On the phone, Ding Yi smiled and said, "Brother Fu, what are you doing? Why did you answer the phone for so long?"
Fu Hua smiled: "Ding Yi, is there anything you want to do with me?"
Ding Yi said, "My father asked me to ask you, is there any arrangements for the evening?"
Fu Hua said: "There are no arrangements at the moment, why did Ding Dong arrive in Beijing?"
Ding Yi said: "Yes, we are now in Beijing. In the evening, my dad will ask Pan Tao, the CEO of Summit Securities, to ask Brother Fu to accompany him."
Fu Hua smiled: "Have you met Pan Tao?"
Ding Yi smiled and said: "I have seen it. My father and I are here to discuss the sponsor contract with Summit Securities. How can we not meet."
Fu Hua smiled slyly and said: "Then Pan Tao is very enthusiastic to you
Ding Yi said: "Yes, very enthusiastic, and it makes people very uncomfortable. Hey, what do you mean by that?"
Fu Hua didn't want to reveal Pan Tao's hobby of male style, so he smiled and said: "It's not interesting, just enthusiasm. Then director Jia will go?"
Ding Yi said: "Director Jia has other social gatherings and can't get away."
Fu Hua doesn't like Pan Tao. Since Jia Hao won't go, Ding Yi and his son have joined Pan Tao again. He doesn't want to attend this banquet: "If Director Jia is not going, I won't go.
Ding Yi said, "Don't, my father has something else to ask you."
It's not easy for Fu Hua to refuse now, and said, "Where are you going? Go to the Beijing Hotel?"
Ding Yi smiled: "Still at the Beijing Hotel, but not going to eat Tan Jiacai. Pan Tao said that at Raffles' Jia'an restaurant, I will go to eat French food."
Fu Hua smiled: "You are still rich in the company and choose a good place to eat."
Ding Yi said, "The private room has been booked, and I will wait for you at seven o'clock in the evening."
In the evening, Fu Hua came to Raffles’s Jia’an restaurant by appointment. The interior decoration of the restaurant is simple yet elegant, full of nostalgia. The unique windows and exquisite crystal lamps complement each other, and the traces of the years can be found everywhere. The 1924 dancing floor and an antique black piano displayed in the main hall of the restaurant are the most dazzling features of the restaurant, making dining here feel like walking in the historical corridor. Everything in the restaurant has been carefully designed, so Fu Hua was immediately infected by the warm and elegant atmosphere.
Fu Hua never thought that Pan Tao would like such a place full of literary and artistic atmosphere. It is an elegant and playful place, which is very suitable for whispering among lovers.
Fu Hua was led into the box and saw that Ding Jiang and his son and Pan Tao were already present. Pan Tao saw Fu Hua, smiled and shook hands with him, and said, "Little Fu is here."
Fu Hua lightly shook Pan Tao's fingertips, then exaggeratedly pointed to the dazzling array of tableware on the table, and smiled and said, "Pan, how do you use so many tableware?" Tao's possible entanglement.
Pan Tao smiled: "Simple, use from the outside to the inside, one dish and one set of tableware, I have already designed it for you."
Ding Jiang smiled and said: "This Frenchman is not afraid of trouble, as we Chinese have solved all problems with a pair of chopsticks."
Pan Tao smiled and said, "Ding Dong, we Chinese eat just as we eat. We can't play with the atmosphere of the French. You see, the atmosphere here is good."
Fu Hua suddenly understood why Pan Tao liked this place. It was really suitable for him to lead the kind of custard niche to play with, eat and eat.
After an aperitif, he was served a cold dish. Fu Hua smiled and said: "I haven't congratulated Ding Dong on officially launching the company's listing."
Ding Jiang smiled and said: "The start is just the first step in the Long March. Whether it can go smoothly depends on Mr. Pan."
Pan Tao smiled: "Dong Dong, why do you insist on worshipping me as a fake monk without asking for the true Buddha? This matter depends on Director Jia. I and you are in the same camp, and I hope you too all the best."
Ding Jiang smiled and said: "Director Jia’s place is very important. I know, Mr. Pan, you have to help us here. Besides, you are introduced to us by Director Jia. You are more familiar with Director Jia than we are. Don't forget to remind us of what job you are."
Pan Tao said: "To be honest, Director Jia is a decent person, and he is not very good at communicating. However, he also has a preference for even a decent person. Think about what Director Jia likes. To communicate in this direction, things are much simpler. Up."
Ding Jiang smiled and said, "I only know that Director Jia likes Peking Opera. I really don't know what he likes."
Pan Tao smiled: "Don't you know this is enough, just do what you like, do what you like."
Ding Jiang smiled: "How can I do what I like? I invite Director Jia to watch Peking Opera? Even if I invite the four famous men and four old students to sing a meeting for Director Jia, he probably won't do it for my company. It's a green light for listing."
Fu Hua smiled and said: "My brother looks very strict. As long as Ding Dong, your company is okay, the listing should be passed. There is no need to do so many tricks, right?"
Pan Tao glanced at Fu Hua: "Little Fu, you think too simple."
Ding Jiang agreed and said: "Yes, I have made great efforts to go public this time. I can't be negligent. I want to do everything to perfection. Mr. Pan, you help me think about it. I will treat you badly."
