Su Hai, Wu Zhou.
The silver Rolls-Royce Silverspirit drove slowly on the busy Zhujiang Road. Passers-by and vehicles would turn around to look at this car that clearly represented status and position, and guess who the owner was. However, they could never guess that the three people sitting inside were so beautiful and unique.
"… Yishan's economic position was originally relatively backward, lacking pillar enterprises and growth points, and the per capita consumption level was not worth mentioning in the entire Jiangdong. Relying solely on the Kong Puzhou Memorial Hall, it might be enough to support the performance of the Hua Ting Hotel in a short period of time, but in the long run, including the development of high-quality tourism and ecological park projects, etc., are far from enough for a five-star hotel to survive, let alone grow and develop. At that time, I wondered why a smart man like Wen Liang would choose such a place and invest nearly 100 million to build a hotel that was destined to disappear. Now think about it, he placed all his bets on the drinking water market. Once successful, it will drive the construction of various supporting facilities and factories around Yishan, thus forming a complete industrial chain of production, supply and sales. By then, the prosperity of Yishan will be unimaginable. Let alone a five-star hotel, even opening another one will be completely affordable!"
The one who spoke was Yan Huangyan, wearing a light yellow top and dark tight jeans, simple yet elegant as always. However, she was able to filter out the truly useful information from the myriad true and false news, and then categorize them into necessary arguments to support her own point of view. She was therefore able to keenly find the true meaning behind Wen Liang's seemingly chaotic layout. She truly deserved the word "extraordinary talent" and was worthy of being the most valued Little Zhuge under Yan Qixiu's command.
As she spoke, she handed over a document and said, "This is the domestic drinking water market survey report for the next ten years that Bai Hu worked on for three nights. From the data we have now, it is very likely that a burst point will be formed in the next two years. Well-known domestic and foreign brands including Wahaha, Pepsi, Master Kong, and Uni-President will launch large-scale marketing activities and launch their latest products. Wen Liang chose to enter the market at this time. From the perspective of timing, it is not just right, but at least not too late."
On the left side of Yan Huangyan, a woman wrapped in a wide black coat was half lying, her long hair was tied up with a white jade hairpin, and her eyes, one bright and one dark, were flashing with a suffocating mystery. It was Yan Qixiu who was hiding in a corner of Jiangnan.
She took it and glanced at it casually. A smile spread across the corners of her lips. She said, "You stayed up all night to make it? Bai Hu hasn't worked so hard for a long time. It seems that she has a good impression of that guy from Qingzhou, ha!"
"Who said it wasn't?" Yan Huangyan smiled and said, "Now when Qingzhou is mentioned, she clamors to go and play with her. But Ziyu loves to tease her the most, saying that Wenliang has countless confidantes. I'm afraid he has long forgotten who she is. Baihu almost cried."
"What do you think of that boy?"
Yan Huangyan asked playfully, "Boss, why are you asking this all of a sudden?"
Yan Qixiu raised her jade legs slightly, and her slender and white toes slowly slid across Yan Huangyan's calves, gently touching the overlapping part between her tight and round thighs, and then rubbed them with a little force, saying, "Just asking casually, why don't you have an answer?"
Feeling the touch from under her body, Yan Huangyan let out a soft gasp from the tip of her nose, and her pretty face was quietly smeared with a layer of graceful rouge. Her legs involuntarily clamped together, just in time to clamp Yan Qixiu's jade feet on the bulge, and with a hum, her whole body softened instantly.
"Wenliang... He is an interesting person, but he is just interesting... Oh..."
Yan Huangyan's hips moved rhythmically back and forth as her toes rubbed against her. After a while, her swan-like neck was raised high, and a long low moan came from the depths of her throat. But no one saw that when her face faced the roof of the car, there was no trace of lust in her eyes, only an indescribable clarity!
