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The gates of Luohua Manor are also well-informed, no matter who dares to stop at the door.

But the two of them heard that they were foreign friends, and they couldn't help but be surprised: Hey, the Southern Silla people, we must consider the international influence.

Everyone knows the attitude of the country towards foreign friends, and this need not be repeated.

The two gatemen did not dare to call the shots, and directly informed General Manager Feng on the intercom.

Feng Jun was annoyed, "As long as they don't have a search warrant or arrest warrant, they will all be left outside. This is my home!"

The gatekeeper's voice was a little trembling. "I came from the China Merchants Bureau, saying that people admire the Chinese culture and want to communicate with you."

"I'm an illiterate person, and I'm not ashamed of Huaxia people if I don't have the qualification to communicate with others," Feng Jun threw the intercom on the sofa. "Nima ... what kind of stuff."

I came here today as the chief director of the China Merchants Bureau, called Zhao Wenwen. I was annoyed when I saw that the Shanmen Gate was too late to open. "Can you afford the consequences if you do not open the door?"

The two gatekeepers were interested in defending Mr. Feng, but the other party was too strong and could only answer daringly, "Leader, this is a private contracting place, we are both working, why don't you bother us?"

"I don't know the overall situation, huh?" Director Zhao's face grew darker, but he didn't dare to speak loudly. He still had foreign friends behind him. Did you push the gate? "

The short gatekeeper was not happy, "If you want to smash our rice bowl, then we can't resist ... Then you can find someone to push."

After all, following Master Feng's mingling, the guard at the gate was also more confident.

Director Zhao was furious and was about to get angry, and suddenly saw a motorcycle coming on the mountain road, so he smiled coldly, "There is still something clear, you two ... learn a little."

The two gatekeepers looked at each other and looked back. They were all stunned. Hey, holding the grass ... how come Gaoqiang?

Gao Qiang parked the motorcycle more than three hundred meters away, removed the tripod from the car, carried it directly to the pavilion of No. 1 Pump, put up the tripod, and put a camera with the lens directly to the mountain gate.

Liang Mengang watched him finish all the operations, then turned his head, his face was relieved, and his gaze became quite interesting-don't you want to push the mountain gate? Push it.

Upon seeing this, Director Zhao frowned slightly and pondered, but instead adjusted his mind.

If he can sit in his position, there is no possibility of a fool. He can yell at the two gates, but when Luohua Manor also shows obvious hostility, he will have to weigh it.

The owner of Luohua Manor is a billionaire, and may even have a net worth of more than one billion-well, this is not particularly important. The official-based society, no matter how much money, is fart in front of power.

The crux of the problem is that Luohua Manor and Yuan Zihao are very close. That is the Beijing official, and the retreat is also in Beijing.

Chaoge people may not care about Yuan Zihao, but because they are pursuing interests, Zheng Yang is seeking political achievements and correct governance, and really does not want to see the old man skewing his mouth.

Zhao Wenwen thought about it with a calm face, raised his hand, and made a move at the pavilion.

Gao Qiang was also unequivocal. When he saw him, he waved his camera, then walked out of the pavilion and came over on his motorcycle.

He parked the motorcycle behind the door, walked over the car, and looked at Director Zhao coldly and asked, "What's the matter?"

Director Zhao still wanted to take a shelf, so he raised his hand and pointed at the camera in the pavilion and asked with a black face, "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean by me?" Gao Qiang's face was black, and he replied sternly, whether he was originally a military soldier, or he used Chinese medicine to fight fakes. How could his temper be too good? "This place was contracted by General Feng. What am I doing? It's still not your turn to point the finger!"

Director Zhao pretended not to succeed, but instead was choked to death, but he was not angry, but because the other party talked too much, he discovered a new situation, "Your accent ... Beijing?"

"It's from Beijing," Gao Qiang didn't hide. He looked at each other coldly. "Even if I'm from Zheng Yang, you don't have the right to point fingers at me, do you understand?"

Do you know who I am? Zhao article is a little angry and would like to ask this question.

However, he just thought about it. In this situation, he could not be impulsive. "What do you call Minister Yuan Yuan?"

"I came with the old man's family," Gao Qiang's chin lifted slightly, and he was full of gas. "I like the scenery here, and I plan to live forever, and help plant trees by the way."

Director Zhao froze for a moment, trying to squeeze a smile on his face, "Well welcome, Zheng Yang welcomes you volunteers, but since you are from Beijing, you should also know that managing the place, sometimes it is a big sense. . "

"It's true to talk about the big picture, and the capital also talks about this," Gao Qiang looked at him blankly. "But you tell me this ... does it work? I'm just helping Mr. Feng."

"Alas, this little brother," Director Zhao sighed and pointed to the back of the sentry box. "Let's go there to smoke a cigarette. Can we talk about it?"

