"Brother Wen, how did you get this information?" Heiba smiled and took a few steps quickly. He wanted to open the car door for Yue Wen, but the doorman was faster than him. "Yes, you can't save this tip." He said. He muttered, pulled out a few bills, and handed them to the doorman with a sad face.
"Be more generous," Yue Wen got into the car, "There are people in the world who earn wages and there are people who earn tips, and there are also ladies from noble families like Shao Yuqiong who were born with a silver spoon in their mouths. Money is something that the more you give, the more it comes. many."
"Remember, money has eight legs. You can never catch it. If you want it to chase you, why do I lack money?!"
Heiba thought, this is really what happened.
"In today's information society, we have smooth connections between mountains and seas and in the capital. But when we get to Xiangjiang, do they think I have nothing to do?"
"Didn't you hire a private detective?" Heiba took out the cigarette and then retracted it automatically.
"Wrong, it's Fuhua!" Yue Wen revealed the answer. The reason why he desperately made friends with Tu Qing was because he had connections in Xiangjiang. Although he was located in a corner of the Qinwan Development Zone, he had acquaintances in every province he went to. Now Xiangjiang is no exception.
The next day, they met up with Saddam and Qu Fengshou, who had arrived, and they went to Guogang Construction together.
At Guogang Construction, they only met Vice President Luan Siyuan.
Luan Siyuan proposed their intention on behalf of Guangang Construction. They actually wanted to own all the shares of Furong Port.
all!
"The lion has a big mouth, and they can really talk!" Saddam cursed angrily after coming out of the headquarters of the National Hong Kong Construction Company in Xiangjiang.
Qu Fengshou looked at Yue Wen, but Yue Wen did not speak.
Heiba was also angry, "Then we might as well sell the Development Zone Working Committee and Management Committee to them. It would be better if we all beat them!"
Mao Siyuan proposed 100% equity, but Yue Wen did not express his position on the spot. When he proposed the development of the port, Mao Siyuan proposed to build three roads: one is the Shugang Railway, the other is the Shugang Expressway, and the other is the Shugang Highway. This road Directly connected to National Highway 401.
This is the proper meaning in the question, and there is nothing wrong with the other party raising it. However, according to Yue Wen's idea, this is all the investor's business. Moreover, the other party wants 100% of the equity and will not leave any points to the development zone. This It's like you have eaten all the meat, and I have to fix the pot for you.
"Depend on!"
Yue Wen raised his eyebrows, "Bago, call Excellence Company. I don't believe it. If Butcher Zhang dies, we still have to eat pigs with hair on them!"
However, what he didn't expect was that the other party, Yang Zhuoyong, was not in Xiangjiang, saying that he had gone to Singapore on urgent business.
When they heard about Singapore, Heiba and others all looked at Yue Wen. Should they go there or not?
"We can't chase him and let him come to Qinwan to find us." Yue Wen rubbed his middle finger and index finger. On cloudy days, these two fingers were particularly painful. Jiang Xiaoyun once introduced him to an acupuncture doctor, but He didn't persist.
Just when they were secretly angry, Excellence Company called, and the company's vice president personally greeted them. First, they visited the company, held a discussion, and then held a banquet in the evening.
On the third day, when Yue Wen was about to leave for Germany, Yang Zhuoyong called Yue Wen's mobile phone.
"Are you Secretary Yue?" Yue Wen used to travel to the south all year round, and this person's accent actually had a strong southern Fujian accent.
"I am." Yue Wen was neither humble nor arrogant.
"Hello, Secretary Yue, my name is Yang Zhuoyong. I'm sorry. I just came back from Singapore, but I'm not in Xiangjiang now. I'm in Shanghai." The other party's voice was very cordial, making people feel a sense of intimacy. "
Can you trouble Secretary Yue to move to Shanghai? We Zhuomo will be fully responsible for the expenses."
Having been a veteran cadre for many years, Yue Wen was very proud, "It's all small money, don't worry about it." When he arrived in Xiangjiang, he even spoke like a gentleman, "No problem, I'll go to Shanghai to visit Mr. Yang."
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Shanghai, airport.
Two Mercedes Benz stopped at the airport pick-up gate.
The pretty little girls holding the Yue Wen brand are all comparable to Victoria's Secret supermodels.
The two girls laughed, causing Hei Ba to become dizzy immediately. A group of four people got into the Mercedes-Benz, with Yue Wen in the front car and the three of them in the back car, and drove directly onto the main road.
"Damn, there is no police car to clear the way." Yue Wen smiled and laughed at himself, "Master, where are we going?"
“Xijiao Hotel.”
"where?"
"Xijiao Hotel." The driver looked at this young face in the reflector. This is not surprising. In this magical city, incredible things happen all the time.
This is the largest five-star garden villa-style state guesthouse in Shanghai. Famous and ancient trees, exotic flowers and plants, pavilions and waterside pavilions dot the 80,000-square-meter lake.
"Okay, Bago, now your wish has come true."
This state guesthouse with a mysterious history of more than 40 years has hosted celebrities and dignitaries at home and abroad, including the Queen of England, the Emperor of Japan, the Prime Minister of Germany, the President of the United States, and the President of Russia. When Yue Wen made a brief introduction, Heiba's two beetles were about to start.
The eyes popped out.
Bright, elegant, and neat. This was Yue Wen's first impression after entering the lobby. Putting down his luggage, Yue Wen asked, "Where is Mr. Yang?" "In Fengyu Pavilion," the assistant looked like a British butler, very gentlemanly.
Zhong said, "Secretary Yue, please."
The group of people walked out of the lobby. Yue Wen looked at Saddam, Qu Fengshou and Hei Ba. He was very satisfied with the expressions on the faces of his three subordinates.
Living with a leader in a place like this gives you some experience. Returning back is also a kind of experience and a kind of capital.
On a winter morning, the sun is shining brightly and the breeze is blowing. Behind the hotel door is a boulevard shaded by green trees. The entire boulevard is lush and green. The sun shines mottledly on the road through the leaves. The green grass is on both sides of the road. Take a deep breath.
After one sip, the air is filled with the faint aroma of green grass, which is refreshing.
"Brother Wen, look, the red-crowned crane!" Hei Ba pointed at the lake.
After passing through a group of buildings nestled in the dense green forest, the clear and beautiful lake, the light and graceful bridge, and the quiet forest path appear in front of you.
Yue Wen smiled and said, "There are more than just red-crowned cranes here."
The sight of exotic flowers and plants, towering ancient trees and rare birds roaming everywhere made Saddam and the other three people point at them for a while. Is this the legendary paradise, a fairyland on earth?
"Oh, it's worth living here for the rest of your life!"
Saddam, who was in his fifties, sighed with emotion, and Heiba immediately said flatteringly, "Shaju, following Secretary Yue, we can't stay in any hotel. As long as we achieve results, there will be many investors vying to hire us!"
This doesn't sound right.
But the words are rough, and the reason is not rough. It is surrounded by trees, flowers, small bridges, and flowing water. Yue Wen would rather live here forever.
However, this is impossible.
However, Yue Wen suddenly became interested in Yang Zhuohuo, who was able to meet them here.