After listening to Zhang Qi's words, Xia Chen couldn't help but feel happy. He asked, "Is there nothing big going on?"
Pulling out a chair and sitting down, Zhang Qi was no longer as restrained when he met Xia Chen now as when he first met him. He said cheerfully: "That's definitely not the case. The people I'm connecting with are all old neighbors.
, I made it clear to them in advance, and except for Zhao Yonggang, the others were just intimidated and not to take action.
It’s just that the president is not living up to expectations. He knows that something will happen today, so don’t be a big fan. He is a bad guy. He speaks in broken Cantonese and talks to the workers and masters about his own goals.
It's so big that the workers and masters really don't know whether to laugh or cry.
The old woman couldn't stand it any longer, so she picked up a rotten persimmon and gave him a wake-up call. Finally, the president understood, but it was too late, and he started running desperately, even losing one of his shoes."
"Hahahaha..." Xia Chen laughed so hard: "It would be embarrassing to let this girl act again. What happened next? What happened next?"
He took out a box of Hongtashan, pulled out two sticks, and handed one to Xia Chen. Zhang Qi said with a smile: "Everyone accused Liu Baoli of selling off public property privately and attacking him in groups, regardless of everyone's life and death. Old bastard
Dan wanted to explain, but was beaten away by the workers.
That Zhao Yonggang had the workers beat him up and was sent to the hospital. According to your wishes, I asked everyone to hold banners and go to the district to petition, and I guess they have already arrived in the district by now."
Xia Chen lit the cigarette, took a puff and said, "That's it for now, and then we'll just wait and see what happens."
Zhang Qi said hello, said goodbye and left.
In the luxurious suite of Beijing Hotel, the president sat dejectedly on the sofa.
Seeing his embarrassed appearance with disheveled clothes and tomato juice and egg liquid all over his head and face, Zhao Xuening next to him almost burst out laughing and felt a little distressed.
Sighing, Sister Xue Ning pulled Lao He up and pushed him into the bathroom, saying, "Don't cry so much now. Let me wash away all the stench from your body first."
The president is helpless, the president is ashamed, the president is losing strands of hair...
The plot, which was originally well designed, suddenly went off the rails. He still doesn't think it was because of his poor acting skills, but because the extras were so unprofessional.
You should wait until I finish speaking before attacking. It's too frustrating.
Even if you don't want to listen to me, let me show my head office, right?
I had just figured out the temperament of a playboy, and before I could even finish a sentence, the persimmon was thrown in my face, "Zhang Qi, you bastard, where did you find the extras?"
Do you still have any artistic ethics? Do you follow some rules?
Three times, five times and two times, he stripped himself into a naked pig, stood under the shower, and turned on the faucet.
Wow!
Fine warm water pours down.
The president looked down and remembered Mr. Xia's words again, "Good guy, you are such a good guy."
Then he immediately became excited. The president remembered the small advertisements that Lao Biao sent over. Of course, the content of the advertisements was not important. What was important was that those paintings were so shocking. There were layers of red bumps on the roots.
They were all rotten, and some even had pus flowing from their heads.
The last one is even more disgusting, with pus and sores...
The manager has been nauseated these days when he saw honey-glazed yams, and his favorite fish-flavored shredded pork no longer tastes good.
Xia Chen, I really want to hack you to death!
Liu Baoli was no better than the president. He was sitting in his office, covering his head and groaning. He was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger. He had scolded the ancestors of the workers who had caused the trouble for eight generations.
The female secretary was so frightened that she trembled.
But when he thought of the He family boy's urgent words and his eagerness to pay immediately to move the production line, Liu Baoli felt that his forehead didn't seem to hurt that much anymore, and his heart felt even hotter.
He thought of Zhao Yonggang again, raised his head and asked his secretary: "How is Xiao Zhao doing now?"
The secretary is a girl in her mid-twenties, wearing a floral skirt and high heels. She is a coquettish type, and she is the type that is both competent and capable.
Hearing this, she smiled and said, "I sent him to the hospital. I think there shouldn't be much of a problem."
Liu Baoli nodded, Xiao Zhao, you have been wronged, but I will not let you suffer this grievance in vain.
When Zhao Yonggang approached Liu Baoli two days ago, he said with certainty that the other party was from the He family. He had a lot of money in his pocket, but he didn't have much time to spend in the capital. He asked for a quick transaction and a quick evacuation. Factory Director Liu
If you want to play this big game, let's make a quick decision.
Liu Baoli calculated it and found that the two production lines that the boy from the He family was interested in were just imported from Germany at the beginning of this year. At that time, he begged his grandfather and grandma to get a loan from the bank. They were introduced to allow the factory to switch production smoothly.
Received more than 400,000 US dollars.
Since these two production lines were put into production, except for two turns during the debugging stage, they have been left in the workshop since then. They are almost the same as brand new ones.
Since the boy surnamed He has taken a fancy to it, there is nothing wrong with selling it to him. When the time comes, the authorities will investigate and just use two old production lines to support one.
Liu Baoli inquired about Zhao Yonggang and found that he was very reliable in doing things. After the two plotted for two days, Liu Baoli decided to meet the legendary Prince He of the He family.
He asked Zhao Yonggang to take the lead, and today he finally met Mr. He. After a not-so-smooth conversation, the two parties hit it off and decided to sign a sales contract.
At this moment, the workers who heard the news from nowhere started making a fuss.
