Big Data Cultivation

Liang Jinlong is an old man who has followed General Manager Ge for many years, and is quite clear about most of the boss's affairs.

Mr. Ge ’s current business is quite large. Basically, no one dares to mess with it, but he is not invincible.

Since he started from scratch, until now, there have never been fewer people who fight against General Ge.

When they were small shrimps, there was a small fish thinking about eating; after growing up to a big crocodile, there were still strong dragons staring.

Mr. Ge is engaged in a production-intensive enterprise, earning hard money, and his ability to grasp the channel is extremely strong. In the same enterprise, others may get it, and it may not be a good game.

So relatively speaking, he did not have too much trouble.

However, a few years ago, Fu Hong encountered a considerable crisis. President Ge went to Beijing for public relations many times and eventually passed the risk.

Liang Jinlong even knew that at that time, President Ge had plans to pull his feet away.

Anyway, the state of affairs was resolved. In this matter, the Chou family was formed, and the relationship was owed.

A set of knife coins ... Liang Jinlong vaguely had such an impression that President Ge said he wanted to give it away.

Now that the woman said it was bought, then it should be bought, but ... in the face of the gift sent by Mr. Ge, can someone who insists on paying for it be an ordinary person?

And it sounds like Mr. Ge has to invite the other party to play abroad. That must be all inclusive, but the other party refused.

Liang Jinlong's face was white, and he stood for a while before asking questions respectfully, "Is it three years ago?"

At this time, where can he still consider what aura?

"I can't remember it," the woman replied lightly. "It's okay to talk about the past ... you just tell him for me to do business with peace of mind."

Upon hearing this, Liang Jinlong bowed his hands and bent deeply, "Okay, I must tell you ... Do you have anything else to say?"

"It's gone," the woman waved her hand, and then commanded again, "Don't talk nonsense when you go out."

Liang Jinlong nodded and looked at Feng Jun with a distraught look, then turned and walked out.

Feng Jun's chin lifted, and he spoke lightly, "Poetry, give me General Liang."

This time, Liang Jinlong said that he didn't dare to let Li Shishi drive again. When he walked to the car, he managed to squeeze out a smiley face, "Little Li, this ... it's my turn to be a driver for you."

Li Shishi blinked his eyes and looked at him innocently, "Feng would always say that I am neglecting the guests. Why, I don't drive well?"

Like your bird Mr. Feng, would you care about neglecting me? General Manager Liang shook his head, "No, you drove ... Actually, I was motion sick, so I drove a lot better."

The car drove less than 500 meters. He chose a shade and stopped. "Wait a minute, Xiao Li, I'll make a call."

Of course, he called General Manager Ge on this call.

Mr. Ge had a lot of things, and he only picked up the phone half a day. "Well, I have something to say ... I have a meeting in three minutes."

After listening to Liang Jinlong's words, he pondered, "Is there such a thing, who gave me the knife money? Let me think about it ... Oh, yes, it was the little widow in the ancient family."

At that time, he was asking too many people, and he didn't know how much to give out gifts. Fortunately, this knife currency is relatively rare, and he still has an impression.

Liang Jinlong took a sigh of relief, "Is that ... the old house?"

"In addition to that one, who is qualified to call the ancient house?" General Ge's mood sounded worse. "I'm surprised, this doctor ... how did he hook the ancient house?"

Liang Jinlong was silent for a while, then smiled bitterly, "Then the matter of South Silla ... not easy to handle, Yuan Zihao wouldn't help us speak?"

"Yuan Zihao ... He doesn't have to intervene," Ge replied lightly, and then sighed again, "This ancient house, what's going on?"

"Maybe ... it was the woman's private decision?" Liang Jinlong let his imagination fly, and he said cautiously, "I think that Feng Jun is young and handsome, tall and handsome, and there are many beautiful women in the house."

"Don't guess this," Mr. Ge said in a voice. "The third son of Gu family ... seems to have been killed in a car accident. It's normal for a woman to be unable to keep her. She gave birth to Gu family. Kiss again. "

Liang Jinlong hesitated and asked, "Then ... so give up?"

He actually urged President Ge to make a decision as soon as possible-after all, Nan Silla's friend is still on the bus at the door.

"Wait a minute, don't be busy," Mr. Ge groaned. "When I understand, I may have other opportunities."

Not busy? Liang Jinlong was about to cry, and he carefully reminded, "General Ge, the Silla people are waiting in the car."

He knew clearly that the fact that President Ge came out to help the South Silla people this time also involved cooperation with the South Silla people.

"I said if I'm not busy, I'm not busy," Mr. Ge snorted angrily. "How long will it take you to wait for me to get the news?"

Sure enough, after five minutes, his phone came over, "Well, give up, Nan Xinluo's business, don't worry about it, explain to that Feng, we just want to help friends ... tell him , Looking back, I have the opportunity to visit. "

Liang Jinlong paused and carefully asked, "Will the South Shilla side affect our layout?"

