang bang.

Gu Qing picked up a pair of chopsticks on the table and patted Zhao Xiangfu's fat head and big ears.

There was a little splash of cold sweat and grease on his face.

He said solemnly: "This million is a blessing to you. Come to the factory tomorrow and finish the handover with me, and then you can go to Pudong and become a rich man.

Calm down, you are such an old person, don't harm yourself and your family just because of impulse. I believe you will not be so stupid, right?

I don’t want your company, I just want the factory in the suburbs. Don’t play bad tricks. You and I will be fine. When we meet again in two months, I will delete all these evidences in front of you.”

After saying that, Gu Qing looked directly at Zhao Xiangfu, the indifference in his eyes making the Maitreya Buddha drip with cold sweat.

"I admit my failure, I admit my failure, I hope you don't break your word."

Zhao Xiangfu closed his eyes and compromised as if resigned to his fate.

"Boss Zhao, I'll buy this garbage factory of yours for one million, and you won't lose money. It's a pleasure to work with you. See you in two months."

Just like that, there was no good banquet without good wine, and the host and guest did not have a good time, but Gu Qing was in a very good mood.

As for what will happen in two months, it would be a miracle if Zhao Xiangfu could survive safely in the outside world for two months.

The black-hearted operations of the last century, the oppression of workers in this century, the withholding and late payment of wages, the bribery of relevant unit personnel to defraud subsidies, and the years of random discharge and pollution of the environment, Gu Qing plans to report each of them one after another.

Go up there, and if there is no one to deal with it, then go directly to the "boundary marker" to "promote" this great benevolent person, so much so that he and the community of interests can wear rose gold and go in to pick up soap.

"As the old saying goes, 'Knowing people knows their faces but not their hearts.' When looking at this fat-headed and big-eared Zhao Xiangfu, to an unfamiliar person, he looks like a festive figure like Maitreya Buddha. Who would have known that he is a man who drinks blood and eats flesh?

Scum."

Perhaps it was the first time he had done this kind of thing of using evil to fight evil. Gu Qing was still feeling emotional when he walked out of the hotel.

After walking a few steps, I happened to meet an acquaintance.

Luo Songtang, who just "finished tea" with him a few hours ago.

"Uncle Luo, good evening. Are you going to go?"

Gu Qing said hello.

When Luo Songtang saw his nephew's boss coming out of the restaurant, he frowned and walked over quickly.

"Mr. Gu, have you finished talking to Boss Zhao?"

When he noticed the contract in Gu Qing's hand, he sighed: "Oh, this factory is a hot potato. You have been tricked by Boss Zhao."

Gu Qing comforted the elder and said: "Boss Zhao is still very good, and one million Xia Yuan is not much.

Uncle Luo, don't worry, our Jiuzhou Technology still has strong funds. I can promise you that we will not fire the skilled employees in the factory and the cadres who you think are well managed, and the previous back wages will be repaid.

Of course, I hope that the factory can resume work and production as soon as possible after solving the problems with equipment and employees."

Perhaps Luo Songtang couldn't get used to Gu Qing's directness and quick words, and it took him a while to react.

"Mr. Gu, I can't guarantee anything else. If Mr. Gu can really upgrade the equipment in the factory and not delay employees' wages, the factory can achieve profitability within half a year." Luo Songtang said seriously.

"Uncle Luo, I believe in you, and I also believe that the one million Xia Yuan I spent today will definitely bring me good returns in the near future.

Without garbage like Zhao Xiangfu, no other nation can match the productivity of our Chinese workers." Gu Qing said while looking at the scenery on the street.
Chapter completed!