"In today's world where economic construction is the centerpiece, anyone who hinders its development is a sinner!"
In Rongcheng, Xingsheng held up the phone respectfully and listened to the kind and gentle voice coming from inside:
"Catching Zhao Song is not a big problem, but arresting the richest man is beyond the word 'problem'! Do you know how much trouble you have caused?"
"I know." Xingsheng replied calmly, "Delaying the implementation of many major investments may delay the stock market boost plan, etc. Many people are eager to eat my flesh and gnaw my bones! But..."
At this point, Xingsheng paused and thought for a moment before continuing, "But this further illustrates his lack of skills.
What if we mistakenly arrest you?
Has he ever counterattacked all your plans against him in the past two years?
The only action is to change our legal person at the critical moment?
Dad, this is not a counterattack, but an escape. He doesn’t even have the courage to fight us!"
"..."
What kind of courage does this kind of thing require?
On the phone, the elder was rendered speechless by his son's quaint words.
"Dad, in China Shipping four years ago, the third channel was actually the management and cargo transfer place for major trading companies. The passenger flow was less than one-third of the golden channel. Why did he find Zhao Rong there, and Zhao Rong
The person opposite Rong is me?"
"..."
The elder still didn't say anything. It was for this reason that the layout of Zhao Song in the past two years did not cause a backlash from other companies. If there is a concept of "home" in modern flower planting, Zhao Song's initial move means that he is
He grew up under the protection of the Wei family and the Xing family.
"'I wish you a good harvest of mushrooms and a warehouse full of mice (from "Wasted Time"), this is the New Year greeting given to me by my little apprentice this year," Xingsheng continued to mock, "Since you want to be a mouse, you must be prepared to be treated by our two families.
Harvest awareness!”
"...Alas~"
After a long time, the elder asked aloud: "On this matter, the Wei family seems to have different opinions?"
"Dad, Mr. Wei transferred all resources to his son before he retired, so his opinion is not important, not to mention that the Wei family is completely led by Zhao Rong on this matter."
"..."
The elder was silent again. He was even disappointed that his son did not feel any strangeness despite the repeated silences. He sighed deeply again and then said: "Xiao Sheng, Zhao Song was detained.
The consequences of this matter are very serious, and those who were able to turn a blind eye in the past will turn their attention to this matter, so even if I still have some influence now, it will not be suitable for me to come forward in the future."
"Dad, don't worry!
Now everything is ready. Zhao Rong and I have got everything we want. We are just waiting for Zhao Song to come out to complete the final replacement. By then, we will accept all investments in Tesla, but the investment location needs to be small.
With small changes, Tesla's business philosophy needs to be changed. "The more Xing Sheng talks about it, the more excited he becomes.
"After all, my brother's leadership also needs political achievements, and Tesla's high-quality strategy will make it hard to hold back for a year or two. By then, I believe those who are dissatisfied with us will be happy to see Tesla."
Changes made!"
Retirement, posterity.
These two points may be the fundamental factors why things have come to this point.
On the phone, the elder did not react to Xing Sheng's words. He was silent and pondering. After a long time, he finally said: "There is a little girl named Wei Mingyu who is very interesting. You should pay more attention to her."
"I know, Dad, I'll ask someone to watch her right now."
Xingsheng didn't hear the strange tone of the elder on the phone, but thought his father agreed with his point of view, and he couldn't be more excited.
There is a very interesting phenomenon in the flower planting system: the opinions expressed by many people when they speak have nothing to do with the literal meaning. If you want to explore the deeper meaning, you have to rely on guessing and analysis.
Obviously, Xingsheng didn't hear the worry in his father's words this time.
He put down his phone and just curled his lips disdainfully:
"What can a little girl's movie accomplish?"
…
The Little Girl movie has arrived at Shanghai Airport.
She sat quietly in the Land Cruiser and looked at Uncle Zhao with red ears in front of the car.
The car drove directly into the airport tarmac. Not far from the car, a Gulfstream was ready for departure, just waiting for its guests to arrive.
Unfortunately, no matter how fast its customers were, they were still stopped by the Shanghai City Government vehicle that received the news immediately - only 100 meters away from it.
"Can't leave."
Director Zhao blushed and breathed heavily. After stopping the Land Cruiser, he walked to the driver's seat, knocked on the window, and said angrily:
"What do you think? Huh?
We, the mighty Demon City, can’t protect a little girl?”
Song Guanyi looked helpless: "Director Zhao, listen to me..."
