Ling Cang breathed a long sigh of relief: "You are really foresight."
"I'm just in case. Even if nothing happens, I can still use it to bring you back from the capital as soon as possible. I didn't expect that it would actually come in handy..." Jiang Mingxian looked at the time and told Ling Cang: " It's still too late. Just wait where you are."
"How did you find me."
"Keep your phone open. I locate through the signal."
A few minutes later, a "boom" sound was heard in the air. A helicopter slowly landed in an open space not far away.
The propeller was still turning and brought up a very strong wind, which caused great pain to the person's face. When Ling Cang ran over in a hurry, he had to lower his head.
The cabin door opened. Two people came down and sent Ling Cang into the cabin: "Mr. Ling. Mr. Jiang asked us to escort you to the capital."
Ling Cang pointed to the mess behind him: "What should we do here?"
"Mr. Jiang has arranged for someone to handle it."
The helicopter soon took off. It carried Ling Cang safely to a high-rise building in the capital. The roof of the building was a helicopter landing pad. After the helicopter landed, Ling Cang looked around and asked casually: "This is Where."
"This is the headquarters of the Jiang family in Beijing." An entourage made a "please" gesture and told Ling Cang: "The car is already waiting below. Mr. Ling, please come with me."
Private aviation in China is not developed. There are few things like rooftop aprons. Even in the capital city where the powerful are gathered, there are only a handful of high-rise buildings with aprons. From this point alone, we can see how powerful the Jiang family is.
Ling Cang smiled and shook his head. He thought to himself: "I am really lucky. I can find an opportunity to invest in such a family."
There was a BMW X5 parked downstairs. After Ling Cang got in, two black Mercedes-Benz cars came in front of each other, sandwiching the X5 in the middle, and started on the road together.
With ten minutes left before the agreed time, Ling Cang finally arrived at the core of China's power. This place was very big. But Ling Cang knew where he should enter. He walked quickly to a small door.
Two armed policemen came over immediately and made a "stop" gesture: "Stop."
"I want to see Mr. Zheng." Ling Cang said in a negotiating tone: "We have already made an appointment. Please inform me."
The other party didn't care what Ling Cang said. He just stretched out his hand and said: "Passport."
"This..." Ling Cang has many other certificates but no pass: "I have an appointment. You'd better go in and report."
The other party stopped talking. He just stood in front of Ling Cang, blocking the entrance.
Seeing the time passing by, he had arrived at the door, but could not get in. Ling Cang sighed helplessly. He wondered if Mr. Zheng was teasing him intentionally.
At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing black-rimmed glasses walked over quickly: "It's Ling Cang, right?"
"Yes." Ling Cang nodded hurriedly: "It's me."
"Mr. Zheng is already waiting. Come with me quickly." The other party said to Ling Cang expressionlessly. Then he nodded at the two armed policemen.
Finally, at six-thirty sharp, Ling Cang arrived at Mr. Zheng’s office.
"You are very punctual." Mr. Zheng looked at the time. He nodded slightly and said, "If you are one minute late, I won't even see you."
There have been so many twists and turns along the way. But it’s useless to talk about it. Mr. Zheng will not give any sympathy. Instead, he will think that he is deliberately emphasizing the difficulties. So Ling Cang just said lightly: "Mr. Zheng is busy with his busy schedule." .I am very happy that you can take the time to see me. How dare you be late..."
Mr. Zheng looked at Ling Cang. He said nothing for a while. After a long time, he nodded and said, "Young man. Not bad. Very promising."
"Mr. Zheng, thank you very much."
"What about your matter? I already understand it more or less..." After a pause, Mr. Zheng continued: "Actually, I only need to make a phone call to get the bank to lend money. But I still want you to come to the capital. Do you know why."
"This... I really can't guess." Ling Cang actually knew very well. Mr. Zheng had something to talk to him. However, in front of such people, he would rather act stupid than show off his cleverness. Otherwise, he would die. Know.
Don't think that you can win the appreciation of those in power by showing off your sharpness and pretending to be cool, and then you can become famous. This kind of bad plot will only exist in bad novels.
In fact, from ancient times to the present, all superiors do not like subordinates who are too smart. Moreover, all superiors must allow themselves to lead the overall situation and let their minds surpass others. As a superior, the most successful The sign is that the subordinates can never guess their inner thoughts. This is exactly what the saying "God's power is unpredictable" means.
"I hope you can explain clearly in person why you need so much money." Mr. Zheng obviously understood everything. He said slowly: "You are different from others. You are the focus of attention. So we need to know that you are here. Do something."
