Chapter 339 I Have a Tiger Sniffing Roses in My Heart
After simply treating their wounds, Zhang Bei and Ma Changkong walked to the backstage of the Dynasty together. A life-and-death fight quickly heated up the relationship between the two. They were not pretentious or pretentious. Sitting in the office, Zhang Bei said bluntly.
At this stage, the grand plan is not only terminally ill, but also in the stage of alternation between "old and new". Although the Yang family jointly ousted Zhu Yeqing from power, it is undeniable that in recent years, as a
Zhuyeqing, the number one figure in Hongtu, has a reputation that no one can scorn in Hongtu!
The middle and high-level managers she has trained alone are spread across all industries and positions of Hongtu! Although in this interest-based society, everything is based on money, but everyone has a conscience, especially after an old leader has been confirmed, the new leader will
Coming to power will make them uneasy. Getting along is one thing, but more importantly, trust! Besides, is the Yang family's rise to power still so disgraceful?
Then, in order to consolidate their own power and quickly occupy Hongtu, the Yang family must make a major blood change in Hongtu. At this time, Hongtu, who has lost too much blood, is the most sensitive and vulnerable! For example, a woman always has seven or eight in a month.
Tian's irritability period, and that time is always when they are most sensitive and vulnerable! What Zhang Bei and Ma Changkong have to do is to use this opportunity to hit the grand plan with one blow. Even if they cannot uproot it, at least they must
Let him break his muscles...
With common ideals and common enemies, the conversation between Zhang Bei and Ma Changkong was very pleasant. It was not until about four o'clock in the morning that Zhang Bei was hosted by Ma Changkong and rested in a long-term rental hotel next to him.
After a while...
Because he was thinking about how to allocate a large amount of funds to complete the acquisition of Little Snake Tunxiang, which seemed impossible to the outside world, Zhang Bei, who had finished cleaning up before seven o'clock in the morning, was on the high road with the Hunan horse bandits.
The managers hurriedly said goodbye and drove off-road directly to Jiading city.
It wasn't until Zhang Bei's car drove away that Ma Changkong, who had been hiding in the background and hadn't slept all night, walked out of the door and breathed in the fresh air.
"Brother Ma, tell me, is the cooperation this guy said reliable? Why do I always feel that he is setting a trap for us?" Ma Changkong, who was standing next to him, said calmly:
"Su Beihu is a man. If you cooperate with him, I will rest assured. I will inform my brothers to stay at home during this period. Don't go anywhere and wait for my notification..."
"I know Brother Ma... where is the second brother..."
"Hongtu is a piece of fat meat. He Su Beihu wants to eat it, and I, the Ma family, also want it. However, Su Beihu's background is still a bit lacking compared to the Ma family. I will call Changfeng personally right away. This acquisition station,
Look for the opportunity, whoever strikes first will get the most points..."
"I understand Brother Ma..."
...
Zhang Bei, who arrived at Guorui Hotel before eight o'clock, saw Liu Sanye in Tai Chi suit in front of the flower bed in the backyard. He slowly put away his body and stood there feeling the baptism of the morning sun!
After hearing Zhang Bei's rapid footsteps, Mr. Liu slowly opened his eyes, looked at him with a smile, and asked softly:
"Had breakfast?"
"No, Third Master, I'm here this time..."
"What can be more important than eating? Come with me to the back to drink some millet porridge from home..." After saying that, Liu Sanye ignored Zhang Bei and walked straight into the house. Zhang Bei, who was a little impatient, felt helpless.
Follow behind!
Zhang Bei was very anxious after finishing breakfast! Mr. Liu San didn't like talking or discussing things while eating. This was a well-known fact. Even though Zhang Bei had something to say to him, at this point, he still chose to remain silent.
After finishing the meal, Liu Sanye took the towel handed over by the servant and gently wiped the corners of his mouth. He slowly raised his head and said with a kind smile:
"What's the matter? Tell me..." Zhang Bei, whose words were all choked up in his throat, was like a machine gun. He kept talking to Mr. Liu about what he saw, heard and did in downtown Shanghai.
I explained it once, but of course I didn’t mention anything about what happened with Zhuyeqing...
After listening to Zhang Bei's words, Mr. Liu nodded slightly and said softly, "Hmm", and then there was nothing more to say. Zhang Bei, who had been waiting for Mr. Liu to give his opinion, suddenly glanced stupidly and swallowed.
He spat and said softly:
"Third Master, please give me some pertinent advice..."
"You're in love with Bamboo Leaf Green?" Liu Sanye's words immediately made Zhang Bei stunned, hesitating for a long time, and said "hmm"...
"Oh, it's good to be young. It's time for that Medusa to bloom..." After listening to Liu Sanye's words, Zhang Bei couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth in embarrassment. This can be regarded as complying with the old saying: the older you get, the better.
The more coquettish...
"Since everything has been discussed with Changkong, why are you coming to me? Shouldn't you be raising money everywhere at this time? Hongtu's background is not just about the many accounts on the surface..."
"Don't I want to hear your opinion?"
