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

at the same time.

In Qingyuan Town.

Fang Chengyan has been busy with foreign investors for the past few days, with countless emails and documents to read every day, and even the time left for him to miss others has been squeezed out.

The man told himself that he had to finish this job quickly so that he could return to Beijing as soon as possible.

The president's efficiency once reached the highest threshold, and this highly serious attitude also affected the employees under the president. The entire branch was so busy that no one dared to be lazy.

"Mr. Fang."

Secretary Han walked into the office and reported to him: "Do you want to look at the draft of the contract again?"

"no need."

It has been reconfirmed many times.

"Ok."

After Secretary Han sent the contract to the company in Genoa, the matter finally came to an end.

Fang Chengyan stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the scenery outside.

The office is only three floors high. Fortunately, there are no tall buildings around. In this small town, it is enough to overlook the street where Rijian Tea House is located.When he was tired, he got up and looked there, and occasionally turned on his phone and opened Song Zhi's dialogue box to read.

On social software, he chatted with Song Zhi only a few times.At first, Song Zhi still politely said that he would transfer 47 to him, but the next time they chatted, the two of them began to go back and forth [missing you].

If this record is seen by others, they will be amazed at their rapid progress.

In fact, that kind of straightforward expression is already an extraordinary performance of this boring man.Before that, Fang Chengyan had never been in love, and for the first time in his life, he fell on someone like Song Zhi who came and went like the wind and couldn't figure it out.

The innocent CEO starts off in hell mode, and I'm afraid there will be worries in the days to come.

……

"Uncle Chen, that Fang Chengyan has a lot of scheming. He can reduce the interest rate written in the contract by three-quarters. Is this a business? He is rubbing human dignity on the ground!" Zhang Lingze continued. The phone is very emotional.

The person called "Uncle Chen" told him: "Ling Ze, you don't need to talk to me about this, I have already told your father what I mean. You must know why this happened. If there is no one If you tell me, what do you want us to do?"

Zhang Lingze felt a headache that was about to explode.

He still didn't know that Song Zhi had returned to Beijing. He didn't go to Song Zhi because he had a bad fight with the other party last time, and spent the past two days in the hotel pleading for his father and the directors' uncles.

— begging them to divest.

The directors of the company have repeatedly questioned Zhang Ming, asking him: "What went wrong on the way?"

But Zhang Ming was messed up by Cheng Kaizu once, it was his negligence caused by his personal selfishness, and he couldn't report it truthfully.He was also secretive when calling, and refused to give the board of directors a happy answer.His ambiguous attitude angered several directors, and the matter never came to fruition.

He really didn't want to continue, did he want to stay in this dilapidated small town for two years, and return after Fang Chengyan's project was completed?

"Uncle Chen, I want to intercede with you. You can say a few more words in front of the chairman and turn this matter over. My dad will go back as soon as possible. In the future, in the company, he will definitely follow you. You..."

"Ling Ze, it's not that I don't help your dad with this favor, it's that I can't make the decision." The other party threw out such a sentence impatiently.

"Alas..." Zhang Ming listened and tore off the plastic film on the last cigarette.

He put his feet on the coffee table and looked out the window at the green hill and the clouds floating over it.

"Ling Ze, hang up."

Zhang Lingze stood there in embarrassment, and could only say, "I'm sorry to bother Uncle Chen, then I'll contact you next time."

He turned to Zhang Ming and said, "Dad, there is no other way."

"Let's swallow our anger, it will take two years, what do you think?"

Zhang Ming remained silent, holding a cigarette between his two fingers, and part of the skin on his index finger and middle finger was burnt yellow from years of smoke.After smoking for a while, the room was filled with clouds and mist, and it smelled like tobacco.

"Stop it, smoke less, it's too choking!" Zhang Lingze said while opening the window for ventilation.

They lived in the best hotel in Qingyuan Town, which was fairly clean and well-equipped, but now, the choking white smoke almost enveloped the father and son, even Zhang Lingze, who also likes to smoke Can't take it anymore.

"Let's quit early."

Zhang Ming was unmoved, and was still looking out, seemingly lost in thought.

A new window popped up on the notebook on the coffee table beside him. He turned forward Huang's eyes and looked at the new email from the company:

[Deputy Director Zhang, stay for a while, find a way to increase the interest rate, and then ask the human resources management department to end the business trip. ]

He only glanced at it, and was instantly enraged.Isn't this embarrassing?

Raise it back?

How did he have to lick his face to talk to Fang Chengyan like that?

"This bastard, Cheng Kaizu!" After a long silence, he suddenly cursed harshly, the veins on his forehead popped up, clearly visible under the skin.

"Garlic bastard! Reckless man! Idiot!"

Zhang Lingze listened anxiously.At first he didn't know who this character was, but after hearing his father scold him a lot, he gradually understood what was going on.