As the two women in the back of the car performed a charming scene, Yan Qingluan, who was concentrating on driving, also began to be moved, but still forced herself to endure the itchy feeling in her body and focused on the front. However, unlike before, Wen Liang suddenly appeared in her mind. She had only met him once, but she had heard countless rumors about him. Perhaps other sisters were concerned about his career, his success, and the miracles he created step by step, but she only remembered the young man who dared to offend a frontier official for a prostitute!
Very silly, but cute!
"Boss, how should we deal with the situation in Qingzhou? Should we talk to Wen Liang about cooperation?"
"No, it's not time yet. Let Chique send someone to keep an eye on him and see how big a surprise this kid can give us..."
Guanshan, Baoji Trading Company, third floor.
Inside the general manager's office, Master Buddha was lying on a rattan chair, holding a purple clay peach teapot hand-painted by Fu Baoshi from the Republic of China in one hand, sipping tea from the spout, and with the other hand he opened a copy of the Victory Garland Sutra, studying the scriptures and teachings. His solemn face was filled with the compassion of Buddhism. How could he look like a gangster boss roaming around in the mountains
A middle-aged man pushed the door and walked in. He looked ordinary, wearing a Dacron Zhongshan suit with a Hero brand fountain pen in the left pocket of his shirt. He looked quite rustic, but he had a fair face, no beard, and a well-proportioned body. He was quite unforgettable, especially because of his light footsteps and thick finger joints, which showed that he must have practiced kung fu.
Without even turning his head, Buddha asked, "Old Che, what's the matter?"
Baoji Trading Company is more like the headquarters of Buddha's forces than a formal company. The rules are very strict. If you violate the rules, it is not like other companies where you will be fined or punished. Slapping and beating with sticks are the norm, and cutting off arms and fingers is not unacceptable. What's more, some people come in today and never leave tomorrow. Everyone knows that this is the time when Buddha reads scriptures, and no one dares to disturb them, let alone enter without informing. There are no more than five such people in the whole Baoji.
The middle-aged man, whose full name is Che Xiaoyu, is one of the five! This name sounds a bit sissy, to be honest, Che Xiaoyu is indeed a sissy. In the early 1990s, being gay was no longer a secret or something too shameful. Pai Hsien-yung's "The Wicked Son" was widely circulated privately, and the Beijing Peony Garden was crowded every night. Everyone was used to it and didn't make a fuss about it as if they had caught an alien. Speaking of Che Xiaoyu, he is also a legendary figure. Since he followed Buddha, he has gained some fame in the underworld. With fame, he naturally has no privacy. His sexual orientation was widely publicized by his enemies, and he was nicknamed "Rabbit Husband". If you want to talk about the underworld, you need to have a strong momentum. The names of pheasants and big Bs sound impressive, but calling him Rabbit Husband, isn't that embarrassing? Many people advised Che Xiaoyu to change his name, even if it was to "Gang Hu". Che Xiaoyu said that his name was given by his parents, and he would rather die than give up his name, and then he accepted the nickname silently. Then, within three years, those enemies who mocked him as "Rabbit Husband" were killed or driven away by him, and there was not a single one left. Everyone then realized that this seemingly sissy guy was not sissy at all, so the nickname changed a little, and people called him "Cunning Rabbit with Three Burrows" Che Xiaoyu!
The cunning rabbit, one of the twelve beasts!
"Master Buddha, I just received some information from Gu Shitong, and I think you need to listen to it!"
Buddha frowned and asked, "Who is it about?"
"Qingzhou Wenliang..."
The Buddha couldn't believe his ears and asked, "Who?"
The middle-aged man repeated, "Qingzhou Wenliang!" Then, as if afraid that the Buddha would not remember, he added, "It was the man who shot at you on the Lotus Path in front of the Pufang Temple on Tianlou Mountain!"
The fact that Wen Liang pointed a gun at his head and forced him to lose face in Pufang Temple is a pain that will always be in the Buddha's heart. In addition to Niudao and Ma Chao who were at the scene, another person who knew about this was Che Xiaoyu. Because he was in charge of intelligence gathering among the twelve beasts, these things could not be hidden from him, and there was no need to hide them.