"Say what you say!" Director Zhao interrupted Song Guanyi unreasonably, then put his head through the car window, quickly changed his face, and said to Xiao Yu with his most kind and kind smile: "Xiao Yu, your brother's matter is that some personnel are important.
It's a mistake to make a mistake at work. Trust me, uncle, it will take two days, no, it won't take two days..."
Director Zhao scratched his head and said decisively: "Tonight, your brother will call you to report that he is safe!"
"Uncle Zhao," Xiao Yu also scratched his head and looked at Director Zhao curiously and asked, "If my brother doesn't want to come out, who can let him go?"
"this……"
Director Zhao was stunned.
Right, come in when you let me in, and go out when you let me out?
For Zhao Song's identity, how could this make sense!
At this time, Qin Han, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked back at Xiao Yu in surprise, then handed a stack of newspapers in his hand to Director Zhao and said:
"Director Zhao, the problem is huge now. Have you read the content in these print media?"
Director Zhao didn't need to flip through the newspaper. He understood what Tesla's chief assistant meant at a glance, because everything he wanted to read was on the front page.
"Four national and 23 local newspapers, not including major financial magazines, front page headlines, bold and bold." Qin Han asked with a half-smile, "Director Zhao should know my family background. Don't worry about it now."
Even my grandfather found it ridiculous when he said it to me.
Do you see what is written in these newspapers?
Savior, pillar...
Some articles even only know about Zhao and Song Dynasties, but not about the government!
What do they want to do? Are the Communist Party of China and the Propaganda Departments of various regions under the leadership of our party?
Murder and heart-wrenching!
Director Zhao, this is not just heart-breaking! It is life-threatening!"
Director Zhao looked at a Shanghai newspaper with a red face. The headlines on it made him want to find a crack in the ground and turn it in.
"Give me some time and we will give an explanation..."
"You can't explain it, and no one can explain it~" Qin Han shook her head, pointing to one of the financial media newspapers, and said with a face full of disappointment, "The major head offices issued tightening documents, strengthened loan control, and strictly implemented regulations...
Director Zhao, in order to cooperate with the plan to boost the stock market, the Zhao Song Department has signed a number of large-scale investments, but what are you doing? Why do agreements in various places, including Shang Hai's, strictly stipulate the time for the funds to be landed?
Adding this news..."
"..." Director Zhao frowned, his expression more serious than ever.
"And~" Qin Han is getting more and more angry. Now, there are some things that no longer need to be concealed. She doesn't know much anyway. According to Zhao Song's usual style, what she knows can be known by everyone, "In
In the United States, Tesla's nationally renowned core management team actually signed a second-tier contract with a time trap, what do they want to do?"
This is surrounded by enemies~
Director Zhao pursed his lips, and combined with the few messages just now, do you need to say what those people want to do?
It’s a joke~ to achieve the purpose of delaying Tesla’s dividend payment time.
"33 days!"
He silently calculated that there were still 33 days left. If Zhao Song could not solve the problem, he would face a full breach of contract.
When the time comes, who cares what your reason is?
Moreover, Top, Nanda Optoelectronics, and Gangben are not tasks assigned by superiors and subordinates. Therefore, Zhao Song himself is not without responsibility for reaching this point.
What's more, there is no solution - compromise with the other party.
After analyzing the current situation, Director Zhao slowly raised his head and said with difficulty:
"There is no need for Xiao Yu to go out, Shang Hai can protect her."
Qin Han and Song Guanyi looked at each other and asked with a strange expression: "Director Zhao, didn't you see Xiaoyu's visa filing? She is on a business trip this time."
"Business is open anytime, but not today."
"Yes, if we leave today, Shang Hai will really be a little bit unable to get off stage..."
Qin Han murmured that things are always like this: some people do it for face, some do it for money, and some do it for persuasion. You can never escape these things.
Just like Zhao Song, he was in it for money. But it was earned by himself, not robbed!
And Qin Han had a feeling: Zhao Song seemed to hope that the other party would win this time.
"I haven't done anything bad, so what if I lose? Maybe if I lose, I can be a rich man with peace of mind!"
This was Zhao Song's unintentional remark.
Will you lose?
Faced with a chess player who has spent his life as a soldier, Qin Han has no hope of winning anyway, except for one thing: it is his subordinates who serve as chess pieces, not his descendants...
ps: Apologies for not updating. I haven’t opened the backend for a long time, so I won’t read the comments until I finish writing this volume. Sorry.