"Don't be angry."

More than half a month has passed since that lawsuit, but Zhang Ming is still angry: "If I want to die, I have to drag others to the bottom!"

"He's so fucking good at bluffing people! Dog!"

He was facing the sofa that Cheng Kaizu sat on that day. He hated it more and more at this moment, picked up the ashtray with one hand, and smashed it at the sofa. The ashtray bounced to the ground and fell apart. The soot flew out and scattered all over the ground in an instant.

"Will we still see him in the future?" Zhang Lingze asked worriedly, "Should I find someone to beat him up?"

"An ugly thing that looks like garlic." Zhang Ming closed his eyes, "It's too dirty to beat him."

Zhang Lingze was puzzled, what kind of bastard should that person look like?

He hurriedly comforted him: "Don't be angry, beat him up and let him know who he can't provoke."

"Why haven't you grown up yet? You beat this and that every day." Zhang Ming took a deep breath, knowing that his son said this with good intentions, so he calmed himself down: "He has provoked people in Qingyuan Town all over the place. The government has also messed with it, and Fang Chengyan has also messed with it."

"I won't come to Qingyuan again in the future."

Zhang Lingze was very curious: "Where can he go to develop in the future? Will he go back to the next county?"

Zhang Ming sneered: "It's impossible, he's bankrupt, and his employees are asking for salary everywhere. This guy is like a bereaved dog, and everyone is screaming and beating him."

In an instant, his face changed again, and he cursed viciously: "All idiots deserve to die!"

Zhang Lingze stopped talking.

The father and son were silent for a long time.

"I went out to scan a document." Zhang Ming said.

"Ling Ze, go buy some lunch."

Zhang Lingze agreed, "Okay."

Zhang Ming put the cigarette in his mouth, put on his coat and went out.

Hit the door, go out, and meet an oncoming foreigner in the corridor.

It was really strange to meet a foreigner in this small place. He looked to the side, and it was Fang Chengyan's secretary who led the foreigner forward.

He looked at it twice more, and felt more and more strange.Fang Chengyan, what new business is this?

Seeing the foreigner and Secretary Han passing by him, Zhang Ming followed them with his eyes, and thought, he had to inquire when he came back.

One p.m.

Zhang Ming came back from the outside, feeling cold all over his body.

He first stood in the corridor for a while, looked around all the doors, and saw that the red light indicating the power was on, and then confirmed the foreigner's room.

It wasn't until night that he squatted until the man came out of the room.In the shared hot water room, Zhang Ming greeted people with his little English: "Hi, friend."

The foreigner had never received such scalding hot water in his life. Looking back, the mouth of the cup was not aligned with the spout, and the [-]-degree high-temperature water was poured directly onto his hands.

He immediately put his hand under the mouth of the cold water, and then turned around and smiled friendlyly at Zhang Ming, not knowing which language he was speaking in.

Zhang Ming just continued to communicate with him in English.

But he shook his head, indicating that he did not understand.

Just when I was about to give up on the inquiry——

"dad."

"Why don't you go to the room?" Zhang Lingze was about to go to the front desk to ask for a pair of disposable slippers, when he passed the hot water room, he poked his head, looked at the foreigner curiously, and asked his father, "What are you doing? "

Zhang Ming said, "Nothing."

The foreigner also finished receiving the water and said "Nice to meet you." Then he was about to walk away.

Zhang Lingze listened to the familiar tune, pondered for a second, and asked, "Italian?"

What?Is it Italian? !Zhang Ming was overjoyed, and his frown relaxed a little.

Fortunately, Ling Ze is here too!

In order not to let Zhang Lingze and Song Guoxiao's youngest son mess up, Zhang Ming specially sent Zhang Lingze abroad, and asked his son to pick a place for himself.

Looking at it this way, this bastard can still come in handy.

Zhang Ming hurriedly told him the whole story, and asked him to go over and find out.

Zhang Lingze had a cheeky chat with him in the next room for two hours in Italian, which he had almost forgotten, before he gradually got the words out.

Although the Italian spoken by the Corsican is more dialectical, he can understand some of it anyway.

The other party's goal in coming to China this time is to invest in Fang Chengyan's real estate in Beijing's commercial center.

Both father and son were shocked when they heard the huge amount of interest in their contract.

My heart is sour, and my eyes are turning green.Zhang Lingze and his father together: "The Qingyuan project must be rejected, since it has already been done..."

"It's better to aim at his next real estate project and ask your leader to send someone else! Don't keep messing with you, we are vice directors of the company anyway, what is this?"

"Tell the leader about this, divert his attention, and focus on the new project of Century Real Estate."

Think about it.

Zhang Ming mustered up his courage, and with his old face, he called the big man above again: "Hi, I'm Zhang Ming."