"Is it really him?" The Buddha sat up. Although they had had a violent conflict before and Wen Liang, at such a young age, had given him the most embarrassing experience since his debut, he actually did not take him seriously. After all, a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. All the playboys are like this. No matter who you are, they are not afraid of making things worse. They think they can handle anything in the world with the power of their family. When you meet such a person, you can only sigh that you are unlucky!
Che Xiaoyu took the teapot and scriptures from the Buddha, sat on the sofa next to him, and summarized and refined the information sent by Gu Shitong and the information he had verified through other channels, and told the Buddha in a concise and concise manner. The Buddha was shocked and said, "So that's how it is... I thought that boy was not simple, and it turned out to be true!"
This is purely hindsight, but it is understandable if you think about it. It is better to be slapped in the face by a great man than to be told by a half-grown child. Che Xiaoyu would not expose it. He said, "Now that we know his true identity, there are many ways to find fault with him. Do you want to find a way to teach him a lesson?"
The Buddha's eyes flickered, and after a moment he rejected his proposal, saying, "We have other important things to do. Yishan still has that old fox watching us, so we shouldn't make things complicated. Besides, Gu Shitong has such a big grudge against the Wen family, if he's not anxious, why should we be anxious? Let's wait and see what he plays. Let's just watch the fire from the other side of the river, and it won't be too late to intervene when necessary!"
Che Xiaoyu understood what he meant and said, "Gu Shitong must have no good intentions in coming to tip us off at this time. Does he want to use us as a pawn? Ha!"
Buddha laughed and said, "That's right. Although Lao Gu is very close to us now, we are not on the same path. We still have to keep going. If Minghua has such a big family business, he still has to deal with a half-grown kid. I don't think he will have much of a place in Yu Shao's place."
Che Xiaoyu whispered, "Well, do you want to report this to the village?"
The so-called "from the manor" refers to Zhuang Shaoxuan from Mingwang Mountain Manor. The Buddha hesitated and said, "No need. Young Master Yu has so many important things to worry about. There is no need to bother him with such a small matter."
No. 17, Sanjiawan Hutong, Beijing!
Two days of heavy snow added a bit of snow scenery to this quiet courtyard. Today, as soon as the sky cleared up, several guards took brooms to sweep the snow. Wan Tao, who was wearing glasses, came over and ordered: "Only sweep a small path from the study to the big locust tree, and don't touch the rest. Also, beat the snow on the top of the tree to prevent it from falling and hitting people."
After giving these trivial instructions, Wan Tao pushed the black-framed glasses on his nose, knocked on the door, and when he heard the sound of someone coming in, he pushed the door open and walked in.
Although it was the coldest time of the year outside, the room was warm as spring. Ning Huchen was wearing a thin cashmere sweater and writing attentively. Wan Tao walked to the desk, put the brief in his hand on the upper left corner, and then pressed it with a paperweight. Then he paused, and for some reason he took away the paperweight and put a brief at the bottom to the top.
"What?"
Ning Huchen happened to turn his head and noticed this little action, knowing that this briefing must be something that Wan Tao wanted him to see in advance. Wan Tao hurriedly replied: "It was sent from Qingzhou..."
"Oh, from Qingzhou?" Ning Huchen put down his brush, which was rare, and took the briefing handed over by Wan Tao. He glanced at it, shook his head slightly, and sighed: "Slow, still too slow..."
Wan Tao was a little surprised, because from his perspective, he thought that a young man could achieve such a high level of career in just two years. If it wasn't shocking, it was at least a natural talent. How could it be so slow? If it was so slow, I don't know how many people would be ashamed!
Ning Huchen put down the briefing, walked to the window, and opened the glass window with both hands. The cold wind blew in his face, but he seemed not to feel the cold at all. His old eyes looked in the direction of the Forbidden City:
Time is on the other side! (To be continued)