Two days later, Dakang and I had a lot of connections, but Feng Zheng was very stubborn and no one could talk to him. We couldn't see Guangzi at all, and we didn't even know if he was in the public security hospital.
Dakang promised me that Ma Fei and the others were blocked, and he was always angry, so he would not take the initiative to talk to Ma Fei. And I didn't talk to Ma Fei about it. I was going to wait for him to take the initiative to talk to me. Look.
How did he say.
The atmosphere at Caesar's is quite subtle now. In the past, Gao Dong and Fu Xin would often meet Ma Mian or Lao San to drink and chat, but since Dakang had a quarrel with Ma Mian in the hotel, such activities have obviously become less frequent, and Mumu has also not
I don't know if Zhang Lu really needs 25 hours a day care, or if he simply doesn't want to come back. Anyway, spending time in the hospital every day is like practicing the Sunflower Book in seclusion.
In two days, there has been no progress on Photon's matter. Although the conflict at home is not on the surface, the estrangement in my heart has arisen. This is not a damn good phenomenon, but I don't know how to resolve it now. I feel like I am about to be violently...
When tearing it apart from the middle, I suddenly remembered the conflicts between Wang Teng, Hong Tao, Xu Ge, and Li Meng when they first joined Bruce. How similar was the state at that time to today's Caesar???
It is precisely because of this contradiction that so many stories have been triggered, and the person in the nursing home has been forced to step behind the scenes.
Sitting in the office, the more I thought about it, the more irritated I became. I couldn't sit still anymore. I picked up my mobile phone and a cigarette, locked the door, and walked out. When I got to the corridor, I happened to meet Tianyang who had just returned from Binbin and Zhouzhou.
, and Dakang, who drank more than one meal.
"Why are you two back?" I raised my head and asked.
"Brother Kang said you were in a bad mood and asked me to come back and have a drink with you!" Tianyang said, scratching his head.
"...You two are getting better and better. I will train you. Let's go!" I looked at them and felt a little better. I put my arms around my neck and walked out of Caesars with them.
Half an hour later, the three of us arrived at a new concept Sichuan restaurant called Spicy Flavor. Forgive me for being vulgar, I still don’t understand why restaurants like it now. The name includes the words “new concept”, which is the same as
Every night at 7 o'clock in the evening, the four-character news broadcast has a row of Chinese pinyin below it. It is completely unnecessary and inconsistent.
However, this game is indeed a bit evil. They all have the same dishes, plus the words "new concept". The business is really good. When we came, there were almost no empty seats in the lobby. If you want to eat, you have to get your order next to the machine.
queue!!
Dakang, who was already a little confused after drinking, was furious. As a member of the underworld, why should he queue up? He bought it in one step and dragged the manager to the edge of the bar. Dakang bared his teeth and said,
He said fiercely: "Who doesn't know me??"
"...Haha...Sir, although I don't know your name, I know you are God!" The manager was stunned for a moment, then said with a eloquent smile.
"God is fucking angry now!" Dakang said a little drunkenly.
"...What's wrong?"
"I am Caesar Dakang. I don't want to queue up. Can I solve the problem of eating in three seconds?" Dakang blinked and said confidently.
"Sir, I'm sorry, there are too many people, so I have to queue up according to the number!"
"Have you heard of Caesar??"
"Yeah, I've heard of it!"
“Dakang, have you heard of it??”
"Yeah, I've heard of it!"
“Then do we still have to queue?”
"Yes!" the manager said with a smile and nod.
"...Do you know that you are using my face as a shoe mat?" Dakang was stunned for a long time and asked, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Haha!" Tianyang and I sat on the sofa and looked at Dakang with joy. We felt that this man, Bao Gongkang, was quite cute with his energy.
"God, have you ever heard of the city government?" the manager asked.
"I've heard of it!" Dakang nodded.
"The city government has a mayor, and the mayor has a brother-in-law. The brother-in-law opened a spicy new concept Sichuan restaurant. Have you heard of it?" the manager continued to ask.
"This one??" Dakang was a little dumbfounded.
"Yes, God!"
"Oh, then bring me three glasses of juice, and I'll continue lining up!" Dakang turned around and left.
"God be prepared!" the manager said, bending down.
"Ha ha!"
Tianyang and I burst into laughter, and Dakang wandered over, sat down next to me, waved his hands in a proud manner, and even boasted: "I used to have an older brother behind me who opened a restaurant.
Can I mean it? I threw away five thousand yuan!"
"Well, five thousand yuan bought three glasses of juice! Brother Kang, you are rich!" Tianyang said angrily.
"Haha!" I laughed again, and Dakang looked at us sideways, pretending not to hear.
After forty minutes of fussing, the three of us finished lining up and were assigned to a private room on the second floor according to numbers. After entering, I ordered seven or eight dishes and ordered two cases of beer.
"**, who are you drinking to death?" Dakang was already sober from waiting.
"...Both boxes are gone! You can go home now. Come on, let's get started!" I rolled up my sleeves, took two bites of food to suppress my stomach, and then started getting started with them.
...
On the other side, in the office of the manager of Hengyuan Company, the pockmarked man frowned and looked at the newly brought bidding plan, and asked slowly: "Who should make this?"
"...Mr. Ma, what's wrong?" The middle-aged man in his thirties standing across from the desk asked towards the pockmarked face.
"Have you read it?" Pockmarked asked, holding the plan in his hand and raising his head.
"Look!"
"Were you really the project manager of Dasheng Real Estate before??" The pockmarked face raised his head and asked in a very confused voice.
"Yes...yes!"
"Yes, you just give me such a toy?? According to this price, what do I want your project department to do?? Your mission is to spend the fucking minimum money and get the best!!
Have you ever seen anyone who knows how to do business and use gold bricks to buy toilets??" The pockmarked face was full of anger, and he made a paper ball for the plan and threw it directly on the middle-aged face.
"No, Mr. Ma, good land is a tacit thing. Bidding is just a matter of procedure... When I was at Dasheng Real Estate...!" the middle-aged man explained with all his strength.
"How much do you charge at Dasheng Real Estate?? How much the hell do I charge you?? Others follow the program, what do you do with those two legs?? What I want to see is your working ability! Not him
Mom, I see you are writing some plans that no one can understand in such a hazy manner!!" The pockmarked face directly interrupted the middle-aged man's words and scolded him.
The middle-aged man lowered his head and said nothing.
"I won't embarrass you. For those two target areas, at least you can enter the bidding for me. I don't want to hear your difficulties, I only want to see the results! Okay, you can go out!" He waved his hand with a pockmarked face.
The middle-aged man took the paper dumplings, sighed, and walked out of the office.
"Oh, these people are really bad. They just point at their waists to get some strength. Damn, all their lumbar muscles are strained. Damn it!" The pock-marked man rubbed his cheeks vigorously and sighed.
"Beep bell bell!"
The cell phone on the table rang, and the pockmarked man took a sip of water and picked it up.
"Hey, Brother Ma, what are you busy with?"
"It's okay, I'm at the company!"
"Why don't you come over and have a meal together?" Ha Yijian, the "talented man", invited.
"Who are they?"
"No one, just two friends who want to talk to you about something!"
"Okay, send the address to my mobile phone, I'll go there now!" Pockmarked was silent for a moment, then nodded in agreement.
ps: Khan, I drank too much last night and set the wrong time. I posted an hour late. Please forgive me!