Rebirth of the 92 Business Tycoon

To be honest, Mr. Wang was still a little bit happy watching so many people parked downstairs or on the side of the road, watching his car, and he felt even better when he thought that those people were all Feng Yiping employees. .

How about it, envy it!

Is this car more shining than Feng Yiping's?

He doesn't usually have such naive emotions, but who said this is Feng Yiping's site?

He still enjoyed Feng Yiping's subordinates and looked at himself with such admiring eyes.

If he knew that Feng Yiping's men looked at him and the car, their eyes were not admiration, but wanted to know which prodigal second generation ancestor was sitting in the car.

Or want to know, which of the two fools actually drove a car that burned bags and used the Jiasheng Business Center as a show venue. He was afraid that he would be furious to come here.

But at this time, he was completely immersed in the pleasure of self-righteousness, so he would talk to his father's secretary, and it was not too polite.

In fact, in normal times, he was very polite to Director Yang, because Lao Yang was his father's absolute confidant, and his powerful left and right arms helped him deal with a lot of trouble.

In front of his father, in many cases, in many things, Lao Yang's words were better than those of Mr. Wang himself.

They are not Old Chen.

Old Chen is an employee of their royal family. Director Yang is not. He is also a national cadre. He has reached the department level and is already a senior cadre.

However, because he was tightly bound to Mr. Wang, even though he felt that Mr. Wang’s words were a bit harsh at this time, he still patiently explained, “It’s only been these two days. I mean, it’s better not to be here. Years ago,"

"It means to let Feng Yiping live comfortably and happily this year?" Mr. Wang was really upset.

Why can't it be launched on the 30th day of the New Year, so that he will not eat well whether it is New Year's Eve dinner or reunion dinner?

Director Yang smiled, "Mr. Wang, listen to my explanation."

"Didi," he actually hung up over there.

Director Yang was shocked, this is really true!

To be honest, I have carefully arranged for so long, mainly to vent your anger, and it has nothing to do with my work.

Are you so unkind?

He shook his head and dialed a call.

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In fact, Mr. Wang also hung up Director Yang's phone conveniently because his car was blocked.

A man wearing a uniform he was familiar with, who seemed to be tanned by the sun, was the same as President Wang’s colleagues a few months ago, standing in the middle of the road a few hundred meters ahead, straight out. Go ahead and motion him to stop.

Thinking this is Jiasheng’s site, and those guys at Jiasheng, no matter what position they are in, are more glamorous, and the speed of his own car is not low, if he catches him while driving and making a phone call, he may cause trouble. Necessary trouble, Mr. Wang just hung up the phone.

There was a problem at this time that he didn't even think about it.

Even on Chang'an Avenue, he would drive and make phone calls carelessly, without worrying at all. Why is he so conscious here?

Then let alone hit the car without slowing down, Mr. Wang just stopped the car in the middle of the road.

Fortunately, in the business district at this time, only some people on duty are working. There are no cars on the road at this time, and he is parked so that it doesn't matter.

Of course, despite some scruples, Mr. Wang would not be so good-tempered to ask the security guard why he stopped him. He just sat in the car and looked at the security guard coldly.

This uniform is really earthy, how could I wear it for so many months? How many months did I wear it?

And this face? President Wang couldn't help but look at the mirror. Although he had spent a lot of effort to maintain it, he was still tanned enough in the past few months, and it looked like that irreversible black.

Feng Yiping!

"Sir, sir," a shout made President Wang, who gritted his teeth, recovered.

Why is this cry a bit familiar and kind? Oh, yes, my original partner is this accent.

Oh bah, what partner?

The security guard also seemed to know the gold price of this car, and he didn't even knock on the windows—of course, he might be too lazy to bend over.

President Wang still decided not to care about him, lowered the car window, "What's the matter?"

"Sir, in our business district, the speed is also limited. If your speed is too fast, it may affect the personal safety of yourself and others. The Chinese New Year is about to come. Please be sure to consider it for yourself, your family and other people,"

"Are you here to discuss business? If you can't find a place, I can take you there. If you are going to the hotel, turn right at the next intersection and go straight."