Pan Tao smiled: "I know a piece of information. I want to help Director Jia a wish. I wonder if Ding Dong is willing to join the game?"
Ding Jiang smiled: "I'm too willing, let's talk, what do I want to do?"
Pan Tao said: "I know that Director Jia really likes Peking opera, and he likes it to the bottom of his bones. In private, he likes to write Peking opera scripts. I wonder if I choose a Peking opera script written by Director Jia and find a troupe to rehearse. , The official performance, let Director Jia live through the addiction of playing tickets."
Fu Hua laughed. He knew how high Jia Hao’s Peking Opera is. It’s not that simple to get him to come up with a Peking Opera script. It includes Sheng Dan Jing Mo Chou, Wu Xing, Long Tao Qixing requires deep knowledge in literature, performance, singing, music and many other aspects. Even if Jia Hao played a ticket, he wouldn't have played such a big game.
Fu Hua said: "Pan, your idea is too absurd, I don't think my senior will accept it at all."
Ding Jiang's eyes brightened and he said, "Brother Fu, I think Mr. Pan's idea is very creative. You are not Director Jia. How do you know that he will not accept it?"
Fu Hua glanced at Ding Jiang and said, "Ding Dong, you have also heard Peking opera. You should know what Peking opera includes and how difficult it is to write a Peking opera script. Even if it is a good thing, my brother doesn’t have so much effort to go. Write it."
Ding Jiang shook his head, "Otherwise, no matter how difficult it is, the scripts are all written by people. Besides, Director Jia may have written scripts long ago, and maybe he is willing to share them with the public."
Pan Tao said with a smile: "It's okay to try it. This is an elegant thing. If it can be promoted, it will be a good story."
Fu Hua said: "I always feel that my senior will not accept it. Anyway, I will not participate in this matter."
Ding Jiang said: "Pan is right, this is an elegant thing, and I will try my best to make it happen."
Seeing that he couldn't stop Ding Jiang, Fu Hua smiled and said nothing. He thought in his heart that Jia Hao was a wise man, and he would definitely not play this absurd ticket.
A few people put this topic on hold, Ding Jiang and Ding Yi asked a few more questions that should be paid attention to when listing, and the feast was over. A few people left the Beijing Hotel and put Pan Tao in the car and left. Fu Hua then walked to his car and wanted to go back.
Ding Jiang said behind him: "Brother Fu, I have something to tell you."
Fu Hua turned around and smiled and said, "What does Ding Dong have to order?"
Ding Jiang smiled: "How dare I tell Brother Fu, there is something to ask. Ding Yi is going to stay in Beijing and go public during this time. He is not familiar with Beijing. Please take care of him."
Fu Hua smiled and said: "If I can help Ding Yi for a small matter, I will definitely help, Ding Dong, don't worry."
Ding Yi smiled and said, "Since Brother Fu has agreed, something will be in trouble."
Fu Hua smiled and said, "Let's talk about it, what's the matter?"
Ding Yi said, "I don't like staying in hotels, can I move to Brother Fu?"
Fu Hua said: "This is a trivial matter, but my condition is rudimentary, I'm afraid it will slow down."
Ding Yi smiled and said, "I'm willing to live with you."
Fu Hua said, "Then move in. Anyway, there are rooms available in the office."
Ding Yi said, "Then I will move in tomorrow."
The three broke up. Fu Hua drove back to the Beijing Office. After parking the car, Fu Hua walked to his residence. When passing under the locust tree in the courtyard, a leaf fell on Fu Hua's head. Fu Hua felt a burst of autumn. Xiao Se, Xin said that the so-called Yiye Zhiqiu refers to this.
Fu Hua brushed the leaves on his head and glanced at the locust tree inadvertently. Suddenly he felt that there was a woman's figure standing under the locust tree, erratic and gloomy, the words that flashed in Fu Hua's mind. Yes, the ghost, the hairs all over his body stood up, and goose bumps appeared.
Fu Hua exclaimed: "Who is there?"
The figure seemed to smile bitterly, and then dispersed like smoke being blown by the wind. Fu Hua was terrified, trembling all over, unable to move a step.
Luo Yu in the room heard Fu Hua's voice, opened the door and walked out. He saw Fu Hua asking, "Who are you talking to, Director Fu?"
Seeing someone coming out, Fu Hua calmed down and said, "I think there seems to be someone under the locust tree just now?"
Luo Yu turned on the lights in the yard, and there was nothing under the locust tree under the lights, so he smiled and said, "No one, Director Fu, you are wrong."
Fu Hua was convinced that he did see a shadow, but under the bright light in front of him, there was nothing under the locust tree, so he smiled and said, "Maybe it's because I am blind."
After returning to the room, Fu Hua found that his whole body was sweaty. He was very surprised at what he saw. He was an atheist and didn't believe in the existence of ghosts in this world, but what he saw just now. He couldn't find the answer.
That night, Fu Hua closed his eyes and felt that figure was looking at him beside his bed. When he opened his eyes, there was nothing in the room. In order to make him feel at ease, he had to turn on the light all night, and it was dimly lit until dawn. Fell asleep.