Luo Hui wanted to keep Dou to chat for a while, but seeing Qian Dechen's cold face, he thought it was useless to force him to stay, so he smiled and said, "Then I'll see you off."
"No thanks, please stay." Mr. Dou waved his hand casually, picked up his purse, took out his cell phone and pretended to make a call, then walked out.
Luo Hui could see that Mr. Dou was angry, but there was nothing he could do. Seeing Qian Dechen frowning, he said in annoyance, "It was mainly Fang Zhicheng who came here to make trouble today and ruined our good fortune."
Qian Dechen waved his hand and said without comment: "The main reason is that Mr. Dou has no great investment intention. If he is willing to place the project in Dongtai County, how could we be so passive?"
Luo Hui smiled bitterly and said, "Are you going to give up Qingtian Paper? We have already invested a lot in the early stage. It would be a pity to give up now."
Qian Dechen said calmly: "The person who tied the bell should be the one to untie it. Since Fang Zhicheng drove away the business, then as the director of the Investment Promotion Bureau, he naturally has to get the business back. Otherwise, it would be considered as his dereliction of duty."
"What do you mean?" Qian Dechen didn't say a lot of things clearly, so Luo Hui could only guess, but he vaguely felt that Qian Dechen had found a way to deal with Fang Zhicheng.
Qian Dechen smiled coldly and said, "Although the county government has not issued any actual task targets this year, it does not mean that the government will not exert some pressure. The Hainan Office has marked Qingtian Paper as an A-level investment enterprise in the investment information. If the Investment Promotion Bureau cannot get it, then naturally they will ask him for an explanation."
Luo Hui was slightly startled, then he understood what Qian Dechen meant, thinking to himself that Qian Dechen was indeed an experienced person. Killing people did not necessarily require a knife. Sometimes, as long as obstacles were cleverly set up and the power was used, Fang Zhicheng could be made to suffer.
If he can't even get an A-level investment company, how can Fang Zhicheng continue to be the director of the investment promotion bureau
After returning to the box, Zhao Qingya asked a few questions and roughly understood them. She whispered to Fang Zhicheng, "I didn't expect you to be so brave. For Li Hui, you actually went against the county party secretary."
Fang Zhicheng smiled and whispered, "I can't ignore what happened right under my nose."
Zhao Qingya smiled bitterly and sighed, "I really don't understand you. I always think you are very clever and slick, but you always like to stand up for others."
Fang Zhicheng shrugged and said with a wry smile: "I also hate my own annoying personality."
Zhao Qingya smelled good. Although the air in the box was turbid, Fang Zhicheng could still distinguish her unique scent at once. From her words, it can be seen that she was quite satisfied with her rescue of Li Hui. Women, for example, will feel sympathy for those who are trapped in the unspoken rules.
Because of what happened just now, one could feel that Zhao Qingya's attitude towards Li Hui had changed slightly.
Everyone played in the nightclub until the early morning before deciding to call it a day. Although there was a little discordant episode, everyone still had a great time. Zhu Youming suggested that they find a place to drink tea and play cards. Fang Zhicheng saw that Zhao Qingya looked tired and waved his hand to refuse, saying that he had to go to work tomorrow, so let's just give up. Zhu Youming then left with Wei Jie, and Zhao Qingya asked the driver to take Fang Zhicheng and Li Hui to the Dongtai Hotel of the Hainan Office.
After a night, Li Hui had guessed the relationship between Fang Zhicheng and Zhao Qingya. After the car stopped, she went upstairs, leaving Fang Zhicheng and Zhao Qingya still sitting in the car.
Zhao Qingya smiled unhappily and asked, "Why don't you get out of the car?"
Fang Zhicheng opened the car window, looked at the night sky, and said, "It won't rain tomorrow, right?"
"Whether it rains tomorrow or not, what does it have to do with whether you get off the bus or not?" Zhao Qingya sat in the back seat and tapped Fang Zhicheng on the back of his head, urging him, "You, hurry up and get off the bus. I'm so tired. If I go back and toss around, I won't be able to fall asleep until at least three o'clock."
