Bi Ziwen, who was sitting in the Bentley, called three times in a row, but the call was not connected. He gritted his teeth, made a sound, and leaned on the seat tiredly, without saying a word...
"Beep bell bell!!"
The phone rang again. Bi Ziwen opened the phone irritably and saw that it was Liu Laojiu's number. He frowned and slowly answered the phone: "Hello?"
"Brother Wen...Wen...?" Liu Laojiu is born with a low-income mentality. He can play rogue and shameless with Fan Minqing, but when he meets someone like Bi Ziwen, he will instinctively become nervous...
"Is something wrong?" Bi Ziwen asked in an emotionless voice.
"Brother Wen...the factory director's phone number couldn't be reached...that's why I called you...!" Liu Laojiu quickly explained that he was afraid that the factory director would misunderstand him, so he contacted Bi Ziwen privately across the pot, table and kang.
"His phone may never get through...!" Bi Ziwen sighed and said slowly.
"What do you mean?" Liu Laojiu asked weakly.
"He went to Zhejiang to deal with some matters. If anything happens in the future, please call me!" Bi Ziwen rubbed his temples and said casually.
"...Then what can I say?"
"If you don't tell me, I have to wait for you to brew for a few hours? You should hurry up!" Bi Ziwen cursed irritably.
"Oh, that's it. Originally, I wanted to squeeze out Huiyuan next to me this year. The Land Bureau also said hello, but I didn't expect that Fan Minqing didn't know who to ask for help. He met the boss of Caesar and just yesterday, he asked me to
Some friends beat me up!" Liu Laojiu said quickly without daring to write.
"What did you say?? Who did JB Fan Heqing look for??" Bi Ziwen was stunned for a moment, raised his voice, and asked with a frown.
“Caesar’s boss??”
"Are you sure?" Bi Ziwen asked again.
"Well, are you sure? What's wrong??" Liu Laojiu asked confused.
"...Nothing!" Bi Ziwen was silent and said lightly.
"What about what's going on here? What do you think?..." Liu Laojiu asked tentatively.
"You're so fucking stupid!! He's already fucked your wife, and you're still standing on the kang, handing him tissues!?? Just as he's beating you, you're going to beat him too?? What the hell do you have to say about this?
Did I say that?" Bi Ziwen got angry out of nowhere and cursed a little rudely.
"..." Liu Laojiu listened to the phone and did not dare to say a word.
"Okay, that's it!" Bi Ziwen hung up the phone directly, leaned against the seat again, and lay down.
…
Five minutes later, the Bentley was still parked downstairs at Qingshi High-tech. Inside the luxurious car, there was silence. Bi Ziwen raised his head, lay on the seat, sighed, and said lightly: "I'm so out of control...!"
"
"Wang Baishi, I still haven't seen you?" After listening to Bi Ziwen's words, the driver was silent for a moment and asked slowly.
"For a month, I was like a dog, running around wagging my tail every day, but Wang Baishi would rather throw away a smelly bone than give it to me... Haha!" Bi Ziwen looked out the car window with red eyes.
The skyscrapers with dozens of floors and the busy crowd in the hall were silent for a long time, and they slowly said: "No matter how good Beijing is... it is not home!!"
"Do you want to go back??" the driver asked again.
"Haha, Meng Fei started grabbing food from my bowl. If he doesn't go back, he won't be able to get the shares in Beijing. If the people in Shenyang forget me again, what will I do? Starve to death?" Bi Ziwen blinked,
Speak slowly.
"...The conflict of interest has reached the point of directly confronting Meng Fei?" Although the driver asked in a questioning tone, the underlying meaning was to persuade.
"Don't you see? Caesar's stall is getting bigger and bigger, and it has begun to diversify its business. Although it is our old path, in less than a year, Meng Fei's wallet will be as thick as yours and mine.
If there is another conflict of interest, do you think Meng Fei is a spoiled parent?" Bi Ziwen gritted his teeth and said.
"Are you ready??" the driver frowned and asked a little worriedly.
"Haha, I, Bi Ziwen, have grown from nothing to hundreds of millions. Don't I have this foresight yet? In fact, a month ago, I knew that I would not be able to get shares from Wang Baishi...!" Bi Ziwen
Said something self-deprecatingly.
"So? Are you prepared??"
"Tomorrow, clear out the companies in your hands, pack your things, and go home!!" Bi Ziwen chirped but said nothing.
The driver was silent for a long time, nodded, stopped talking, and drove away.
…
At 8:30 in the evening, the city bureau’s party ended. Guan Yu, I, Director He of the city bureau, a political commissar, two deputy directors, and two police station directors went to the Renjian Delicious Restaurant to prepare a simple meal.
A casual meal.
In the car, I acted as the driver, driving the Land Rover, pulling Director He and Guan Yu along the streets.
"Xiao Meng, on behalf of the city bureau, I would like to thank your company for providing the venue and warm hospitality!" I hate dealing with people like Director He the most. He always talks without focus. There are only three fucking people in the car. You are acting.
Who should I show it to?
"Well, since we have this condition, we should do our little bit for the hard-working public security officers in the city!" I nodded and said with a smile.
Director He listened to what I said and looked around the car. Then he patted the leather seat and asked with a smile: "Xiao Meng? What kind of car is this?"
I was stunned when I heard Director He's words, and then immediately said with a smile: "Land Rover!"
"Is this car expensive? How much does it cost?" Director He asked casually again.
"More than 600,000!" I laughed a little embarrassed.
"Is it so expensive?? Tsk tsk... Seeing that there is no Xiaoguan, it's better to be a businessman. When will a civil servant be able to drive a car worth 600,000?? Even the mayor's official car is only an A6.
Ah!" Director He looked at Guan Yu and said with a smile.
I fell silent again, already understanding in my heart what Director He meant by these two sentences.
"Haha, Uncle He, it's no longer like eight years ago. Even a person who hasn't graduated from junior high school can become a millionaire. As the country develops, all markets are close to saturation. It's not that easy to do some business!! You need to consider it.
Public opinion must also consider employees, company development, and future plans. When driving a car worth 600,000 yuan, you have to worry about 600,000 yuan, so there is nothing to say!" Guan Yu intervened and started to talk to Xini.
.
"Hey, what's your relationship with Xiao Meng?" Director He nodded and asked with interest.
Guan Yu was stunned for a moment, then replied: "Are they friends? What's wrong?"
"Oh, he's a friend!! No wonder, you know how intolerant he is in business, but those of us who don't know, don't know, and think he makes money easily, haha!" Director He said casually
, no more talking.
Guan Yu was stunned and silent after hearing this. He understood, and so did I. In fact, what Director He meant was that the things you Caesar did may not be that serious or that bad, but the citizens don’t know.
!!Ordinary people don’t know either!!
In their impression, those who work in entertainment venues must be running illegal projects, and you, Meng Fei, who is twenty years old and drives a car worth 600,000 yuan, are just telling others that you are fucking rich.
And it’s not the right way…
I was driving in front, thinking about Director He's words in my heart, nodded, and said sincerely: "Thank you, Uncle He!"
"Haha, I just want to chatter a few words...!" Director He smiled and nodded, but still said casually.