Mr. Wang glanced at the security guard coldly without saying a word. After raising the window, Wei Hang made another "buzz" and drove forward. The speed did not seem to decrease much, but the direction was toward an exit.

Just leave.

The security guard looked at Wei Hang's **** and shook his head. This man looks pretty young. Why is he still so half-stroke?

Actually drove a car and ran here to get to know people, do you think he is sa?

Don't think about it, where are we? Who is our boss?

Wait, why did he stop again? They all told him so clearly, and he didn't know to stay away.

President Wang also had to stop because he was old, oh no, his father, President Wang, called him.

Lao Wang didn't seem to be in a good mood, so as soon as he got on the phone, he asked in a frantic manner, "Do you have any good ideas?"

"I...," Wang Zongxin said, do I have any ideas, don't you know?

"Then wait," Mr. Wang said.

I just asked, and Mr. Wang also felt a little annoyed.

Hearing his Lao Tzu's voice, he meant to end the call. Mr. Wang was about to hang up. Who knows he asked again, "Do you know what time it is? Do you still have the consciousness that you should have? Ok?"

Lao Wang really hung up this time.

What time is it now? consciousness?

President Wang looked around blankly, his eyes swept across a banner "Celebrating the Spring Festival", oh yes.

Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve. At this time, naturally up and down, we must strive to create a happy and peaceful atmosphere to avoid something that will cause major controversy.

Speaking of it, the old man said it right, his own request like that can really be said to be a performance of unconsciousness.

Asking Director Yang to start tomorrow will not just embarrass Feng Yiping.

It's cheaper for you! Mr. Wang looked at the surrounding high-rise buildings belonging to Feng Yiping and said, "It won't work tomorrow if it doesn't work, so that's good, you just wait for our New Year gift to you!"

Soon after he caught up with his security guard once again, he saw the car in front of him, banged again, and suddenly went out.

Fortunately, I went out this time.

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Feng Yiping was eating a bowl of hand-rolled noodles in the suite on the top floor of the hotel at this time.

My brother-in-law asked him to eat at his own house, and his sister also invited him to eat at her house.

But since they are all back, the first thing is of course to be busy with work.

Besides, it’s better to keep the belly for dinner at home.

Even now, the more he eats, the more fragrant he eats, the happier his parents are.

At this time, I filled my stomach, and I must complain when I go home at night.

He even drank the soup clean, and while wiping his mouth, he walked to the table, "How about, is there anything else I want to make?"

Hearing his question, Jin Ling and Mei Yiliang, who were handing over related jobs at the table, waved together, "Go and go, there is nothing for you to help here, so please hurry up and call everyone a greeting."

"Okay, I'm going to fight now," but halfway through, I turned back again, "I can really be on duty during the Spring Festival,"

"Forget it~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It is rare for you to stay at home for a few days. If you are arranged to be on duty in the provincial capital, and see what your mother will say about me, this year will be settled. During the Spring Festival, I will pack it." Mei Yiliang said.

"Then I won't be polite to you," Feng Yiping smiled, making his uncle work so hard, without any pressure at all.

What does it matter if you take advantage of yourself?

He sat next to the phone, and according to the list given to them by Jin Ling, first called Zhou Xingyu who was about to leave for the Chinese New Year in the afternoon. "Zhou, I have been working hard this year again. Thank you very much! I'm giving you New Year greetings in advance, red envelopes. Don’t forget to save me..."

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Feng Jiachong, it was only two o'clock in the afternoon. Feng Zhenchang was staying in the kitchen at this time and began to prepare evening dinner with Mei Qiuping. The phone rang, "I'll answer,"

"Is it Yiping?"

"Yes, he said that he would be back very late in the evening, and that he had agreed with Lao Huang and the others to have dinner at his house."

Mei Qiuping thought for a while, "This is also good,"