Yang Can nodded and replied calmly, "If Ma always asks us to post a special article to Guojian after the reorganization, no problem, let the person in charge of Guojian come over to communicate with us and promote positively. Yes, we only have one requirement, if it is 100% true."
Ma Guoqiang finally couldn't resist the exclamation in his eyes this time. Yang Can could guess what he was thinking. This level of thinking was not like he should have at his age. He couldn't help but nod his head in admiration and said three good times.
Guojian this somersault fell terribly. He wanted to get up in Nancheng to restore his credibility. Wherever he fell, he would get up from wherever he fell. The introduction of their reorganization was published by the South Weekly, which revealed their shady. Now, it can let people know the determination of Huafeng Group to change its mind and make a comeback.
If Nanzhou Magazine can maintain his savvy insightful eyes and sharp pen, then developers in Nancheng can only honestly and openly compete with their peers. He or she has the confidence to be in Nancheng with his strength. , Circle him the new territory of Huafeng Group.
The conversations between smart people are always tacit understanding, and they soon reached a consensus on the general direction. Several people talked very happily. Tian Guoli’s assistant came several times to remind him that time was not enough. Secretary Tian waved his hands in disapproval and used him. In Laotian's words, it is worth wasting more time to meet an old friend Ma Guoqiang today, and also to hand in a very interesting little comrade Yang Can.
"Hey, there is something wrong with the rain today. It's too long. If I don't stop quickly, I really don't have time to go to Beijing to see your old horse."
When Secretary Tian was talking worriedly about the continuous heavy rain and the flood control problems in Nancheng City, suddenly two people came in outside the door, both of whom were under the age of twenty.
The girl is slim and slim, with a sports jacket covering her "butt", but the long legs stretched slender and straight in the jeans are very moving, and her long black hair is tied into a ponytail and hung behind her shoulders. The skin on the neck and ears that are "naked" and "exposed" is very white and delicate, and looks youthful.
It's just that he wears a baseball cap diagonally on his head, and the shallow disdain on the corners of the delicate lips, revealing a kind of rebellion and a different kind of charm in his bones.
The man was on the contrary, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a sturdy body standing upright, and the four faces with a sense of righteousness rare in this age.
"Come, let me introduce to you, my daughter Ma Yiyi, that's her cousin Zhou Haoran." Ma Guoqiang smiled when Ma Yiyi came in, "showing" a fatherly smile, but when he glanced over Zhou Haoran It looks a bit tangled.
"This is the little reporter who dared to expose you? It's not like it?" Ma Yiyi naturally sat next to his father, humming from his nose, and looking at Yang Can with bright eyes, very disapproving. Looking up close, the bridge of the girl's nose Xiuzhi, the eyelashes are very long, the figure is a little thin, the appearance of the chest is not small, she is really a beautiful woman.
She saw her eyes suddenly bright, as if thinking of something.
Yang Can also remembered, isn't she the pretty figure in basketball that day, the fashionable girl in a baseball cap? Just about to say something, Ma Yiyi raised her finger and made a "hush" gesture to her lips. There was a threatening expression on Qiao's face, which vividly expressed "Don't talk too much... or you will be dead." !"the meaning of.
Whoops, is it possible that you little girl was also a foreign aid last time, and went to participate in the basketball game of Linkage with your family Ma on his back? Don't be courageous.
Yang Can didn't want to be troublesome with this unrelated person, but just smiled, and Ma Yiyi wrinkled his nose and snorted, quite proud.
Zhou Haoran, who was next to him, looked at Yang Can with a little admiration in his eyes, and went up and shook his hand proactively: "Reporter Yang, look up to the name for a long time." Looking back at Xi Ma Guoqiang expectantly.
A trace of embarrassment flashed on Ma Guoqiang's face, and he coughed twice: "Editor Luo, I have one more thing to trouble you. Zhou Haoran is now majoring in journalism. Can you please help him arrange it? Go to your Southern Weekly. Go for an internship."
Luo Cheng nodded like smashing garlic. He can still take charge of this matter. A contract of more than one million yuan is within reach. Naturally, such a small request of the other party cannot be rejected. It's just that he doesn't understand Ma Guoqiang's intention. My nephew can't go to a big company, why does he want to come to Nanzhou Magazine
Yang Can took a sip of tea, and felt that this matter was strange. He secretly saw the consciousness of the two of them. Ma Guoqiang was thinking: "Let this stubborn kid go to the magazine to have a look, let him know some common sense of society, and see. Huafeng’s business is not as profitable as he imagined, and he can see what the outsiders are doing..."
