Dinner will be at a well-known Bamboo Fragrance Garden in the capital. The decoration style of the Jiangnan courtyard is very popular among the dignitaries in the capital. The diners who come and go here are either rich or expensive, and the high prices are there. Even if ordinary people come in and take a look at the menu, they will leave silently.
As the Spring Festival approached, the business of Zhuxiangyuan was not so cold, but even more prosperous. Those second-generation officials and rich people who either worked hard outside or were thrown away to practice in other places, etc., have all returned to the capital to eat, drink and have fun during the holiday.
Wang Zijin and his team came a bit late, and the reserved seats were invalidated due to outdated time. When they arrived at Zhuxiang Garden, there were no private rooms, and the last large private room had just been reserved.
"It's Zhao Tiezhu, it's too late to play cards."
"What a big deal, let's change places."
"But I want to eat this one."
The small group was chattering and was about to leave when Zhang Mingcheng was suddenly stopped.
Zhang Mingcheng looked back, and the person who called him was a colleague of the same unit, also the second generation, named Tang Wenbing, and the two of them got very close on weekdays. Zhang Mingcheng's exquisite personality could get close to anyone.
"Wen Bing, what a coincidence." Zhang Mingcheng laughed.
"Are you coming here to eat too? Which private room, I'll come and find you later." Tang Wenbing also laughed.
"Just about to leave, there are no private rooms."
"Is it gone..." Tang Wenbing thought for a while and said, "Why don't you come with us? We're in the private room."
"Is it convenient?" Zhang Mingcheng hesitated.
"Convenience, as long as it's convenient for you, we'll be fine." Tang Wenbing looked at a group of second generations who were not in the same circle as him. They were all second generations who couldn't be offended, at least he couldn't.
Mr. Wang was already a big boss back then, and those who can work with him are not only not low-level, they are all powerful figures. After more than ten years, they will naturally climb higher and go further.
The large private room is spacious enough to accommodate two tables, and there is an ink painting screen between the two tables. There are orchids in the four corners of the private room, a shelf on the east side and a bookshelf on the west side. The windows are the ancient wooden hollow windows.
This was originally a private room for large gatherings, but today it was reserved by the second-generation ancestors headed by Huang Wei.
The first-class second generation is in politics, the second-rate second generation is in business, and the third-rate second generation is waiting to die. Among the seven or eight people present, there are business and government officials, all of whom are headed by Huang Wei.
Huang Wei is from the capital city, but Lao Tzu used to work in the Jiangnan area, slowly climbed up, and was transferred to the capital city until the imperial court was replaced. As a member of the huge team, he was promoted and reused as scheduled.
Belongs to the new faction.
Relying on his father's power, Huang Wei is like a fish in water in the mall, and his status in the capital is also rising.
Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, this is absolutely true.
When I was the most proud and arrogant, I once felt that those second generations who were once aloof were nothing more than that. After honing in the mall for several years, I have become more stable, but also more confident, and I no longer show arrogance on my face.
"Mr. Huang, are you interested in starting a business?" A second generation who was thrown by his father to a small county in Shandong for training, joked: "As long as you come to invest, I will give you the green light. You take the money and I take the political achievements."
Huang Wei said with a smile: "Don't hurt me, you'll lose money in real estate in that poor place. Those who do business now either lose money or struggle to survive, and those who become bigger and stronger are too bloated. Only fools do it." Invest in you."
The others laughed and made jokes.
Because we are old friends, I don't have much scruples about speaking.
Just as he was talking, the door of the room opened, and Tang Wenbing, who said he was going out to smoke, came back, and behind him was a person who had received a ticket.
"I brought some friends over for you." Tang Wenbing briefly explained the situation.
Naturally, Huang Wei and the others had no objection, and some were even delighted that the second generation of officials was also divided into three or six grades, each in a small circle, without acquaintances to "lead the way" or if the father's generation did not have an official position, it was difficult to integrate into the high-level circle.
They were pretty good on their own, but not as good as Zhang Mingcheng and his group.
Huang Wei saw Wang Zijin for the first time, he froze for a moment, then smiled as usual.
According to the information he inquired, Wang Zijin and Qin Ze had already broken up, a grassroots who lost the backing of the Wang family was nothing to worry about. And the previous thinking was wrong, Qin Ze is not the white glove of the Wang family, and even his relationship with Wang Zijin is reluctant to the Wang family.
If he had any interests involved with the Wang family, he would naturally not touch Qin Ze.
Huang Wei believed that he was not the only one who noticed Qin Ze, not his star aura, but the staggering deeds he created.
In the past, he flourished in the entertainment industry and the financial industry. People who were jealous of him were not capable enough, and those who were capable thought he was not big enough. After all, splitting off Qin Ze's business is not bad, but it won't make Huang Wei tempted.
What is really tempting is virtual reality technology, which is a good thing. Huang Wei felt that even if he wasn't tempted, others would. It's just that he saw this benefit earlier.
The prospect is by no means comparable to that of entertainment companies and private equity.
Qin Ze was more stubborn than he thought, protecting the food on the plate and not allowing anyone to take a share. Since he didn't want to take a share, he would take it himself.
