At the Beijing Hotel, Yang Luo sat naked on the sofa in the room with his legs crossed his legs watching TV. There were dozens of beer on the ground at his feet and more than a dozen empty wine bottles, and there were a few side dishes on the coffee table in front of him.

Yao Yuchen sat opposite Yang Luo, as if he was a grievanced woman, staring at Yang Luo with her eyes curled up. In this way, one moves and the other is quiet, and the atmosphere is quite strange.

I don’t know how long it took, but Yao Yuchen couldn’t help it, “Young Master, you are saying something!”

Yang Luo asked with a very strange expression: "What are you saying?"

Yao Yuchen said: "How long has it been, and the other party has not contacted us. You should think of a solution."

Yang Luo rolled his eyes: "What can I do?"

Yao Yuchen's face was full of dark lines: "My coffin has been thrown into it. If it is lost, I will go to your house to eat and live in your house."

When Yang Luo saw Yao Yuchen's mourning face, he smiled like a dead mother, and said, "Don't worry, according to my investigation, Bai Pisong is quite greedy, and he will definitely contact us."

As soon as Yang Luo finished speaking, the door of the room was knocked, and Geng Zhuo walked in, followed by a young man.

The young man was Feng Zheng. He shouted excitedly when he saw Yang Luo, "Brother-in-law, Bai Pisong has contacted me and asked me to meet tomorrow."

Yang Luo nodded: "Then you just talk to him!"

Feng Zheng asked, "How much do you want?"

Yang Luo smiled and said, "Why don't you want it? Business is just bargaining."

"I understand!" Feng Zheng nodded, "You have to tell me the bottom line so that I can have a clear mind."

Yang Luo thought for a while: "Just talk at a premium of 50%.

"No problem!" Feng Zheng agreed excitedly.

Geng Zhuo said: "The things here are almost done, I will go back tomorrow."

Yang Luo said: "Don't be anxious, acting must have a beginning and an end. It will be a climax immediately. If you say you don't act, you won't act. How can you do it?"

Geng Zhuo smiled bitterly, "There are still a lot of things waiting for me in Dahua."

Yang Luo waved his hand: "You can make hundreds of millions of dollars in one or two months. Can you make money when you go back to Dahua?"

Geng Zhuo said: "Aren't this all over?"

"I said, acting must have a beginning and an end. Besides, if you leave like this, how do you explain to the Tourism Committee?" Yang Luo picked up the bottle and took a sip of wine. "You fooled someone for so long, and suddenly patted your butt and left. Have you ever thought about the consequences?"

Geng Zhuo smiled and said, "Anyway, we don't plan to invest in tourism in Beijing, so what are we afraid of? Besides, with you as the boss behind the scenes, there is no need to be afraid."

Yang Luo shook his head: "That's the case, but there is a better way. Why do you have to offend people? And you are really not attracted by this tourism development in the suburbs of Beijing?"

Geng Zhuo said: "Although the group's funds are sufficient,

But taking too much steps will cause you to get rid of the eggs. Even if you have money to treat it, it will leave you with sequelae. To be completely cured, the time and money will be incalculable. So the most important thing now is not to open up new markets, but to consolidate the existing ones and ensure that they can develop healthily in the future."

Yang Luo said: "What you said makes sense, but it is a waste to be idle. You can divest the group's tourism company and reorganize the Jinlong Tourism Group. This is conducive to the survival of the Jinlong brand and the healthy development of the tourism industry."

Geng Zhuo said in contemplation: "Actually, I have had this idea. With the continuous growth of the national economy, people not only pursue material life, but also desire spiritual pleasure. These needs must be the tourism industry to help meet most of the needs. But I think it is not too late to wait for three or two years to enter."

Yang Luo said: "It's not too late, but this opportunity is rare now."

Geng Zhuo said helplessly: "Okay, then I'll stay for a few days and completely solve the time."

Yang Luo said: "That's right. White Pine will definitely open your mouth. We will give compensation according to national regulations. White Pine will definitely not compromise. Then we will throw the problem to the Tourism Committee. If they can solve it, we will continue to invest. If we cannot solve it, we will leave."

Speaking of this, Yang Luo's smirk, "In this way, the white pine will be roasted by us. No matter whether he compromises in the end or not, he will have to be roasted."

Feng Zheng laughed: "What a great achievement to promote the development of tourism in the suburbs of Beijing. I really admire Bai Pisong now. He has the courage to act as a roadblock. This time, let alone his uncle, even if his ancestors crawled out of the grave, they would not be able to save him."

Yao Yuchen also smiled: "White Pie Pine does not compromise. Faced with such a big cake and such dazzling political achievements, those guys in the Tourism Committee will definitely be anxious and fight with White Pie Pine. If White Pie Pine compromises and pays billions of dollars, the second generation behind him will have to peel his skin." After saying that, he gave a thumbs up, "Your wisdom is really this, and I, Lao Yao, I, are you ashamed of."

Yang Luo rolled his eyes: "You might as well call me vicious and vicious and comfortable."

Yao Yuchen laughed again, stood up and said, "I'm leaving, come here to have a drink with you tomorrow."

Yang Luo said angrily: "I don't need you to accompany me, don't bother me."

"I'm leaving too, uncle!" Feng Zheng stood up, "I have to keep my energy and negotiate with Bai Pisong tomorrow."

Yang Luo waved his hand: "Get out!"

Feng Zheng left with a smile, Yang Luo picked up a bottle of beer and handed it to Geng Zhuo: "Drink with me!"

Geng Zhuo took the beer and met Yang Luo: "Do you have any opinions on the restructuring of the travel company?"