"I want to acquire a company." Ling Cang knew very well that while he was running Century Group, he received protection from the state machinery. But at the same time, he also paid some. For example, in this matter, it would not have caused any problems if it had been anyone else. Come to the higher-ups to pay attention. You are not the same.
"That's all."
Ling Cang smiled and explained vaguely: "Of course there are some personal grudges involved."
This sentence is very level. No matter whether Mr. Zheng knows the details or not, he will not think that Ling Cang has deceived him. Mr. Zheng's expression is very calm. It is difficult to see how much he knows: "It is just a pure business behavior. "
"right."
"Since it has nothing to do with the country, then let me come forward. You must give me a suitable reason."
This is a difficult question to answer. Ling Cang shrugged and said, "Because I can do a lot of things for the country."
"You have indeed done a lot." Mr. Zheng nodded. After thinking for a moment, he told Ling Cang: "You can stay here for now. I will decide tomorrow."
After Mr. Zheng said that, he pressed a button. A staff member came in quickly and took Ling Cang to a guest room.
The guest room is large in size. The decoration is not luxurious, but it is very comfortable. There are lush trees outside the window. Unfortunately, it is getting late now and I can't see the scenery further away.
You should feel honored to be able to spend the night in such a place. However, Ling Cang is very depressed because there is no freedom here. If he only takes a step, there will be countless pairs of eyes staring at him.
In order not to cause trouble for himself, but also to avoid trouble for others, Ling Cang did not go out for a walk. He lay in bed and thought about it.
Soon, Ling Cang understood the real reason why Mr. Zheng met him. That was to imply that he had done too little. Neither those warships nor the Century Group could allow him to gain long-term personal status. At most, support can be exchanged for some kind of shelter. In other words, if someone wants to get rid of you, it will not be that easy. But if you want to use your identity to do something, I'm afraid it will be equally difficult.
If he just made a fortune in silence, Mr. Zheng might happily agree. But he has done too many things, which made some people dissatisfied and thought it was a bit flamboyant. Because of this, Tong Zhengrong would beat the Hong Ming Gang. Warn yourself.
At that time, I pushed back without being soft or hard. Although I didn't see any follow-up actions for the time being, it didn't mean that Mr. Zheng no longer had opinions on me. It was even possible that he had a deeper prejudice because of it.
This is reality. Although it is a bit cruel, it is reality after all.
The problem is that Ling Cang can't do anything now to satisfy Mr. Zheng. Enterprises like Century Group can't just be established to contribute technology and tax revenue. Those warships were built by Delta by taking advantage of historic opportunities. Once you get it, you can't just produce it casually.
Thinking of these, Ling Cang was on pins and needles. He almost wanted to leave, but chose to escape. Finally, Ling Cang realized the four-character mantra: "Love is so bad". He simply pulled the quilt over his head and fell asleep.
The next morning, Ling Cang had just gotten up. Someone knocked on the door.
Ling Cang said: "Please come in."
A waiter came in carrying a tray: "Here is your breakfast."
"Thank you."
"Mr. Zheng personally asked you to eat here." The waiter smiled and said, "You are very lucky. You enjoy the same treatment as the chief."
Ling Cang looked at the tray and found that there was a lot of food, but not much.
What is different from what many people imagine is that the daily diet of chiefs rarely contains delicacies from mountains and seas. Most of them are relatively common. It is characterized by rich varieties. A reasonable combination of fish, fat, grains, etc. to maintain a balanced intake of various nutrients. In addition, it is necessary to Guaranteed no pollution and no pollution.
Ling Cang finished his breakfast and returned the tableware to the waiter. Then he called Su Xinyu: "Guess who I am."
Su Xinyu was playing Tai Chi with Ding Maozhong in the yard. After answering the phone, he was confused: "Who are you?"...
"Ling Cang."
"Oh, it's you..." Su Xinyu was shocked, but on the surface he was calm. He covered the receiver and told Ding Maozhong: "Boss, I'm going out to take a call..."
Ding Maozhong glanced at Su Xinyu: "What's the matter?"
"A friend. He drank too much and got into a fight last night. Now the police station is taking notes."
"Oh." Ding Maozhong just nodded and said nothing.
Su Xinyu walked into the room quickly and asked in a very low voice: "Why do you have my phone number?"
"You checked my affairs so clearly. You also know where I live. What's the point of me asking for your phone number..." Ling Cang couldn't find out Su Xinyu's background. However, he asked Duanmu Quhe to get his contact information. Easy.
"What's your business."
"You and I have a common goal...to defeat Ding Maozhong." After a pause, Ling Cang said word by word: "I now have a very good idea. But I need you to execute it."
Su Xinyu glanced at Ding Maozhong to make sure he hadn't noticed him. Then he asked, "What's your idea?"