Tang Jian stopped and thought deeply. This matter must have something to do with the Industrial and Commercial Bureau.
"Oh, what are you talking about, Director Zhang? I have to thank Director Zhang for taking care of me these two times. If so, I will be the host tonight and treat you to a meal. I hope Director Zhang will reward you." Tang
Jian suddenly changed his expression and turned to Zhang Dagang.
The police station, the industrial and commercial bureau, multiple friends, multiple paths. No matter how you do business in the future, you will definitely have to deal with them.
Zhang Dagang looked at Tang Jian's change of expression and said, "Ahem, um, Mr. Tang, don't be so polite. It's not like we are acquaintances. I'll book a place to pick you up in the evening!"
"Okay, then I'll trouble you, Director Zhang."
Zhang Dagang also took a long breath now, and most of the stones in his heart fell. After all, he said last time that he could cure his wife's disease.
Although he didn't mention any symptoms, aren't experts usually so mysterious?
Tang Jian was sent to Hemei Supermarket by someone arranged by Zhang Dagang.
"You're back?" Zhao Mengxin raised her head and glanced at Tang Jian, who went back to sorting out today's bills.
Today they and Mei Supermarket have made huge losses.
But Tang Jian was puzzled when he saw Zhao Mengxin's normal expression.
"You little girl, I'm holding a gun and having sex in front of you, but it doesn't seem like you're worried at all."
"Oh~ Are you okay? You don't know how much the supermarket lost today, nearly half a million yuan." Zhao Mengxin looked at the bill with heartache.
Tang Jian didn't feel anything when he heard this. After all, it was not his own money.
But Zhao Mengxin then added, "A jar of wine costs 30,000 yuan, why can't I sell ten jars today?"
"Nah! These bastards deserve three hundred thousand from me!" Tang Jian immediately joined in looking at the bill with a sad face.
"By the way, I'm going to have dinner with Director Zhang and the Director of Industry and Commerce tonight. You can go too."
Zhao Mengxin was filled with disgust when she heard this, "When did you become such a philistine!"
Tang Jian straightened up immediately and said, "What do you mean by being a philistine? They want to treat me to dinner!"
"Just you? The director of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau? And the police chief? Want to treat you to dinner?" Zhao Mengxin had disbelief written all over her face.
"What the hell, it can't work!"
"Okay, don't go! If you want to go, go by yourself!" Zhao Mengxin knew very well what these people looked like.
Zhang Dagang is okay, I heard that he is usually quite upright, but this time he probably went too far because it involved his only son.
But Zhao Mengxin, the director of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, knows too well that he is a proper old pervert.
"Okay, then I have to go alone!"
At this point, Tang Jian's face suddenly became serious, "What happened today was caused by the two wretched men who followed us!"
Zhao Mengxin knew that Tang Jian was asking about Duan Sheng and Qian Gao.
"That's right, they are a well-known local wine manufacturer, specializing in wholesale wine!" Zhao Mengxin became very angry when she mentioned these two people, and she wanted to kill them right away.
"I understand, leave this matter to me. If you dare to offend me, you will lose everything if I don't blackmail you!" Tang Jian had a sly smile on his face.
If you dare to block my way of making money, then I will use all your wealth to compensate.
In the evening, people sent by Zhang Dagang picked up Tang Jian and went to Xinglong Hotel.
I saw Zhang Dagang looking out, and next to him was a fat man with big ears talking and laughing with the hotel receptionist.
Zhang Dagang saw Tang Jian and hurriedly came up to him, "Mr. Tang, you are here. This is the Industrial and Commercial Bureau I told you about..."
I saw that the big fat man next to me had no intention of turning around, and his two words made the receptionist laugh.
Zhang Dagang looked at Tang Jian with an embarrassed look, and then secretly tugged at the corner of the fat man's clothes.
It's exactly what Zhao Mengxin said, a standard pervert.
Zhang Dagang quickly introduced Tang Jian to Song Youming, "Old Song, this is the master I told you, Mr. Tang, Mr. Tang, this is Director Song of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau."
Tang Jianqiang held back his nausea and reluctantly stretched out his hand, "So you are Director Song. I really admire your name for a long time."
However, Song Youming had no intention of shaking hands at all. He nodded and extended an invitation to the receptionist next to him.
"I wonder if Miss, I have time to have dinner with you!"
It's just that this little girl wearing a cheongsam looked like she was in her early 20s. Apart from a perfunctory smile, she seemed to have nothing left for the fat man in front of her.
But I can't stand her as a waiter, I have to chat and laugh with her.
It wasn't until Zhang Dagang pulled hard twice that he walked in without feeling satisfied.
Enter the private room.
"Well, Mr. Tang, we haven't known each other before. I'll punish myself with three drinks first. From now on, we will all be friends!" Seeing that Song Youming didn't give any face, Zhang Dagang could only do his best to warm up the scene.
But that's normal. Tang Jian was just wearing a vest and shorts, and he didn't look like an expert.
Song Youming picked up the chopsticks in his hand and fiddled with them for a few times, then said with disdain, "Are you the master Zhang Dagang said?"
"I just know some strange arts, but I can't be a master." Tang Jian looked at Song Youming with his eyes above his head and couldn't help but cursed. The little ruffian was actually crazier than me.
"Oh? Do you know how to control ghosts and gods like in novels?" Song Youming suddenly became interested.
Zhang Dagang was also sitting upright at this time, and he was also curious about what Tang Jian was capable of.
Tang Jian's eyes turned and he immediately had a plan in mind. If he wanted to convince this old pervert, it seemed that he had to give him something cruel.
"I dare not say that I can control ghosts and gods, but I can still do it with simple psychic skills!"
I saw Tang Jian drawing something unknown in the water cup. Suddenly he drew something with his hand, and two water droplets flew towards Song Youming's eyes.
"Hmph! Sure enough, you are just a bluff. Is your psychic skill able to pass through the air?" Song Youming opened his eyes and felt that nothing had changed, and he was about to start spraying.
"Haha, Director Song might as well look behind you before talking!" Tang Jian changed his tea cup and said with an indifferent expression.
"Humph, so what happens behind me, behind me..." Song Youming's originally careless face turned pale as soon as he turned his head.
"No, no, no, don't come here, I'm not your father!"
"Ah! You! Weren't you sent abroad? Why are you back again?"
"Mom! The child is unfilial. Youming didn't see you off for the last time. Youming deserves to die. Mom, just wait. I'll come over and accompany you!" Song Youming was suddenly about to hit the wall.
Fortunately, Zhang Dagang stopped him, but Song Youming was still desperately seeking death and kept mumbling.