"Go and find out who is behind the scenes? Who is inciting the workers' emotions? After you find out, see if I will skin him!" Liu Baoli said through gritted teeth.
The female secretary said with a grimace: "I am a girl, where do you want me to check?"
Seeing Liu Baoli's old face droop, the secretary suddenly became frightened.
She knew all too well how arrogant, strong and domineering this old gangster was. She immediately trotted forward, turned to look at the closed door, suppressed her nausea, leaned over and kissed Liu Baoli's greasy face, shaking her.
She held his arm and said softly: "Brother Liu, just take care of me. I'm a girl and I really can't investigate.
Besides, who among those workers doesn’t know that I am your Brother Liu’s man? Everyone is on guard against me. It will be in vain if I go. No one will tell me who is planning this behind the scenes.
Also, I feel that since the incident has already happened, it is too late to hold people accountable. The top priority is to appease the young master He, but do not let the young master escape. Once he escapes, the money will also escape.
.”
Liu Baoli calmed down, pulled his bald head that had lost a few hairs, stretched out his hand, and pulled the female secretary into his arms. He took his right hand off his head, put it on her thigh and rubbed it, and said with a smile: "Still
You little elf have thought carefully. That’s right. Investigating responsibility is not the most important thing now. The first thing is to stabilize Master He. He is a real God of Wealth. If you scare him away, who will sell our production line to?
?
Like this, you will go to the Beijing Hotel on my behalf now, give away... 1,000 yuan, express condolences to the boy, and test his attitude by the way. If he asks about me, just say that I was called over by my superiors.
Let’s talk.”
The female secretary cursed in her heart, "Old pervert, do you want me to go and offer condolences? You are clearly sending me to comfort me!"
The little secretary got goosebumps all over her body when she thought of He Zhengbin's eyes narrowing at her, his eyes wanting to look in.
But I also understand that if he refuses even this, with Liu Baoli's ruthless character and the position he has earned through years of hard work, he may...definitely not be able to keep it.
Nodding, the female secretary forced a smile and said softly: "Okay, I'll go now."
With that said, he stood up and walked out.
Liu Baoli said from behind: "Don't forget to go to the finance department to get money first."
The female secretary froze, turned around with a bright smile, turned her head and cursed you, Magobi, and walked out the door.
The president never expected that the female secretary would come so quickly. He had just finished taking a shower and changed into a bathrobe when the doorbell rang.
When Zhao Xuening opened the door, she saw Liu Baoli's pretty female secretary standing outside the door. Sister Xuening's pretty face turned as cold as frost.
"What are you here for? You think we, Mr. He, have lost enough people, so you are going to cause us a second time harm to Mr. He, right?" Zhao Xuening blocked the door and refused to let her in. He started to fight with her without giving any face to her.
The female secretary stayed.
She also participated in today's negotiation, but Sister Xue Ning was very smart and left when the workers gathered in front of the factory director's office.
But during the negotiation, she was deeply impressed by this female secretary. This little girl didn't hide her irreverent attitude at all. When she was bringing tea and pouring water, her little hand lightly touched Liu Baoli's arm and turned around.
At that time, the two ounces of flesh were rubbed and rubbed, for fear that others would not know that she was Liu Baoli's Xiaomi.
Sister Xue Ning has no favorable impression of this vixen at all.
"No, no, no, Secretary Zhao, you have misunderstood. I am here to visit Mr. He on behalf of our factory director. I have no intention of causing any secondary harm. Is Mr. He here? Mr. He..." The little secretary is also a top-notch person. Seeing Zhao Xuening
He blocked the door and looked at her with vigilance, knowing that she didn't want to see her, so he shouted loudly.
In fact, she really wanted to tell Zhao Xuening that everyone was Xiaomi and no one was nobler than anyone else. Why should the secretary embarrass the secretary?
If Sister Xue Ning knew what she was thinking at this time, Big Er Post would slap her in the face.
He Zhengbin walked out of the bathroom, wearing a bathrobe that didn't quite fit him, making him even taller and more powerful.
This guy was picking his ears with a cotton swab. When he heard the little secretary's voice, his eyes suddenly lit up and he said repeatedly: "Oh, it's the little secretary..."
Fortunately, his brain reacted quickly, and the guy immediately changed his words and said: "It's Xiaowei Guliang, please come in."
Zhao Xuening cursed secretly, "You are such a big hooligan, you can't stop blocking the little secretary from entering," she turned sideways and got out of the way.
The little secretary glanced at her provocatively, walked into the room with a smile, and first looked at the layout of the room. With a look of envy on his face, he quickly walked to the sofa, looked at He Zhengbin with a wave of eyes, and said with a smile: "Master He,
The director of my factory asked me to come and visit you on his behalf and apologize to you for what happened today."
As she said that, she took out an envelope from Kun's bag, put it gently on the coffee table, pushed it in front of the president, and said: "This is a little thought from our factory director. Please accept it, Mr. He, and don't give it to me."
Keep today’s accident in mind.”
The president was so happy that he was just acting, darling, he didn't expect that he could still get performance fees, so this is where he went to make excuses.
But there was a calm look on his face. He glanced at the envelope on the coffee table, smiled contemptuously, tapped the armrest of the sofa with his knuckles, and said calmly: "Miss Wei, you better take the money back, don't treat me like you've never met before.
kinky."
Hearing this, the little secretary felt a little panicked...