The situation in the East China Sea Dragon Palace is very bad at this time. Almost all the middle and high-level officials are in trouble. The only old man left is Tang Biao. Although Tang Biao's ability has improved in recent years, the maximum limit is
Let him run the East China Sea Dragon Palace, and one of the complicated income channels is okay.
If he were completely allowed to take charge of everything in the East China Sea Dragon Palace, it would be very difficult for him and he would not be able to do it, because he is not a business-oriented talent, and he does not have the ability to communicate with the upper levels.
So in just one day, Tang Biao was already in a hurry. If the East China Sea Dragon Palace is the top of the pyramid, then there are many cornerstones piled below it. It is no exaggeration to say that its secondary industry, if it sets foot in hh city, will cost at least hundreds of
Forty of the industries, some operate independently, and some are cross-shareholdings with other companies, but since Brother Xu entered, troubles have occurred frequently. Freight stations, forest farms, game arcades, underground shopping malls, etc., have happened one after another.
, either they were investigated, or the relevant departments ordered them to make corrections within a time limit, complete this procedure, and obtain that license.
Tang Biao was sitting in Brother Xu's office, with messy hair, smoking a cigarette anxiously, answering the phone, and looking like a rabbit with red eyes.
"Squeak!"
The door was pushed open, and Sister Baobao walked in with a cup of coffee. Tang Biao was stunned for a moment, said a few words on the phone, hung up in a hurry, stood up and said, "Sister-in-law!"
"...Well, let's have a cup of coffee to refresh ourselves!" Sister Baobao forced a smile, put the coffee on the table, and said lightly.
"No more drinking, half a bucket of Nestlé has been filled this moment!!" Tang Biao rubbed his eyes, paused, and continued to ask: "Can't we see Brother Xu???"
"I can see you, but I can't. Brother Xu doesn't want to wake up now!" Sister Baobao smoothed her hair and lowered her head.
"How can this be done!!!" Tang Biao gnashed his teeth sadly.
"Come on, sit down and let's talk!!" Sister Baobao paused and pointed to the sofa. Tang Biao hesitated and slowly sat down.
"...Haha... Biaozi, is there any difference between sitting on the sofa and sitting on that chair?" Sister Baobao blinked her big eyes, looked at Tang Biao, and pointed to the chair behind the desk,
asked casually.
After hearing this, Tang Biao was stunned for a moment, looked at Sister Baobao, remained silent for a long time, and said without any change in his eyes: "Brother Xu asked me to sit there, I will sit there!"
"...Brother Xu, do I want you to sit on the chair?" Sister Baobao continued to ask with an uncomfortable expression.
"...Sister-in-law, I don't quite understand what you mean!" Tang Biao replied.
"Haha...!" Sister Baobao looked at Tang Biao for a long time, smiled, and said nothing.
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Twenty minutes later, Tang Biao walked out of the office expressionlessly, and then walked downstairs.
"What are you doing? Brother Tang!" asked a sales manager on the second floor.
"It's okay, let's go out!" Tang Biao agreed casually. Just as he was about to take out a cigarette, the phone in his pocket rang.
"Hello, hello! Who's there?" Tang Biao answered the phone and asked.
"...I, Tan Yong!!"
"What are you doing for me???" Tang Biao frowned and asked after a pause.
"He has something to tell you!!" Tan Yong said slowly.
"Who has something to tell me??" Tang Biao thought carefully and asked, licking his lips.
"Who are you talking about? Can you stop talking nonsense?"
"...Are you together?" Tang Biao said a little surprised.
"Let's meet and talk. I'll be waiting for you in Private Room 1 of Oriental Dumpling House! Hurry up, I'll have something to do later!" After Tan Yong finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
Tang Biao stood there, staring blankly at the screen of his mobile phone. After thinking about it for a long time, he took a decisive step and rushed downstairs.
...
At the entrance of the Oriental Dumpling House, Tan Yong sat in Yuanyuan's car, pointed at the entrance of the dumpling house, and said slowly: "Let's go in together!"
"Go ahead. It's more appropriate for you to go than for me to go at this time. There are so many people and it's not good for others to see you!" Yuanyuan paused, raised his head and said.
"Okay!" Tan Yong thought for a moment, didn't talk nonsense, opened the door and walked out. After he got off the car, Yuanyuan took out his mobile phone and dialed, and said straight to the point: "He's here!"
"Very good!!" the middle-aged man said in admiration.
Half an hour later, Tang Biao drove his car and slowly stopped at the entrance of the dumpling restaurant. He got out of the car, glanced around, and quickly walked into the hall.
"Hello sir, who are you?"
"I'm looking for someone, you can do your job!" Tang Biao agreed vaguely, then glanced at the private room in the distance and walked over. After arriving at the appointed door, Tang Biao straightened his clothes, opened the door and walked in.
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Inside the room, Tan Yong was drinking barley tea. When he saw Tang Biao come in, he shouted to the waiter outside: "Waiter, serve the food!!"
"Brother Tan!!" Tang Biao nodded, then took off his shoes and walked onto the couch seemingly a little cautiously.
"Haha, sit down!" Tan Yong greeted with a smile and continued: "I don't know what flavor you would like to eat. I ordered half a catty of three delicacies, half a catty of pork and green onions, and some fried liver tips!"
"Okay, I don't have taboos!" Tang Biao took the teapot and filled Tan Yong's water glass again.
"Have you been busy these two days?" Tan Yong lit a cigarette and asked casually.
"Haha!" Tang Biao smiled and said nothing.
"He asked me to bring you a message. I haven't had time, so I just have time to ask you out today!" Tan Yong said directly.
"Trouble...Brother Tan! To tell you the truth, I'm just waiting for his instructions!" Tang Biao touched his unshaven chin and bared his teeth.
"...He means to lean on that Leilei!" Tan Yong paused and said straight to the point.
"Lean on him??? What do you mean??" After hearing this, Tang Biao was stunned for seven or eight seconds and asked in confusion.
"...Haha, let's eat the food first and chat while eating!" The waiter came in and served the food. Tan Yong took out his chopsticks and said casually while stirring the minced garlic.
Tang Biao frowned, looked at Tan Yong, and poured vinegar into the plate absentmindedly...
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At the old Caesar Palace store in Shenyang, Ma Mian, Dakang, and Chenchen were drinking tea and playing poker in the lounge.
"Squeak!"
The door was pushed open, and Wang Mumu bared his teeth and walked in carrying documents.
"Hey, isn't this Chairman?? I heard that this afternoon, you and Brother Fei were shouting and talking to each other??" The pock-marked face glanced at him, and he looked like he had no good intentions.
"Don't stir up the long-lasting relationship between the chairman and the boss!" Wang Mumu said, then raised his hand, grabbed the cards in my hand very cheaply, continued to mess around on the table, and said lightly:
"It's all business! Come on, sit down in a row for me. I'm going to convene the 16th Three Blacks Plenary Session...!"