I just want to be self-reliant

Zhao Dezhu laughed, and pressed the elevator to go upstairs: "Your family is rich and powerful, even if you have fun, you want to be in a relationship, but you also want to drive a good car and want to get ahead, so hurry up and work hard."

He came to learn.

Speaking of straightening her body, Feng Xiaoting immediately put the folder under her armpits, and tiptoed to tidy up his collar.

Fortunately, Long Zhiyu trained the golf girls well.

When she walked into the magnificent floor of the headquarters of the catering group, Li Yuanyuan still maintained her posture.

The secretary felt that this little brother was rich, so he casually brought two young girls to the meeting.

Even the catering aunt teased: "Yo yo, you are really not afraid of Sister Feng Lin's anger, and I am sure I dare not do anything to you?"

Zhao Dezhu's introducer: "Xiao Feng, who majors in broadcasting, and Xiao Li, who majors in golf, this is Sister Song from the catering group. Sister Xia and I are busy with car rental. No matter where we go to report work, we must train some people. , the men over there are all in the driving school now."

Sister Song chatted along this topic: "Sister Feng Lin told me that you bet the car out, you are very courageous, what are you going to do now?"

Zhao Dezhu hehe: "It's not a loss after changing six old Santanas and one noodle. Wait, I will return the car to you later."

How could people care about such a car: "You cooperated with Sister Feng Lin on this?"

Zhao Dezhu was unexpected: "Sister Xia's family has a great career, and I can't keep up with her extraordinary skills. Let's try to make small troubles first, but now I feel a little cold, it's not so easy to do."

Sister Song hahaha: "Then why not come to my side to participate."

Of course Zhao Dezhu was very sure about this: "How is the investigation going?"

The catering aunt also called and asked: "Let's go... It's not so easy to convince a bunch of stubborn old people."

Zhao Dezhu didn't speak.

The catering aunt looked at his expression: "Do you understand what I mean?"

Zhao Dezhu nodded: "When you want to do something different from others, there will always be some people who will hold you back and keep saying that you should be safe. Are you so upset? That's why I left my hometown, even with such a pheasant Schools have to find ways to change their reasons.”

Sister Song patted him on the shoulder twice: "You can pat his ass and leave, but I can only stand out from the crowd. After all, these people are my old helpers who have come to this day."

Standing in the elevator, he smiled and looked at Feng Xiaoting and Li Yuanyuan.

As if to imply that his old sidekick was too good-looking.

Zhao Dezhu hehe, opened the neckline of the long-sleeved POLO shirt a bit, motioned for the two girls to follow from left to right, and swaggered with their hands in their trouser pockets.

He actually stepped out of the air of a bit of a dandy.

Besides, he was.

Sister Song held back a few laughs from behind, and then followed with a cold face.

This floor seems to be a meeting room, a huge, spacious space with the curtains closed, because there is a large projection screen hanging, and a beautiful woman in red stands in front of the screen and talks freely.

On the screen is the improved rendering of Fengzui Cliff buildings.

Vaguely, it is what future generations should look like.

In fact, Zhao Dezhu has never seriously watched those small videos of a certain voice and a certain hand, and he can't tell what the details are like.

But he put on a good expression, and touched his chin with his hand, as if he was thinking and listening.

You are only eighteen years old, and your pimples haven't healed yet, why are you pretending to be deep?

More than a dozen people around the conference table turned their heads to look at him, and they didn't have a good face.

Fortunately, the two girls did share a lot of firepower.

Feng Xiaoting can face the camera calmly, besides, she has seen several scenes with Zhao Dezhu.

Hold the folder tightly and put on a cold professional face.

Li Yuanyuan could only show her face with a smile on her face, walked in to watch the catering aunt find a place to sit, and pointed to an empty seat next to her, she quickly opened the chair to serve Zhao Dezhu to sit.

I felt that this young man didn't have a net worth of several billion at the beginning, so he was embarrassed to speak.

Even the woman in red stopped her speech and turned to look here.

Fair complexion, delicate hairstyle, good facial features but heavy makeup.

Under the age of 30, but dressed so maturely and heavily made up, Zhao Dezhu can only be the queen of the night scene in the contact range of Zhao Dezhu's two lifetimes.

And without a second thought, connect with that red SUV.

A bit of a hidden wildness.

