The Beijing-flavored tea master and the rich and powerful boss are HE

Although Zhang Ming is in his sixties and his temples are frosty, his brows and cheekbones are well defined, and his appearance is very firm and upright. Especially now, the surprise in his eyes makes Song Zhi feel that he has known him before.

No matter how he thought about it, he was familiar with it, but he just couldn't connect with anyone.

At the same time, the middle-aged man let go of his hand, and his shrewd eyes were silently looking at him.

He watched between Fang Chengyan and Song Zhi for a long time, and then remembered the big gift that Century Real Estate gave Song Zhi before.

Zhang Ming's investment company holds countless shares and knows the movement of every building in the area. When Fang Changyun gifted that shopping mall to an unknown junior, this incident caused quite a stir in the industry.Now it seems that Fang Chengyan and Song Zhi know each other again?

What the hell...?

He smelled something unusual.

"You wait a moment."

"I'll finish right away." Fang Chengyan said.

Song Zhi said yes, and then sat down on the black leather sofa in the CEO's office.Fang Chengyan also asked the secretary to serve him a bunch of fruit treats. He was sitting while the CEO was standing, and even said something nice to him.

Song Zhi took a plum from the fruit plate, threw it into the CEO's hand, and told him to eat it.

Fang Chengyan walked towards the desk, picked it up and took a bite.

The plum was so sour that the man's expressionless face began to loosen a little.

Fang Chengyan frowned and looked back, seeing Song Zhi playing tricks and shaking his head happily.

The president didn't complain, just sat on the swivel chair, took another bite, and then put the black and green plum aside.

Zhang Ming's majestic face suddenly loosened a little at this moment, and his sharp eyes swept away.

Sneered from the bottom of my heart.

Song Guoxiao, this time I'm about to vent my high blood pressure again...

Zhang Ming remained calm, took out a folder from his briefcase, and handed over a piece of paper: "This is our investment plan."

"Boss Fang has a look."

Fang Chengyan took it.

There are two pages in total, and the figure after the total investment is very impressive.

Seeing Fang Chengyan watching intently, Zhang Ming took advantage of this time to look at Song Zhi twice more.

I saw the other party peeling a juicy grape.

This child is as good as his mother, with fair skin, and a handsome white face that complements the black leather sofa behind him. He crossed his legs leisurely and threw the grapes into his mouth.

Of course Zhang Ming met Song Zhi.

When Song Zhi was 19 years old, he met him once at home. At that time, he thought it was a good friend of his son.When Song Zhi was 24 years old, Zhang Ming said a very nasty word to him at the airport.

Counting now, this kid should be 25 years old, the only difference is that he lost his memory.

For so many years, this child has been protected by everyone around him, his family is also protecting him, and Zhang Ming's own son, Zhang Lingze was obsessed with him for a while.

So Song Zhi is still a child who can't grow up.

Without the stable temperament of his father and brother, he is indifferent to the world, just like his ineffective son, he can't get on the stage at all.

Zhang Ming was still looking at Song Zhi, but when he looked up again.

But Fang Chengyan clasped his hands under his chin and stared at him:

"Young son."

"How are you?"

He seemed to have no intention of asking, but Zhang Ming's heart trembled.

President Fang had a quarrel with Ling Ze. He came here this time because he was afraid that he would let the other party know that he was Zhang Lingze's biological father, so as not to trip him up about investment.

Zhang Ming pretended not to know: "Do you know Gouzi?"

"Sigh... still looks ignorant, it's useless."

"so."

The president lowered his eyes.

"It's really disappointing, not as good as you." Zhang Ming made a shameful expression on his face, "President Fang has only taken over the company for a few years, and the market value has taken off directly by the wind."

"It's a great honor for a small company like ours to cooperate with you."

"We are also very honored." Fang Chengyan stretched out his hand and pushed the document back, "Okay, I have read all the contents."

"It stands to reason that our company's capital turnover is very convenient, and I haven't even considered cooperating with outsiders."

Zhang Ming sat up a bit, and heard him continue: "But I have read it. Your company bought some of our securities at the end of last year. Of course, it is for convenience."

"However, there are some matters that I need to discuss with the board of directors."

"Pleasant to work with."

Fang Chengyan held out his hand to him.

Zhang Ming showed a satisfied smile, stood up, and went to hold it.

He didn't expect things to go so smoothly. A big company like Century Real Estate has accumulated funds for several years, easily tens of billions.Zhang Ming even planned to win over the directors of their company, but Fang Chengyan gave it to himself.

Even he himself felt unrealistic.

Especially when he was asked by Fang Chengyan, he panicked for no reason, and he had a bad premonition in his panic.

But his investment was carefully calculated by the whole company. Judging from the completion of the projects that Fang Chengyan has undertaken in recent years, there should be no mistakes.

For the time being, he let go of those wonderful sixth senses in his heart, and put away the documents: "Okay, then you will be busy first."

"Then I'll go first, and I won't disturb your lunch." After he finished speaking, he stood up, not daring to look at Song Zhi again.

Fang Chengyan walked up to the little shop assistant who had been waiting for a long time.