Yang Luo took a sip of wine, grabbed a few peanuts and threw them into his mouth, and bit it clattered: "We not only need to be a resource terminal, but also a guest terminal and set up a travel agency. Just like the American Express Company, Thomas Cook Group Company, and the Japanese Transportation Commune. They provide tourists with travel checks and various travel information processing, and have their own direct tourism hotels, tourism transportation systems, tourism financial systems and other industries closely related to tourism." Speaking of this, Yang Luo tilted his head and looked at Geng Zhuo, "We are not short of money, aren't we?"

Geng Zhuo smiled: "We lack everything, but we don't lack money."

"Bang" Yang Luo snapped his fingers, "We will not carry out foreign travel projects for the time being, we will first improve the country. First, build our own hotels in scenic spots, and the environment cannot be too bad. At least four stars are required. Those very famous places must be five stars..."

At the same time, Dongcheng Imperial Nightclub, the one that was smashed by Yang Luo last time. After the newly renovated, the nightclub business is still so popular, and there is no change because of Yang Luo's last crash.

Mr. Yun sat in the elegant private room, reached out and picked up the kettle on the charcoal stove beside him and started washing cups, warming pots, brewing, and making movements.

"One bowl of throat and kiss, two bowls break the loneliness and stuffiness. Three bowls search for dry intestines, but only five thousand volumes of words. Four bowls sweat lightly, and life's injustice will spread to the pores. Five bowls of muscles and bones are clear, and six bowls of immortals..."

Mr. Yun was muttering seven bowls of tea poems, poured the tea into the tea cup, then picked up a cup and handed it to Zhu Weijun, who was sitting opposite him and said nothing.

"How about the Kung Fu tea I made!"

Zhu Weijun picked up the teacup and took a sip, saying, "I really didn't expect that Fatty Yun, you will play shitty kung fu tea."

Mr. Yun smiled, pinched the teacup with his fingers, raised it under his nose and sniffed it, and then took a sip: "Kung Fu tea can nourish the body and condense the energy. In this impetuous society, it will calm you down. Then sip a sip of warm tea soup, or ponder, or enjoy the spirit, or have a moment of leisure, all the flavors of life are between your lips and teeth."

Zhu Weijun curled his lips: "Don't talk nonsense, 500 million is nothing to you. Of course, I will pay interest and return the principal and interest in half a year."

Young Master Yun smiled and poured another cup of tea for Zhu Weijun: "Zhu Lao Er, you said you haven't contacted me for so long. Now you're here to talk about things. Come on, have a tea!"

Zhu Weijun's face suddenly sank: "Fatty Yun, my time is also very precious. Just say, whether to borrow it or not."

"Tsk tsk tsk!" Mr. Yun said with a slight voice, "Why are you still so bad? You should change it, and you should change it, otherwise you will suffer a big loss sooner or later."

Zhu Weijun suddenly stood up on the sofa, looked down at Young Master Yun, his eyes were full of hostility, and he snorted coldly and walked out.

"It's really a villain who is successful and becomes arrogant. Yun Shifei, remember, if the mountains do not turn, we will walk and see."

"Bang!" Zhu Weijun closed the door heavily.

"Squeak...", Yushuai Yun pursed his lips and sucked someone in the teacup into his mouth, and then purred and swallowed.

"What, do you think it's more than ten years ago? Red mouth and white teeth, and only 500 million open the mouth!"

Young Marshal Yun and Zhu Weijun had also had a fight before. Of course, the dealings were also due to interests. The two of them were not unfamiliar with them, but they were not friends.

This time, Zhu Weijun came to Mr. Yun, but he didn't expect that he would really get 500 million, just to try his luck. But he didn't expect that Mr. Yun's attitude of not taking him seriously completely made him angry, but he could only suppress his anger in his heart.

Not to mention his current one, even if he was more than ten years ago, he had to consider it if he wanted to touch Young Marshal Yun. The Yun family is no worse than his Zhu family, and he even faintly suppressed one. As for now, his Zhu family has declined, and the second generation of the Yun family has raised a banner. Although it is incomparable to those days, it is still a giant.

"Babababa..." The private room door was gently knocked.

"Come in!" Mr. Yun picked up the teapot and shouted.

The door was gently pushed open, and a young man with a stingy eye and two beards under his nose walked in: "Young Marshal!"

Mr. Yun did not look up and asked, "What's the news?"

This time, the Tourism Commission's promotion of tourism in the suburbs of Beijing has indeed touched the nerves of many people, and even Young Marshal Yun could not sit still.

The young man said: "The large area of ​​private land and real estate in the suburbs of Beijing has indeed been acquired. One is Feng Zheng, the son of Feng Yuanhang, deputy minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs. He was the first to take action, accounting for more than 60% of the share. The second person is Bai Song, because this guy is vitiligo, many people call him Bai Peak, and he has an agency..."

Mr. Yun waved his hand to interrupt the young man, "I know this person, Bai Pisong, and he has dealt with him. Are there any other ones?"

The young man nodded: "The investment company is Jinlong Group."

Hearing the four people from Jinlong Group, Young Marshal Yun suddenly raised his head: "What is the name of the boss of Jinlong Group? Do you know?"

"Call Geng Zhuo!" said the young man: "The group headquarters is in Dahua."

Young Master Yun narrowed his eyes and a faint smile on his face: "It's interesting, it's interesting!"

The young man asked inexplicably: "What's interesting?"

Young Master Yun smiled and said, "You can't say it, you can't say it, let's wait and watch the fun."

"The one who developed tourism in the suburbs of Beijing..." The young man's words were interrupted by Mr. Yun again. "If you don't participate, you won't fall into the pit dug by someone, that's not fun."
Chapter completed!