"No one is so important. Anyone can turn if there is a shortage of the earth," Mr. Ge said lightly and hung up the phone.

Then a strange smile appeared on his face, "The daughter of the third old, accidentally drank the pesticide ... wouldn't it be suicide? These people are really interesting, are they living well?"

"It is said that the situation has improved," a thin, tall man next to him said, "Paraquat ... more than 100 Sicily, the middleman must die. Can the Chinese medicine doctor do it?"

"Who knows this?" President Ge said leisurely. "He can't be saved, we can't mess with it, he can't save it, let alone can't mess with it ... in case the little widow is angry with us, the trouble will be great."

Liang Jinlong put away the phone, came to the car, and smiled at Li Shishi. "Can this ... turn around? Something, I want to report to General Feng."

Li Shishi blinked his eyes and asked in a puzzled way, "Don't President Liang and President Feng have fully communicated with each other?"

President Liang didn't want to send his face to the door anymore, especially since he was a little skeptical. The little widow of Gu's family had some unclear relationship with Feng Jun. He had already broken once and could not break the second time.

If you do n’t say that people like Mr. Ge have information that is not public, you like pretending to be unpredictable, and the following people are really not easy to operate.

In fact, he felt that there was no way to make it public at the moment. After all, he did not know what state the daughter of Gu San was at the moment.

General Liang's eyes rolled, and he thought about it, "Xiao Li, you use your mobile phone to call General Feng's phone. I'll tell him a few words, is it alright?"

Li Shishi glanced at him and said embarrassedly, "Then I have to ask Mr. Feng first. It is not easy for me to find a job."

She called, and Feng Jun quickly said: Yes, you give him the mobile phone.

General Manager Liang followed Ge's instructions and drove to Shanmen after making a phone call.

Facing Director Zhao's inquiries, he smiled bitterly and reluctantly spread his hands. "Mr. Feng's medical qualifications are indeed a big problem. After full communication, both Mr. Ge and I think ... don't trouble him."

Zhao Wenxing stared at him for half a minute, his mouth twitched, and asked awkwardly, "So ... what about investment?"

"The words of the Southern Silla people, hehe," Mr. Liang smiled indifferently. "You can work hard and we will help, but ... don't expect them to speak and talk."

Director Zhao was suddenly speechless, co-authoring good and bad things, you were all told.

President Liang hesitated and clicked on the other party. Although he was not afraid of Director Zhao, he could not make the relationship too rigid. "Director Zhao, the owner of Luohua Manor, has a deep root."

Zhao Wen was originally complaining about himself, and when he heard this, he was shocked. "The roots are ... deep?"

"Well," Liang Jinlong nodded quietly, and his lips moved slightly, and he said softly, "Just clear your heart."

Director Zhao nodded, and returned to him with an expression of sudden enlightenment, and also asked softly, "Then these South Sillas?"

"I don't have the qualifications to practice medicine," Mr. Liang nodded with a smile, and turned into a Mercedes-Benz car. "The specific things, let me explain to them in the city ... save them from thinking that we deliberately made them difficult."

Seeing that the Mercedes-Benz was walking away, Director Zhao's heart was surging: Datai Province, I donated a month's salary ... Really!

At this moment, the person from the Foreign Affairs Office came over and asked a bit older ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ This Fuhong's President Liang ... what's wrong? "

Director Zhao glanced at him and made a speech without panic, "General Liang suggested that Mr. Feng is not qualified to practice medicine, or forget it."

"Forget it?" The young man couldn't help but said aloud again, "Isn't the qualification for practicing medicine a good solution?"

After all, he was young, he hadn't figured it out, these qualifications are not only the threshold, but also a basket, and everything can be loaded inside.

Director Zhao spread his hands. "It may involve international influence. It is better to be cautious. First, we must avoid making mistakes."

The older one was a little annoyed, "Then we ... this morning ... in vain?"

"Where can I say something in vain?" Director Zhao frowned, speaking irritably, "After a field visit, we came to the conclusion ... Can we do it without coming by ourselves?"

Mr. Park next to him finally couldn't help but asked, "So, does this Feng Jun refuse to help?"

"We don't think he is too insured," Director Zhao Zhengzheng said, "I personally think that the Funiu provincial medical doctor is more reliable ..."

Mr. Park was furious, "We came to Zheng Yang just to find Feng Jun to see a doctor, and we don't recognize anyone else."

"It's a bit regretful," Director Zhao replied stubbornly. "Feng Jun is a Chinese medicine after all. I just said that it would take some time to review his words. Let's sit down and talk slowly."

Mr. Park flatly refused, "We don't have so much time to waste."

"They have been vegetative for eight years, and they have no time yet?" Gao Mengang sneered not far away, and he heard these words in his ears, "Then you go back and treat with" Dongyi Baojian "."

The gate of Luohua Manor is really a little low quality.

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