"Let's go."

Song Zhi closed the game page, "Let's go."

Fang Chengyan's office is in a tall building at the end of the tea market. The scale and location are not as good as before, but the key is that it is close to the development area, so it is only 200 meters away from Song Zhi's tea house. The two of them walked for a while and arrived home .

Chen Zhengrong specially borrowed a square wooden table from Uncle Zheng's house next door, set it up in the lobby on the first floor, and put a few fried dishes on it.

"Come here?" Chen Zhengrong was walking down from the kitchen on the second floor with a plate of shredded pork with green peppers.

"Hello." Fang Chengyan replied.

"When did you come to Qingyuan, and you didn't tell us in advance?" said the sister-in-law.

"Sorry, I've forgotten something." After he finished speaking, he glanced at Song Zhi, who also looked back at him as if he had been internalized, and ran upstairs again to get chopsticks from the kitchen.

"Sit down, I haven't cooked anything good yet," my sister-in-law moved a bench, "There's only one piece of broccoli that Xiao Zhi wants to eat, and I'll fry it up later."

"It's okay, everything looks good to me." Fang Chengyan said.

"That's fine." She smiled and let the man sit opposite, but she also sat down on the stool, as if she had something to say:

"I heard that you are at the tea market..."

"Responsible for the development zone?"

"Yes."

The sister-in-law has been thinking about it for several days, and she asked very directly, and she didn't intend to hide it: "Where are the shops?"

"I'm considering setting up a store in the new area in the future and selling it."

She pointed to the roof: "The bungalow we bought is too low and too damp. It leaks when it rains, and it's not easy to dry."

Fang Chengyan said: "Most of them are distributed on the street at the foot of the tea fields. By then, all the shops on both sides will be built, and there will be shops further away in shopping centers."

After listening to him, the sister-in-law couldn't help thinking: "How expensive is the monthly rent?"

"It won't be too expensive, about a thousand yuan."

The sister-in-law was relieved: "That's fine, I can accept it."

She poured tea for Fang Chengyan in an instant: "Save us a good seat then!"

Fang Chengyan said "definitely".

Seeing that he agreed readily, the sister-in-law told Song Zhi to come down quickly and eat quickly.Song Zhi came down with three pairs of chopsticks and sat down next to Fang Chengyan.

I just picked up the bowl and prepared to take a bite of rice, and I was eating it.

I saw Mao Jianer appearing under the table at some point, actively jumping on Chengyan's leg above, seeking to touch him there.

"Hey! I've never seen it show such face to anyone before. Why does it kiss you like this." Song Zhi pulled it off Fang Chengyan's lap, and shouted: "Go!"

Mao Jian'er looked back at him dissatisfied, and walked towards the door with graceful steps.It squatted on the ground, swept its tail on the ground, not knowing what to look at outside the door.

Chen Zhengrong said, "Did you forget? The other day Xiaofang and his master came to our place, and Mao Jianer leaned on him right then."

"Then I treat it well every day, why do you lose ground with me like this?"

The sister-in-law didn't pick up his words anymore, and turned to Fang Chengyan and said: "Xiao Fang, my sister called you that on her own initiative. We are all fellow villagers. If you come to Qingyuan in the future, you will be your own family. If there is no cook at home, you can come." Eat here, you're welcome."

"Okay, sorry to bother you."

"Yes, I didn't ask either. Do you live in your grandfather's house now? Is there a woman at home who cooks for your grandfather?"

These words sounded like they were asking about Fang Chengyan's marriage. Song Zhi picked up a small rapeseed with chopsticks and looked at Fang Chengyan.Ho!This scene was similar to the day old master Fang invited him to dinner.

The topic should go off track again.

Song Zhi chewed the rapeseed, swallowed it, and interrupted his sister-in-law's question: "Sister-in-law, last time I went to a blind date meeting, I made a table with someone. Do you think they are married? Are you asking for nothing? Isn't that right?" .”

"Oh, I thought." The sister-in-law smiled awkwardly: "It's okay, I often come to eat after that, and I can't take care of myself. I think you look like Xiaozhi, and you can't take care of yourself. You guys, you still have to take care of yourself." Get over it early..."

"Hurry up and eat, you." Song Zhi became upset when he heard this kind of marriage advice, and he added a spoonful of soup to Chen Zhengrong's bowl: "There are more than 30 talents, and they talk all day long, talking to old women in their [-]s and [-]s in the village. Same, don't worry about your lack of energy, right?"

"Don't interrupt me! Look at your eight pictures." Chen Zhengrong yelled at him, "I won't cut you, I think you are not good!"

The two quarreled directly at the dinner table.

Fang Chengyan stood aside, very ashamed.

"I'll tell Xiao Fang what to say, but mainly to you, because you can't take care of yourself!" said the sister-in-law.

Song Zhi refused to accept: "Isn't Brother Cheng Yan the same?"

"Really?" The president disagreed, thought for two seconds, and said, "It should be different."

Fang Chengyan couldn't continue to sit in the scorching air, he stood up and said, "Let me fry the broccoli."

The author has something to say:

Hahaha.

Toe grip is done.