Guo Degang looked up at this gray building. Although he looked very tall here, he was coming out of the skyscraper of Jin Mao Tower. For a moment, Guo Degang looked very confident.
"I'm looking for you, Mr. Ma." Stepping into the building and arriving at the floor of Ma Feng Company, the air was obviously filled with the smell of fresh decoration.
"Mr. Ma?" The front desk looked at him and looked at his short hair, "Can you register?"
"We are old friends, we don't have to catch a flight," Guo Degang said with a smile, "Don't look at me, you and I always had the same hairstyle before."
"This is the company's rule," the receptionist was amused by him successfully, "our boss Ma's rule cannot be broken."
"I told you we are old friends," Guo Degang smiled and walked in. The front desk was a little anxious, but he didn't dare to confront him. The previous front desk had a quarrel with a guest over registration, so Ma Feng used it.
Yu Hang was given a lecture in Mandarin.
Coincidentally, Ma Feng was coming out of it. He was dancing with a sword in the corridor in high spirits. Those who knew it thought it was a company, but those who didn't knew it thought it was a theater. "Brother Ma." Guo Degang immediately shouted,
"Hey," Ma Feng was surprised, "Why are you here?"
"Let's go to your office and talk." Guo Degang smiled happily when he saw Ma Feng. "I sincerely invite you to talk about cross talk with me." He squinted his eyes, not knowing whether it was true or not. "I'm so funny."
If you praise it, it will definitely become popular. Now that I have a garden, you should still rent it here, right?"
"It's rented," Ma Feng said blankly as he sheathed his sword, "But I believe that in a few years, I will have my own office building. By the way, aren't you at Pengbo Media?"
"Yes, I formally invite you to talk cross talk with me in the capital." Guo Degang sat down on the sofa relaxedly and looked at the environment here.
"Otherwise, brother," Ma Fengke had no interest in talking about cross talk. He had just received investment from Sun Zhengyi this year, and he also knew that Guo Degang was joking, "You are still doing business with me here.
It’s much better to be a host, and I can guarantee that everyone who walks out of here in the future will be a multi-millionaire.”
Guo Degang sighed, "Hey, salesman...! There was once an opportunity to make money in front of me, but I didn't cherish it. When the opportunity passed, I regretted it. The most painful thing in the world is this."
Ma Feng looked at him with a smile. He knew that the person in front of him was sharp-tongued, "If God gives me another chance, I hope to tell my brother that I am willing to go. If I have to add a limit to the salary,
I hope it’s 400 yuan.”
"Definitely more than 400." Ma Feng almost laughed, "From 4,000, forget it, I know you are joking, I am very familiar with the folk art world." Ma Feng was not worried, "One day, my company will not be able to continue running.
Now, let’s talk cross talk with you.”
"Yes, I'm waiting for you. No one can stop a company owner who can speak cross talk, and a person who can speak cross talk can open a company and you can't stop him either." Guo Degang said with a smile.
"No one can stop us," Ma Feng pulled away the sword, "How can a man live under others for a long time? I will build a company that lasts a hundred years."
Guo Degang smiled and said with a kind smile, "I don't dare to think about a hundred years. I will set a small goal first, maybe 20 years, and then we can talk cross talk together, if that day comes."
"Okay," Ma Feng agreed happily, "in 20 years, if you are still talking about cross talk, we will go on stage together, you make me laugh! It's your first time in Yuhang, I'll treat you at noon..."
"Hey, from now on, when I eat lobster, I will no longer have a cake." Guo Degang smiled and waved his hand, which made Ma Feng happy, "Then what do you eat?"
“When making braised noodles, just use garlic.”
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In 2001, it arrived as expected.
During the Spring Festival, when he returned to his hometown, Peng Bo felt a little unbearable.
President of Pengbo Media, Chairman of the Board of Directors of Pengbo TV, President of Time Warner Greater China... These shining titles have attracted many visitors. From the province to the city to the county, he has seen countless people.
How many people.
When these people came, they brought a load of gifts and a load of good words, but when they left, Peng Bo had forgotten their names.
However, this has given these people bragging rights when they go out. They are friends with Mr. Bang!
Nowadays, with Peng Bo's status, she no longer meets those celebrities, but there is one person she always wants to meet, and she has returned to Shanhai to celebrate the New Year.
In the heavy snow, the two got out of the car. The hats on their heads, the masks on their faces and the scarves on their necks covered Gong Li tightly.
A Western-style building from the last century, facing the mottled and weathered wall, were the three words "Horse Feeding Courtyard", but the numbers below really surprised Gong Li, "1899? It's been more than a hundred years now."
"Well, it's very old." Peng Bo smiled. This is a place that everyone in Qinwan knows. The most authoritative food and the most authentic old taste in Qinwan can be found here.
Entering through the not-wide gate, you will see a long stone street with red lanterns and smiling lucky pigs on both sides.
"Is this like Xiushui Street in Beijing? Is it also a snack commercial street?"
In the heavy snow, wandering among the crowd, Gong Li's hand unconsciously held Peng Bo's arm. An old man with a white beard selling candied haws raised the last candied haws. As soon as a young man handed over the money, Gong Li laughed.
Then he picked up the candied haws and raised his eyebrows mischievously.
The young man seemed a little helpless. He looked helplessly at Peng Bo who handed over a larger bill, turned around and walked into the snow, shaking his head.
"The candied haws in our north are still delicious, especially when it snows." Gong Li bit one and handed the candied haws over. The sweet and sour candied haws was put into his mouth. Peng Bo couldn't help but take a long breath.
During the red Spring Festival, you can see the familiar smiling face under the mask through the mask on your face.
…
Lijia dumplings, Gaojia pot stickers, Qinwan braised subs, Zhangjia jar meat...Old Beijing fried belly, iron plate duck intestines, Hangzhou steamed dumplings...
An ancient stage, covered with red lanterns and red paper umbrellas.
The fixed piece "Dragon and Phoenix Present" is being performed on the stage. The heavy snow falls quietly, which does not affect people's mood at all. Everyone eats snacks and watches the show, which is a unique experience.
"My heart is always that of a spectator, but I am the one in the play."
Looking at the familiar couplets on both sides, Peng Bo turned around and glanced at Gong Li. Gong Li's eyelashes were covered with snowflakes, crystal clear. She was also looking at him, "Why are you laughing?"
The Thousand-faced Goddess in the play is like a little woman at this time, which makes Peng Bo's heart beat. He doesn't know what kind of ending he, the character in the play, will have in tonight's big play?