And Zhou Haoran, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, was thinking: "Okay! Going to the Nan Zhou Magazine, which is not afraid of fear this day, I must catch Huafeng's feet and reveal the true face of Ma Guoqiang as a bastard."
Huh... It's weird. Why don't these two people look like uncles and nephews, but like a couple of friends? Yang Can squinted his eyes and realized something was wrong. At first, he was worried that Ma Guoqiang wanted to send a nail to be the eyeliner of Nan Zhou Magazine. It seemed that the other party really didn't mean it.
After talking for a while, Yang Can probably understood Zhou Haoran’s "sex" personality. He was a passionate young man who was full of ambition and determined to be a justice reporter. His words looked down upon businessmen like Ma Guoqiang. Ma Guoqiang also frowned frequently. The relationship between the two is really intriguing.
Seeing that the time is late, Ma Guoqiang also warmly invited everyone to stay for dinner. A group of people went downstairs and started ordering and dining. The boxes in this place are very characteristic, with small lattice doors and lattice windows. Six chapters of yellow are placed around the square table. The chair made by Huali has a quaint charm. Obviously, Ma Guoqiang specially prepared it for Tian Guoli, who likes this kind of Ming and Qing style.
"Heh, old horse, it seems that I had made up my mind to keep me for dinner, this box can't be entered by ordinary people, just the coffee table and chairs are worth hundreds of thousands, right? Where are you going to come?" Tian Guoli laughed very happy.
Ma Guoqiang is very talkative, ordering food and greeting everyone to eat. It is obviously a Western-style hotel, but the dishes served are indeed traditional southern Chinese dishes. The small dishes are delicate and delicate, and they are quite Suzhou-Hangzhou style. Liu Yong and Zhang Dejun were eye-opening and praised again and again.
Ma Guoqiang carefully observed Yang Can's words and deeds next to him, and found that this young man was neither humble nor overbearing no matter what happened, as if he was not affected by the outside world at all, and he was secretly surprised.
"Dad, didn't you say that Aunt Wu is coming? Why didn't you see her?" After eating, Ma Yiyi asked curiously. Ma Guoqiang replied with a smile: "Your Aunt Wu Lan, there are things that can't come today. "
"Hehe... Aunt Wu didn't come, you must be disappointed today." The daughter teased Ma Guoqiang to "expose" a trace of embarrassment, apparently not wanting others to know her relationship with Wu Lan.
The people of Nanzhou Magazine present here suddenly realized that it is no wonder that things went so smoothly today. It turns out that Ma Guoqiang is the old acquaintance of Mrs. Xu.
"Yang Can, do you think Mrs. Xu is the old friend of Mr. Ma?" Liu Yong was eating vegetables and gossiping. Yang Can shrugged and said that he didn't know. In fact, he knew the answer early in his heart. Not enough to describe their relationship, Ma Guoqiang is Wu Lan's first love. Finally, we were loved by Uncle Xu Hengdao.
Just as everyone fell into a secretive silence, Tian Guoli's secretary came in with a well-packed tea set. When he whispered a few words, everyone was a little curious.
Tian Guoli frowned, and asked as if he was unsatisfied: "What is the invoice he sent?"
"499 yuan."
"Well, then accept it and give it to him at the original price."
Tian Guoli opened the package to check whether there was anything inside. He smiled and explained to Ma Guoqiang, "This is Wang Qing, but he is well-informed. He knows that my father likes to build kiln tea sets in Taiwan. No, he will give it away for his birthday in two days coming."
Ma Guoqiang immediately frowned: "You shouldn't accept this."
Wang Qing is involved in this Guojian case. Any gift should be avoided. The municipal party committee is in a sensitive period. Even if the gift is not expensive, it must be cautious.
"Of course I know, but Wang Qing has a long-term mind. He called my retired father in advance and told him about it. The old man was very happy." Tian Guoli smiled bitterly, and the other party resorted to tricks. Gaoming also made him very embarrassed.
However, although he accepted the gift, he still paid the original price, so he could not offend the old man or avoid such things, as long as the tea set does not carry banknotes.
Tian Guoli turned the teapot and the cup upside down and shook them one by one. He was finally relieved to find that several stacks of red banknotes fell out, and he unconsciously glanced at Yang Can and the others.
Originally, it wasn't suitable to do this when eating, but who would let him sit in front of him to help reporters, even if he did it, he had to do enough.
"Take it away."
Just when Tian Guoli was relieved to let the secretary put the tea set back, Yang Can raised his hand and shouted: "Wait." His eyes were fixed on the tea set, with a strange light in his eyes.