Fang Zhicheng turned around, put his face against the leather seat, and invited with a smile: "Why don't you just rest here, the environment inside is not bad."
Zhao Qingya rolled her eyes at Fang Zhicheng and spat, "Stop talking nonsense and get out of the car quickly, or I'll let Lao Chen drive."
Fang Zhicheng stretched lazily and said proudly: "I have entangled you today anyway. Otherwise, just take me away."
Seeing Fang Zhicheng's frivolous appearance, Zhao Qingya snorted, snapped her fingers, and said, "Old Chen, drive."
Old Chen glanced at Fang Zhicheng and realized that this young man must have a good relationship with his young lady, so he secretly kept an eye on him.
After returning to the apartment where Zhao Qingya lived, Fang Zhicheng felt much more relaxed. As soon as Zhao Qingya opened the door, Fang Zhicheng squeezed in quickly, changed into slippers and ran to the bathroom, saying sorry, "I have to pee!"
Seeing Fang Zhicheng hiding in the bathroom, Zhao Qingya laughed unhappily, put the pink small bag on the shelf, then gently took off her flesh-colored stockings, changed into a pair of slippers, turned into the kitchen, took out the tea maker, and prepared to make tea.
Fang Zhicheng came out of the bathroom, stretched comfortably, and looked at Zhao Qingya from behind. He saw that her hair, which was originally tied into a bun, was now draped over her shoulders, highlighting her exquisite and graceful figure. Her plumpness exuded a softness that made people's hearts palpitate and their spirits sway.
After she turned around, Fang Zhicheng smiled and said, "If you drink tea now, you won't be able to sleep at night. Drinking is the best insomnia medicine. How about drinking some wine?"
Zhao Qingya glared at Fang Zhicheng and said unhappily, "Don't play tricks on me. Old Chen looked at me with a strange look just now."
Fang Zhicheng said slickly: "Is it strange for an adult woman to bring an adult man home? If an adult woman does not bring a man home for a long time, people will mistakenly think that there is something wrong with her sexual orientation."
Zhao Qingya waved her fist and said angrily: "If you keep talking nonsense, I will really kick you out."
A man can be talkative, but he can't be mean. Fang Zhicheng stopped when he saw that he was ahead, turned around and went into the living room, turned on the TV, and peeled an orange with his legs crossed.
Zhao Qingya made two cups of strong tea, handed one to Fang Zhicheng, and said lightly: "Drink tea to sober up, so that your mind won't be unclear."
Fang Zhicheng took a sip and felt his mouth watering. The heat caused by the alcohol was much relieved, but his gaze towards Zhao Qingya became more and more hot.
"Sister, are you interested in investing in the cultural industry?" Fang Zhicheng saw a TV series playing on TV and suddenly remembered something.
"Oh? What cultural industry?" Zhao Qingya seemed interested.
Fang Zhicheng smiled slightly and said, "I have a friend who wants to open an artist school and needs some funds. If you can invest in it, that would be the best."
"Which friend?" Zhao Qingya looked at Fang Zhicheng with a smile.
Fang Zhicheng scratched his head awkwardly and told the truth: "It's that friend."
Zhao Qingya sighed and said, "You are quite honest. Don't you know that women are jealous?"
Fang Zhicheng waved his hand and said, "Let's put things in perspective. We are all businessmen, and we can't be emotional when investing in projects. Why don't you listen to me talk about the project first? Whether it will work or not is up to you to decide."
Zhao Qingya crossed her legs, rested her chin on her palm, nodded and smiled, "Then go ahead and talk. I'm listening."
Fang Zhicheng then repeated his thoughts. Of course, in order to fool this outstanding entrepreneur, Fang Zhicheng naturally extended his thoughts and whispered, "If the Artist School is successful, it can also develop into a media group, not only training actors and singers, but also dabbling in film and television production and record recording. According to current cultural needs, this is a very forward-looking industry, and the country is also vigorously promoting the development of enterprises in this field..."