What's wrong with this? Gao Qiang's temper was not too good, but he could not offend Feng Jun, so the two hid in a cool chat.

Director Zhao talked about the causes and consequences, "... since you know Lao Yuan, you must know that Feng always has the ability to heal vegetatives, and once the injured Nan Xinluo friend recovers, he will invest and build a factory in Zhengyang. Here is also highly concerned about this matter. "

Gao Qiang waited patiently for his speech before shaking his head. "First, I don't know how Yuan Lao was cured. Second, Mr. Feng himself did not have a medical qualification certificate ..."

"The medical qualification certificate is so easy to say," Director Zhao said bluntly, "We can borrow a clinic for him to use. This is regarded as Chinese medicine care, and no one will be held accountable without a license."

"Do you know how to be polite?" Gao Qiang frowned, "Can you listen to me finish talking, would you say it again?"

Mr. Zhao's mouth twitched a bit. He only listened to himself when the other party patiently listened to it. He listened to it and co-authored others with high quality.

Gao Qiang went on to say, "The third is that even if Mr. Feng heals the vegetatives well, he has no obligation to shoot."

"You say that, I don't approve of it very much," Director Zhao said in a positive voice. "Investment is not only Zheng Yang's business, but also our national policy. This overall situation must be said."

Gao Qiang replied with a sneer, "Oh, do you dare to believe in the investment promotion of Southern Shilla? After the tax incentives are over, are you sure he will stay?"

This is actually a bit salty and careless, but since it is the accent of Beijing, it is normal to speak like this.

Director Zhao is also quite speechless. Nan Shilla's reputation in this regard is really not very good. Once there were a large number of South Shilla enterprises. At the end of the tax concession period, they ran a glance.

Not to mention the internal reference, even the newspapers in the society have reported it.

He also didn't want to talk to the other party about his vision, so he could only say, "You also know that Mr. Ge, who greeted the city, is an important investor in Zheng Yang. This face is to be sold in the city."

Gao Qiang has also heard of Mr. Ge, whose investment is not limited to Zheng Yang. He has made generous investments in many provinces. In labor-intensive industries, although the wages are not high, the labor intensity is not small, but the solution is too More employment.

This person has a great influence in China. Even when Yuan Zihao did not retreat, he had to be polite when he saw this person.

However, Gao Qiang did not have a good impression of this person. He sneered. "You sell him face, what is Mr. Feng Feng? He invested dozens of billions to build factories, and Mr. Feng invested hundreds of millions of trees to plant trees, not to invest." ?"

Can it be the same thing as investing several hundred million yuan and investing several billions? Director Zhao sneered, this is an order of magnitude difference.

However, this kind of saying is boring, and he doesn't want to offend anyone. "I have already made it clear. I suggest you tell General Feng, if you can be friends, why push it to your opponent's side?"

Gao Qiang did not expect that there was a Ge President involved in this matter.

If not to say that Secretary Shen is fucking, he can point out this person first, and then continue to talk with Feng Jun, but he would have to stimulate Feng Jun a little, because he ca n’t talk about things, and naturally he does n’t need to talk anymore. President Tige-let alone.

This little trick ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ didn't even realize the mayor of Zang.

Gao Qiang had a bad impression of General Manager Ge, but he could n’t guarantee what Feng Jun ’s attitude would be, so he just smiled indifferently.

Director Zhao felt that the other party was a little fictitious, so he took the opportunity to apply pressure, "In this way, we can't let Nan Xinluo friends always wait, how about putting the car in first?"

Gao Qiang replied lazily, "Only Feng always has the right to put the car in. You tell me this is useless."

Director Zhao stood up, "It seems that I have to say hello to Old Yuan."

"Then you go to say hello," Gao Qiang watched him leave and spoke disapprovingly-if the master didn't want to let others go, it wouldn't work if Yuan Lao said it.

But what he said was this, there was a new situation, he must definitely call Feng Jun to report.

When Feng Jun heard it, General Manager Ge greeted the city and sneered. "His surname is Ge, surnamed Feng. Why should I listen to him?"

Not to mention Gao Qiang, Feng Jun's impression of this person is not very good.

He is no stranger to Mr. Ge. After all, this person has made huge investments in Pengcheng. Pengcheng is not short of his legend.

Leaving aside Pengcheng, only talking about Mr. Ge ’s investment here, it can be said that he chose Zheng Yang, but at the same time, why did Zheng Yang succeed him?

The labor-intensive industry he invested in was purely based on winning by quantity, with low profits, and the exploitation of workers was particularly cruel, with heavy work intensity and long working hours.

For General Ge, the production cost must be strictly controlled, otherwise no money will be made, but for the worker, if there are other options, he will definitely not choose to go to his factory.

This person's overseas investment in factories can be evidence.

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