"My opinion? You, Su Beihu, haven't had many incidents in which you became a beauty in anger? My opinion? Who doesn't know in Shanghai now that you are my close disciple and the representative of the new generation of the Jiading Anhui sect. What can I do?
What do you think? The current Anhui faction has mud stuck to its crotch. It’s either shit or shit. Can you hide from it?”
Zhang Bei smiled awkwardly. Liu Sanye's words could be regarded as indirect agreement with his actions, but he still felt a little unhappy.
"What do you mean, sir, I can borrow all the resources and connections in Jiading first?"
"You kid, you are targeting the Anhui faction again..."
"With a business that is guaranteed to make money, how can I forget about my family..."
"You know how to say sarcastic things, how can you lose your money?" Zhang Bei scratched his head and didn't know how to answer the next words.
"Fifty million, when to use it, when to get it, I have no objection to cooperating with Changkong, I trust your temper, but brothers still have to settle accounts, don't lose your life capital for a small profit.
The reason why the higher-ups are turning a blind eye now is because they are no longer satisfied with the current ambition. The joining of emerging forces will also make it easier for them to manage. If you continue to fight for your own interests, the Communist Party will be the butcher's knife.
That’s a sure thing..."
"I understand what you mean, win-win is the last word for development..."
"Well, you don't need to be too aggressive. For such a big move, you must knock off one or two forces and become a mid-stream capital. There will be a government-flavored auction in the Shanghai market next week. Be proactive and don't care about the small money.
People who are doing important things, don’t be so quarrelsome. I won’t talk too much nonsense. I’ll call Xiaoba and Dong Jian over at noon. Let’s have another meal together. I’ll tell you not to scatter my team.”
"This must, must..."
"By the way, I heard that you are not very good at writing with pens, but you are good at writing with calligraphy?"
"Ah? I still learned it when I was in the army. I didn't write it after I changed my job. I can't get into the elegant hall..." As an excellent commander, he must learn to be as calm as water at any time, and then, in Zhang
When Bei entered the army, when Zhang Zhen discovered that he was a good prospect, he asked him to insist on writing the "Military Outline" with a brush every day. At first, Zhang Bei didn't understand what it meant and kept complaining.
When the squad leader asked Zhang Bei to continue this habit and use calligraphy to explain its secrets, Zhang Bei suddenly realized that at that time, even in the wilderness, Zhang Bei, who always had a pen and paper with him, would give himself half an hour.
Time, duty-bound practice calligraphy, so that I can maintain a calm mind in any environment, and this is how I became the international soldier king...
Following closely behind Liu Sanye, Zhang Bei admired Liu Sanye's vigorous and powerful regular script as if he had found a treasure, and carefully savored the profound meaning in it.
"You are the second person besides me to come into this study..."
"Huh? Then Third Master, who is the first person?" Zhang Bei gossiped once.
"Yang Bachen..." Hearing this name, Zhang Bei almost didn't have diabetes. His eyes were a little dull as he looked at Mr. Liu Sanye who was standing there polishing the ink himself. He didn't know how to answer it for a moment, let alone how to ask.
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"Here, write a calligraphy..." Zhang Bei, who suddenly came over, walked to the table in small steps, stretched out his right hand to pick up the expensive brush, and looked sideways at Liu San, who was looking down at the blank rice paper on the table.
Master, calm down the turbulence in your heart and close your eyes tightly. When he opened his eyes again, Zhang Bei's whole temperament had undergone earth-shaking changes. He was like an old monk in trance, without any distracting thoughts in his head. He was dipped in ink.
, his wrist suddenly pressed the brush hard on the rice paper, and the strokes were like running water, all in one go.
Looking at the vigorous and powerful fonts on the desktop, even Mr. Liu Sanye, who has been in the calligraphy world for so many years, couldn't help but secretly applaud. As the saying goes, an expert will know if there is anything as soon as he makes a move. The three-point font that penetrates the back of the paper and penetrates into the wood looks like
It is pleasing to the eye. If Zhang Bei had not shown this talent in front of him personally, Liu Sanye would never have compared such a young man with such an experienced calligraphy.
"Okay, good words, I have a tiger in my heart, smell the rose..." As Mr. Liu Sanye's words of appreciation from the bottom of his heart sounded, Zhang Bei, who was standing next to him, scratched his head in embarrassment and responded softly.
:
"Third Master, thank you very much..."
"This work and this artistic conception are not worthy of Liao Zan... A thousand pieces of gold is not an exaggeration..." Zhang Bei, who rarely hears people praising his handwriting so much, seems a little shy. When he was in the army, because of his veteran
The monster in charge of the class was a role model in front of him. Zhang Bei, who always thought that his handwriting was not very good, has been chasing after him. After changing his career, he was busy developing Parkson and never showed his hand. Then, after hearing Liu Sanye's praise today
, Zhang Bei was very embarrassed.
Holding the piece of rice paper with the words "I have a tiger in my heart, smell the roses carefully", Liu Sanye stood there in a daze, and then couldn't help but say:
"Okay, okay, okay..."
(This unremarkable chapter has indeed buried a few pits. Don’t worry, they are shallow pits. They will be filled in later. I have a tiger in my heart. Smell the roses carefully. This is a sentence that Man Yu has always liked..)