So he glanced and didn't pay much attention, and heard Boss Song's introduction: "This is a friend of Mr. Xia of Tianhu Real Estate. It was he who suggested that we completely overturn the original ancient streetscape plan of stilted buildings and replace it with the current whole ancient building complex. In terms of form, I think it is still acceptable to listen to the expert opinions of the real estate industry.”

None of the old aunts can succeed in vain.

Song Xiuqin's words lightly took advantage of Sister Xia's reputation and status to drive Zhao Dezhu to be a target, allowing herself to easily hide by the side and wait for the harvest.

Sure enough, it made everyone around the conference table look like shit, and it was a reaction that was not easy to say.

Zhao Dezhu felt that he was playing with a Dupont Jinsha lighter in his hand at the moment, which brought out the aura of a certain second generation.

But now he doesn't even smoke, and he doesn't have a disposable lighter, so he can only look at the curtain with his legs crossed: "Is there anyone who disagrees with this proposal?"

The tone, attitude, and eyes were all replicating Liang Jiahui's gloomy inquiry, as if someone objected and would be slapped on the screen by him.

It's a pity that he is not old enough, and even the deliberately accentuated Cantonese accent failed to suppress the scene.

Immediately at the conference table, a man in his fifties disdainfully said, "We are all against it, what do you want?"

Li Yuanyuan sat in the peripheral chair, shaking her knees involuntarily. Feng Xiaoting quietly stretched out her foot to step on it, straightened her chest and silently scanned the audience.

A month ago, she would never have dared to do this. Everyone here is the boss, right?

But at this time, she dared to cooperate with Zhao Dezhu's actions in front of her.

Because Zhao Dezhu also slowly scanned the audience, and finally looked at Boss Song: "Who is he?"

As soon as the words fell, the man exploded, and slammed the table: "Pretend you are paralyzed, pretend, you don't have all your hair, pretend to be a fart in front of me, you know a hammer!"

Driven by him, the people sitting around him also scolded: "Exactly! What do you know at such a young age..."

"It's not because our parents were born well that we started the business with one hand and one foot."

"I think it might be better to serve well, and the clothes are not so good..."

"I really know the hammer. How much does it cost to repair a building on stilts? How much does it cost to build such a large building? You can give it to me."

"Isn't it good to cook food and drink well? If you have to repair such flashy things, you will know that you won't be able to cry in the future!"

"It's still pretending to be real..."

Fortunately, Zhao Dezhu didn't panic at all, and even leaned back on the back of the chair and listened to the secretary to communicate in a low voice.

It's not Zhao Dezhu's fault either.

The other party used Jiangzhou local language all the time since he slapped the table and yelled. He can usually understand it, but as long as he speaks too fast, he will definitely be blinded.

Listening to Feng Xiaoting's translation now, Xiangxiang's breath made his ears itchy, and he didn't feel angry at all.

Li Yuanyuan may have been infected by these two, but she also performed super-level, got up and poured a glass of water for Zhao Dezhu!

Song Xiuqin laughed, and waited for Zhao Dezhu's ear to leave the secretary's mouth, and sat up straight to look at her before signaling: "My ex-husband, over there is my ex-mother-in-law, my uncle, my..."

Anyway, they are all relatives, both sides of the husband and wife, only a middle-aged man sitting between her and Zhao Dezhu, who is the marketing director, um, and the woman in red standing in front of the curtain is quite famous in Jiangzhou City. Famous young designers.

Now I stand there a little blankly watching the business scolding here.

Zhao Dezhu nodded slightly and stood up and walked to the screen, signaling to the designer to get out of the way: "You guys... just look at the fact that there are tens of millions of dividends every year, and you feel that your life is cool! You know the meaning of this thing. ?"

His fingers tapped on the curtain: "In the future, the entire Jiangzhou, Jiangzhou... will be famous because of this, what the hell is it called... called..."

Fuck, it's as if the poop has reached the door, and it just won't come out!

No culture!

Zhao Dezhu knew there was a word to describe it, but he couldn't say it!

It's getting a little noisy down there.

Fortunately, the designer who was dismissed by him stood silently opposite and whispered: "Landmark building."

Zhao Dezhu chuckled, pointed at her disdainfully, and asked everyone present: "Did you see that? She understands everything!"

Xi Lianying, who graduated from the Singapore National Institute of Architecture and has won several youth awards, raised her head suddenly, huh?

No matter how you hear this, it is wrong.

Especially comparing her with such a group of township entrepreneurs.

My cultural level is the highest here, okay?