Chapter 540
Chapter 540 It's Not Shameful to Lose to Me
The phone rang briefly.
It was not the phone ringtone, but a message alert.
Brandon looked down and saw that it was a message from Savanna.
Savanna: "I've finished the IV and called the driver. I am waiting for him to pick me up."
Savanna: "Are you at a meeting?"
Brandon took a photo of the scene of the bidding conference and sent it to Savanna.
Brandon: "I'm at a bidding conference. There is a very good project. If I win the bidding, you and the kids will have nothing to
worry about for the rest of your lives."
Bored waiting for the driver, Savanna texted Brandon to report her itinerary. She did not expect Brandon to reply so quickly and
even included a photo of the scene.
She zoomed in on the photo of the bidding conference and looked at it carefully. However, the photo was incomplete. The name
of the bidding conference was not shot. It only showed a lot of people sitting in groups based on their various company uniforms.
Savanna counted. There were about nine companies. No wonder Brandon said that this project was very good. Of course, many
companies wanted to win such a good project.
Savanna: "Are you confident about winning the bidding? If you are, I won’t work hard from today on. I will start to live a luxurious
life."
The couple joked with each other, teasing each other word after another.
Originally, the atmosphere at the bidding conference was quite serious. After being teased by Savanna, Brandon revealed a
smile on his lips instantly, and his mood was relaxed, too.
"Who are you texting to?" However, happiness was short. Brandon heard Ruben's deep voice from behind.
Brandon turned off the screen as fast as he could, and his smile faded. "Nobody."
"Are you texting the girl from the Parsons family? Look at your broad smile. How can you deny it?" Ruben debunked the lie,
without saving his son a face.
Since Ruben took Lilia as the message receiver, it would be easy to handle. So Brandon casually said, "Lilia has a class break
now. I just chatted with her for a while."
"So you and that girl have reconciled, right? That day, I heard your mother mention that you two had some problems and have
broken up."
That was the way the cunny Ruben spoke, all traps. Fortunately, Brandon had a clear understanding of their situation, so he was
not exposed.
Brandon said ambiguously, "We're both in a cooling-off period, thinking about whether we should keep going or not."
Hearing this, Ruben immediately put on a long face.
"What do you mean? I thought the girl from the Parsons family was rather good, both in her family background and in her
appearance. If you two get married, you will get support from their family on your business."
Just a few words made Brandon deeply understand why Finn had no choice as a child of a wealthy family.
Marriage was not his own business, but two families used it to form an alliance and seek benefits from each other. It was
disgusting.
Brandon wished to put the time fast forward so that he could get back to his wife. How eager he wanted to hold Savanna in his
arms now!
Ruben wanted to say something else, but Brandon interrupted him, "I need to learn about the opponents' tenders to win the
bidding."
Ruben didn't continue to speak since Brandon had said so.
The first four companies had all reported their bidding plan. Brandon roughly listened and found that none of the four companies'
bidding plans had something attractive. They all took a route of low prices, thinking that they could attract investors by reducing
the costs.
Brandon curled up his lips into a smile. He thought that these people were too inexperienced. It was the stupidest and most
inefficient way to lose their own interests.
After the host summed up the bidding plan for the fourth company, he talked a little more nonsense before finally returning to the
topic.
"The fifth bidder is the famous Orwell Group."
Brandon lifted the blanket on his lap and was about to go up to the stage to introduce his bidding plan, competing for the project.
Just then, with a clatter of the chair, Daryl stood up very energetically from behind. He deliberately made such a loud noise to
attract everyone's attention.
"Hello everyone, I am Daryl Orwell, the representative of the Orwell Group. I'd like to share my... Fuck! Where is my bidding
plan? How did it change to the drink list of the bar?"
It was an uproar at the scene of the bidding conference. All participants began to whisper because of Daryl's words.
It was outrageous to make such a big mistake at such a large-scale bidding conference.
"I clearly remembered that what I took was the bidding plan, but why did it change to a drink list of the bar?" Daryl muttered. He
could not figure it out.
Ruben's face was ashen as if he could be angered to faint by his disappointing nephew at anytime.
"Sit down right now, you good-for-nothing!
"I don't mind when you are disgraceful on other occasions, but how can you be like this at the bidding conference?"
Daryl was still wondering why the bidding plan had changed to a drink list. Seeing how disappointed Daryl was, Ruben directly
kicked him.
Daryl cried out in pain. His legs went soft and he sat down on the floor.
Seeing that the bidding conference turned into such a farce, the host hurriedly said, "Since the Orwell Group had a small
accident, let's move to the next company to do the presentation."
"Wait," Brandon's cold voice seemed to have the magic power that penetrated the noise.
Everyone's attention was drawn over, and they saw Brandon slowly standing up with a bidding plan in his hand.
"It was just a mistake. It seems that everyone has sobered up a lot, so you happen to have the energy to listen to me sharing the
bidding plan made by the elite team of our company.”
Gerald had thought to push the wheelchair up to the stage. Unexpectedly, Brandon stood up on his own. He pretended to walk
very weakly, but the firmness in his eyes easily shocked everyone present.
This bidding plan was amazing. It not only included all the advantages mentioned by the previous four companies, but it also
combined with its own advantages and developed a breakthrough point.
Brandon stood on the stage. The lights reflected on him. His tall figure was shrouded in a gentle glow.
His voice was clear, and his speech was standard. When he talked about the bidding plan, it was like a clear spring in the
mountains, murmuring into the ears of everyone present.
The people arranged by the organizers to evaluate had been listening attentively and looked very interested.
While explaining, Brandon didn't forget to act as a patient. When it came to the exciting point, he would cover his mouth and
cough.
Everyone present knew that Finn of the Orwell Group was in poor health, so his cough would not only not be criticized, but it
would also make people feel that he was working carefully.
Twenty minutes later, Brandon finished his presentation. He closed the bidding plan and swept his eyes across the audience.
He said lightly, "Next presenter, don't be too stressed. It won't be shameful to lose to me."