Rebirth of the 92 Business Tycoon

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Those who were quite happy just now, no matter how dull they are, at this time they also faintly understand that they are afraid that they are a little happy. President Wang is still the President Wang and always the President Wang.

It can’t be because he has to learn from other company’s leaders and invited everyone to have a meal at the end of the year. He seldom becomes gentler. After watching everyone for a while, he arbitrarily thinks that he is the same as a few months ago. Compared with that, it has changed a lot.

People like them have neither the need to change nor the pressure that might force them to change. How can they change?

In this way, he is just a little more mature, knowing how to win people's hearts with some means on some occasions.

No, strictly speaking, that's not mature. The boss invites his staff to have a meal at the end of the year and drink a few drinks with everyone. It's really nothing. It's just that he has been too lazy to do it before.

The reason why he decided to do this this time is because he has seen something in the past few months and thinks that the effect of such a small method is not bad.

So, in the past few months, has he really gone abroad?

Nobody can think of where and what Mr. Wang has done in the past few months.

Of course, not knowing these things is definitely a good thing for them, otherwise, it is probably not just a problem of work, but a problem of future.

Only Old Chen knows where Mr. Wang has been in the past few months. He was also immersed in the joy brought by Mr. Wang’s change before, but just now he understood that Wang always has some changes, but it is not the kind of change he imagined. .

But he was still happy for him.

In any case, what was previously unwilling to do, now willing to do, that is a kind of progress.

Even if he said thank you just now to invite himself to eat at his house, it was not from the heart, and Old Chen still felt relieved.

In his opinion, Wang always can go against his true heart, say such things and do such things, that really has a lot of growth.

Is it easy for him to grow up with such conditions at his age?

Mr. Wang carefully looked at his cars in the garage. Compared with those who had been in the cars, he really loved them. At this time, he not only wiped the cars very carefully, and squatted down to look at them. Is there any dust on the surface of the car, and sometimes murmurs a few words, just like chatting with these cars.

"It's still the same maintenance as before, and leave it to the most stable Serena, don't worry, now the condition is as good as before," Lao Chen knows that these in the warehouse may be the most worried about President Wang these months. , Naturally there is no sloppy.

Mr. Wang’s face was slightly displeased, as if it was because Old Chen interrupted him to communicate with these friends. He also didn’t comment on the old car. He sat in those friends once, activated them, closed his eyes, and listened carefully. With their voices, the result is as old as Chen said. These cars are still in good condition as they were when he was there.

He finally chose Lamborghini.

Old Chen saw that he was wearing a seat belt and quickly opened the door of the co-pilot. The next moment, President Wang looked at him coldly. Under his cold gaze, Old Chen quickly retreated, yes, President Wang’s car is not something he can ride. He can say those things and send those invitations. It is already very good. What are you thinking about?

"I put the bag," he said awkwardly, pointing to Mr. Wang's bag in his hand.

Lamborghini drove out of the garage with a roar, and suddenly stopped. Old Chen who was about to drive A6 saw that Mr. Wang seemed to be waving to him, and he hurried over.

"Do you know what the old man is going to do?" President Wang rolled down the car window a bit.

In fact, along his way, he has been thinking about this question, how to deal with Feng Yiping? After thinking about it, he found it really difficult.

That guy now needs strength and strength, fame and prestige, and influence and influence.

What is even more annoying is that whether it is strength, fame, or influence, it is world-class.

The point is that he earned all of this by himself, without state support, and without taking advantage of the state and the collective.

That is, if you want to trouble him according to the previous routine, it really can't be found. This is a real problem without any original sin, whether it is social responsibility or yew, it is impeccable Rich, so he is still the idol of many people in China, and the pride of many people.

Under such circumstances, it was really difficult to clean him up. Wang always wanted to break his head, and he didn't come up with a good idea.

Old Chen’s waist was bent low, “This time, Director Liu’s side is taking the lead, and the leadership seems quite satisfied, but I don’t really know what is going on now.”

The next moment, Lamborghini rushed out of him with a gust of wind.

President Wang doesn't believe it. Although it is led by the old man's secretary, you don't know what the arrangements are.

I ask you, just to be prepared when I will talk with the old man, you don't even understand this.

President Wang felt once again that this old Chen was really old, and he couldn't keep up with his own rhythm.

Old Chen held his breath a little speechlessly and stood there, the smell of gasoline.

But I haven't finished speaking yet, why are you still so impatient?

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In Man Tingfang, Feng Yiping pointed to Huang Jingping to greet him before. The Zhou Gong who looked like a craftsman introduced, "This is the master of arts and crafts in our country, Mr. Zhou, an outstanding inheritor of folk culture,"

Zhou Gong looked up at the big hero in front of him, nodded slightly, and still focused on the work in front of him.

He doesn't know these people in front of him very much, but he knows who these people in front of him are, and several of them are the wealthiest few in the world, but so what?

Not only does no one think he is arrogant, but everyone appreciates his mannerism.

When these people present are engaged in work, don't they all turn a blind eye to their surroundings?

These masters who are at the top of a field should be temperamental.

They quietly watched Zhou Gong put on his glasses, held a hammer, and gently adjusted the painting that seemed to have taken shape. It was a horse, a galloping horse.

From the looks of it, you can feel it as if it is four hoofed wind.

Feng Yiping walked around behind Zhou Gong and introduced to the finished product on the screen, “This is Zhou Gong’s previous work. Welcome to Song.”

Song, especially the welcoming pine, has always been a favorite object of our Chinese painters. It is an iron painting that incorporates traditional Chinese painting techniques. Because it happens to be in the same place as the most famous welcoming pine in China, there is also a preference for it.

"Look, these pine needles, densely packed with thousands of pine needles, look no different from real pine needles, and they all have different shapes and roots."

Jobs walked up and looked at it, touched it, and glanced at Zhou Gong who was carefully shaping the horse. "These may be just a few strokes in the painter's pen, but for them, there is nothing so easy,"

It is obvious that a person like him is easy to have a good impression of Zhou Gong, who is so focused on his work, and very ingenious.

Therefore, as long as we have enough understanding of our culture, we will know that, in fact, we have always had no shortage of craftsmanship.

"Yes, it is this pine needle. After they become proficient at ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, it will take several hammers to make it well."

Everyone looked at this small iron painting, and the densely packed thousands of pine needles suddenly felt that it was very difficult.

"These works, they took a long time to hammer out these works. You can look at Mr. Zhou's hands."

It was a pair of hands that looked rough and had an obvious crack on the **** of the right hand. "To make an iron painting requires heart, eye, hand, stability, accuracy, and cruelty, but it takes a long process. , The injury on Mr. Zhou’s hand was left over decades ago."

Everyone looked at the vigorous and simple painting on this screen, and then looked at the table in front. At this time, he was still working on his work, the unobtrusive, not tall Zhou Gong, his eyes were a little different, even Jobs looked at him. , Are somewhat respectful.

But the process of observing his painting is really boring, especially the ladies, although they all want to take the screen back and put it at home, but watching Zhou Gong busy with those black irons, I really can’t mention it. Interest comes.

Feng Yiping clapped his hands, "Okay, let's continue to go back, the excitement is still to come," mobile phone users please browse and read for a better reading experience.