Reborn in 2014, getting rich from the World Cup

"Brother Cheng Ming."

After leaving the airport and meeting Zhu Chengming.

Yang Zheng had just said hello when his phone rang again.

Zhu Chengming smiled and said, "You will be very busy tonight. Please answer the phone first."

Yang Zheng also smiled apologetically: "I'll take it."

Then he turned sideways and answered the phone.

This time it was Liu Wenqi who called.

Liu Wenqi didn't say anything serious.

I just asked what happened.

If he hadn't said at the end: "In fact, the business environment in the capital is also very good, brother, you can consider it."

Yang Zheng thought he called just to hear gossip.

In fact.

If he were a little more familiar with Liu Wenqi, he would know that people really just come here to listen to gossip...

The last sentence was just a casual remark.

of course.

If Yang Zheng really intends to go to the imperial capital.

Then Liu Wenqi would definitely welcome it with open arms.

This is also the reason why Yang Zheng dared to draw his sword against Zhao Ling.

There is no place to stay here.

And they were the kind who were scrambling to keep him.

"Get in the car first."

Zhu Chengming gestured after seeing Yang Zheng hang up the phone.

Yang Zheng nodded.

The two got into the car one after another.

This time, Yang Zheng also brought Shen Yixin, Xiao Yong and Li Ran.

Although Zhu Chengming didn't ask on the phone.

But when he was in Shanghai before, he had seen the staffing arrangements on Yang Zheng's side.

So we drove two cars directly here.

Shen Yixin and Yang Zheng got into the car in front.

Xiao Yong and Li Ran got on the back car.

Then the car started and drove towards the hotel.

In the car.

Yang Zheng was chatting with Zhu Chengming while constantly answering the phone.

Zhang Xiaocong, Zhang Minghong, and even Zhang Minggang and Zhang Mingqiang.

They all called.

Apart from Zhang Minghong telling him to judge the situation and handle the matter himself,

Zhang Xiaocong, Zhang Minggang and his son Zhang Mingqiang all advised him to...keep the peace.

This is also normal.

No matter what, Yang Zheng is now considered a member of the Zhang family to a certain extent.

When Yang Zheng had a conflict with others, it was equivalent to them having a conflict with others.

And people certainly don't like this kind of passive hatred.

Anyway, it’s not me who gets hurt.

What does it matter if that mouth says "forgiveness"?

Persuasion of the Zhang family's father and son.

Yang Zheng always agreed.

Otherwise, why bother arguing with them?

That's not necessary.

"Zhao Yuehua must have done this without telling Zhao Ling. Zhao Ling isn't that stupid. He's probably having a headache right now."

Zhu Chengming took advantage of the time when Yang Zheng didn't answer the phone to say something, then paused for a moment and asked:

"Are you really going to fight him to the end?"

Yang Zheng nodded and said bluntly, "If I don't show off once, I'll always be treated as a soft persimmon by others, and everyone will want to take advantage of me."

Zhu Chengming smiled at him and said pointedly, "These days, making money is king. People like Zhao Yuehua and Ye Jinchen are still relatively rare."

Yang Zheng smiled without comment.

Zhu Chengming thought of something and added, "Mingyue is young and hasn't experienced much, so she's a little childish."

Yang Zheng said with a half-smile: "I call her sister."

Zhu Chengming was stunned and speechless.

After a while, he said, "You are a freak, no, a genius."

He had obviously made the slip of the tongue on purpose.

But only if they really regard you as a person of the same level would they make such a joke.

The two didn't talk much.

Yang Zheng's phone rang again.

It was the unfamiliar number he called before boarding the plane in Xingcheng.

Seeing that he didn't answer the phone immediately, Zhu Chengming asked, "Zhao Ling's people?"

Yang Zheng nodded: "Probably."

As he spoke, he answered the phone.

And sure enough.

"Hello, Mr. Yang, I'm Zhao Shushu's secretary, Jiang Xingcai."

The other party introduced himself directly.

Yang Zheng hesitated for two seconds, then laughed and continued:

"So it's Secretary Jiang. Hello, hello. How come you have time to call me? Do you have any instructions from Zhao Shushu?"

On the car over here.

Zhu Chengming and Shen Yixin looked at him speechlessly.

This old fox looks like a 19-year-old college student.

Saying she is 29 makes her look young.

Over there on the phone.

Jiang Xingcai obviously didn't expect such a polite reaction from him.

There was no sound for a while.

Normally, you would be so angry that you would want to move both companies away.

Shouldn't this be the time to be filled with anger?

Don't curse.

But you don't have to greet me with such a smile, right?

Able to become the secretary of the top leader.

Jiang Xingcai is obviously also that kind of smart person.

So he quickly thought of a word: a smiling face with a dagger hidden in it.

Usually, the friendlier the smile, the harder the knife will strike.

It seems to be more difficult to deal with than imagined.

Jiang Xingcai sighed inwardly, and replied:

"No instructions. Mr. Yang is our most outstanding young talent and a great entrepreneur in Chunan. It is only natural for Zhao Shushu to show more concern and condolences."

"Is that so? Now I understand Zhao Shushu's concern."

Yang Zheng said, then changed the subject: "If there's nothing else, hang up."

It’s already this time, and you still want to act pretentiously?

See if I spoil you or not!

"and many more!"

Jiang Xingcai quickly called him over and said after a pause:

"Boss Yang, Zhao Shushu actually wants me to ask you something."

"This afternoon, Ms. Zhang Qinglan from your company held a press conference and said that your company was treated unfairly in Chunan. What exactly happened?"

Play dumb and do Tai Chi to shirk responsibility.

Find someone else to take the blame.

Then the big things turned into small things, and the small things turned into small things.

This is the way almost all "institutions" handle things.

But this is not the result Yang Zheng wanted.

He has drawn his sword.

I won't put down my sword until I see blood.

But at least we should see some tears, right?

Yang Zheng can also play dumb.

Tai Chi is a method of strengthening the body that he practices whenever he has free time.

"Ah? Is there such a thing?"

Yang Zheng said in a surprised tone:

"I was in Shanghai two days ago and now I'm in Chuzhou. I don't know much about the company's recent situation."

"But you said it was Mr. Zhang who said it at the press conference, so you can go and ask Mr. Zhang directly."

"She's the ECO of Zhengrong Media, in charge of all matters big and small within the company. She knows much more about the company than I, a hands-off manager."

He trailed off.

I don’t know what Jiang Xingcai’s reaction was on the other end of the phone.

Anyway, in the car here.

Shen Yixin hung his head in silence, looking embarrassed.

Zhu Chengming, on the other hand, had an expression on his face where he was trying not to laugh.

for a long time.

Jiang Xingcai's voice rang out again: "What about Huo Duoduo? I heard that Mr. Yang plans to move Huo Duoduo away?"

Seeing that he still didn't get to the point.

Yang Zheng also continued to play dumb:

"Is this true? How come I don't know about this? Where did Secretary Jiang hear about it?"

He is really not in a hurry about this matter.

At worst, we can just move Huoduoduo and Zhengrong Media to Chuzhou.

Really speaking.

Emperor, Demon, Chu, Peng.

There are better development prospects in Chuzhou, a super first-tier city, than in Xingcheng.

The only thing is that I might feel a bit sorry for Liu Jinpeng, Li Zhongda and others.

But then again.

If Liu Jinpeng, Li Zhongda and others put enough pressure on Zhao Ling.

Then Zhengrong Media doesn’t have to move away.

So it depends on them in the end.

In a society where human relationships are important, even the top leader is not invincible.

Zhang Minghong said a few days ago that he couldn't do much in the north.