At present, it seems that he has become a person who harms others and does not benefit himself. As Qin Ze said, as long as it lasts for a while, the impact of piracy will be reduced. operate.
But as long as Qin Ze continues to make large-scale projects, Huang Wei has many ways to trap him and force him to submit.
The people at the two tables ate across the screen. Driven by Tang Wenbing, the people around them went over to toast and chat one after another.
In Wang Zijin's small team, there is Zhang Mingcheng, who is all-round and exquisite, and the others are not low in emotional intelligence, so they quickly get along with each other.
But Huang Wei noticed a detail. In the past, the toasts were all friends around him, but none of them seemed to come over.
The gap in status became apparent.
Huang Wei frowned secretly. With the current power of the old man in the family, he is not much worse than the second generation who is the oldest at the next table. But he also knew that connections were more important than spirits, so he went over with a glass of wine.
He talked and laughed happily with Zhang Mingcheng, and patted Zhao Tiezhu on the shoulder and laughed, everyone gave him face very much. Holding the wine glass in circles, when they arrived at Wang Zijin, Huang Wei said with a smile: "Sister Zijin, I didn't have time to have a drink when I met you last time in the Shanghai stock market. Come here, fill it up, and have a drink."
But Wang Zijin ignored him.
This is very embarrassing.
Huang Wei's friends may not know about it, but Wang Zijin's friends know about it. Huang Wei's tricks in the Shanghai stock market are related to Qin Ze, and Qin Ze is related to Wang Zijin.
The boys all felt that Qin Ze had been manipulated by Huang Wei, so they ran to the capital to hug the Wang family's thigh.
A complete scumbag.
"Go away." Wang Zijin was expressionless, but his words were sharp.
Huang Wei's smile gradually disappeared, looked at Wang Zijin, then at her friends, and sneered: "You look down on me, don't you?"
Everyone is the second generation, my father is no lower than your father now, maybe even higher than your father, what confidence do you have to say such things in front of me.
Wang Zijin pretended that he didn't exist, and ate with his chopsticks.
The arrogant granddaughter of the Wang family is stronger and more arrogant than anyone else.
This is a side that Qin Ze and Qin Baobao will never see.
Huang Wei twitched, "Understood, because of Qin Ze? Tsk tsk, didn't you two break up? Could it be that the love is over? Then you should have said it earlier. If he is from your Wang family, I will let him go. It's a pity He's not, so why should you? Being abandoned by others, and running back to the capital in despair, I messed with him to vent your anger on you. I didn't even ask you to say thank you... "
"Slap!" Wang Zijin raised his hand and slapped.
The private room was suddenly silent.
Tang Wenbing, who was thinking about whether to act as a middleman to do peace affairs, was completely stupid.
There were twenty or so people, all their eyes were on Wang Zijin's face and Huang Wei's gradually ferocious face.
Huang Wei's face was ferocious: "You try again."
Wang Zijin slapped his backhand again: "Slap."
The feeling of being slapped, let alone now, even he has never experienced it before. Huang Wei exploded on the spot. With a wave of his hand, he swept the wine glass and bowls and chopsticks to the ground, "What the hell..."
Before he finished speaking, a table of fourteen people stood up with a "wow", and everyone stared at Huang Wei coldly.
Zhao Tiezhu and Zhang Mingcheng reached out to hold the beer bottle...
Huang Wei's face changed slightly, he was in a dilemma.
Wang Zijin looked at him and sneered: "What's wrong with beating you? Do you want to fight with me or my Wang family? If you fight with me, it's fine. You can try it now? I don't know if your friend dares to do it." Help you, but my friend can beat you to death, believe it or not."
"Either try to fight with the Wang family, see if your father is willing, see if he is willing to lift the table for you and my Wang family. In the next meeting, I may want to move my butt up again. Although my grandfather has retired, But if he comes forward to "prompt" a few words, do you think I will be able to do well at home."
Zhao Tiezhu grinned: "Count me into the Zhao family, anyway, my father and I are the only one."
"Yo, the Huang family is so powerful, they are so scared to death."
"Huang, isn't your uncle working under my grandfather's hands? Take it easy, I haven't had fun for a long time."
"Tsk tsk, I've gained momentum for a few years, so arrogant."
A group of people sneered.
Huang Wei didn't speak for a moment.
The Huang family rose rapidly, but the disadvantages of unstable foundation also followed. Few allies and insufficient connections are the shortcomings that every newly rising family has to admit.
On the other hand, the Wang family, aside from the Dinghaishenzhen, is an old family in the capital, just like an old banyan tree in a courtyard, with deep roots, and you never know where its roots spread.
Allies, in-laws, family friends, protégés... ..thriving.
Let alone a slap, even if he was sent to the hospital, the Huang family might not be willing to confront the Wang family over the table.
"Trash, no wonder you can only make some money through the family relationship. When my pockets are bulging, I feel that I am arrogant on the first day and the second. You really don't know how to write dead words. Let's not mention whether Qin Ze and the Wang family have Relationship, even if there is no relationship, you will be left behind by him for ten years at most, and you will not even be able to see your back. Amethyst Technology is mine, and Dongfeng has my shares. Remember it, and dare to touch me again It’s not a matter of a slap next time.”