Rebirth Turn of the Century

Zhao Rong: "I bet that Shenzhou's daily limit will be at least a week."

Xingsheng: "He is stud? What is he planning?"

Zhao Rong: "The right to speak about the flow of funds related to major special projects in the ten-year plan."

"We won't stop it. It's a matter of mutual benefit. Why is he twisting it like this?"

"We won't block, but join us to win, and Tesla will never participate."

"Participate in what?"

"His Sabi ideal!"

"...Okay, but I feel that if he loses, it's really possible that his whole body will be broken and he will stop playing."

"What we should consider now is to keep an eye on him for the rest of the time, the other is not important."

"Lingling~" (phone ringtone)

"..."

Zhao Rong put down the phone with a solemn expression:

“The news of Tesla’s listing has been released through the official media.

However, all my information sources indicated that Zhao Song did not announce that he would sign the agreement tomorrow. "

"Fuck!" Xingsheng gritted his teeth, "That kid still wants to play tricks! I'll shake him up a little more, damn it!"

…………

17:00.

During non-working hours, the music gradually stopped, and Liu Ying leaned in front of Zhao Song, exhaling like blue:

"Do you know? Tang Seng has gone through ninety-nine and eighty-one hardships, but it is Jin Chanzi who enjoys the blessing in the end."

Zhao Song squinted at her: "It doesn't matter what Jin Chanzi is enjoying, I'm still willing to be a Tang monk."

"Oh?" Liu Ying raised eyebrows, "Because of Xingxian?"

Zhao Song thought: "That woman must be knocked out by Wukong, take her away!"

"Is that a rabbit?"

"For the rabbit, I should go according to the plot, wait for Chang'e to hug the rabbit, let Wukong knock it out and take it away with me."

"Where are you taking it?"

"Daughter country."

"What are you taking it for?"

Zhao Song's eyes were deep: "I am an author by profession, and my dream is to write a novel "I Came to the Land of Women". The so-called art comes from practice..."

"Pfft~"

"Oh, it hurts~"

Liu Ying rubbed her paws, and asked angrily, "If I don't have any plans for the evening, I'll go back. Professor Liu can't do without people."

Zhao Song nodded, picked up the evening paper on the coffee table and said, "Go. It's important."

"Okay, I'll pick you up at Ziyu Villa tomorrow afternoon." After speaking, Liu Ying got up and left.

"Wait." Suddenly, Zhao Song raised his head from the newspaper.

"What's wrong?"

"Tonight is the battle between Beijing and Lu?"

Liu Ying looked at the newspaper in his hand and nodded hesitantly.

"Find me a grandstand ticket."

"Okay, I'll send someone to bring it to you later, but you have to pay attention to safety, and there must be someone around you at all times."

Zhao Song was impatient: "Understood."

"Do you need to arrange dinner for you?"

Zhao Song thought for a while: "Dumplings stuffed with leeks and pork, Wang Zhi and stinky tofu, no garlic, let's have green onions dipped in miso, and served with five-star gold and six blessings!"

Liu Ying was confused: "Who are you trying to smoke to death?"

Zhao Song waved his hand for the last time, and said decisively: "Arrangement!"

"...Yes~"

...

17:30.

A burst of suppressed cheers suddenly broke out in Beihe Provincial Government before get off work.

The difference is that in Wuming Street, Qing County, Beihe Cang City, there are deafening firecrackers.

Excited people brought fireworks one after another, and after a while, colorful fireworks illuminated the dark sky.

The provincial government called to congratulate, and the city leaders came to inspect. At this moment, the location of Wuming Technology is more lively than the New Year.

...

"Watching football?"

On the commercial vehicle, Zhao Rong asked in disbelief.

Xingsheng put down his phone: "The Beijing-Luzhou war, the Football Association leaders will participate, the security level is sufficient."

After finishing speaking, he thought about it again, gritted his teeth and said, "I'll shake people up a little more!"

Zhao Rong: "..."

………………

17:55.

Zhao Song hiccupped and sat on the Audi A8.

Er Mao in the driver's seat covered his nose and asked depressedly, "Worker body?"

"Well, let's go."

Ermao opened the car window, made a simple gesture to the window, then found two mask straps from the glove box, and then started the car.

Zhao Song looked at the wires behind his ears and said with a smile, "The equipment is quite advanced."

"Brother, can you stop talking?" Er Mao said depressedly.

"Be patient, leeks are not easy to digest. I don't have anything good to digest for dinner today. I'll just throw up later.

Hurray~"

"Still throwing up," Er Mao shook his head helplessly, "Brother, didn't you play basketball before, why did you fall in love with football?"

As a basketball fan?

Zhao Song shook his head again and again, recalling in his mind the flower-growing fans in the NBA after the 'anti-China' campaign, and the sky-high priced AJ shoes; recalling the passageway where people come and go, a lonely little girl holding A piece of A4 paper with only four words written on it: Make some money...

Planting flowers for basketball fans is a joke. (The author himself is a basketball fan, please lightly spray)

Regardless of whether it is in war or peace, whether it is in a prosperous or poor country, as long as the Chinese football team appears in the sky above the stadium, the five-star red flag will always fly.

Gardening football fans are no joke! Chinese football is!

"It's enough for the 'invisible man' to follow me for a while. Shenzhou is the sponsor of Guoan Stadium, and the fans in Beijing know me."

Ermao: "Luneng doesn't know you."

"Why don't you know me? Shenzhou Inspur is a sponsor over there, so I know everyone."

"……All right."

…………

19:20.

A certain business hotel.

Zhao Rong and Xingsheng looked at each other, then turned to look at the two TVs at the same time.

One broadcasts on Beijing Satellite TV and the other on Dongshan Satellite TV. In fact, Central Five is also broadcasting live, but it is not as bold as the two satellite TVs.

Under the camera, I saw that Zhao Song didn't know what to say to the leaders of the two fans. He took the double drumsticks from a shirtless fan and beat the "Chinese Drum" like an angry beast, while taking the lead in roaring:

"Sabi~"

The fans shouted: "Change the referee!"

"Sabbie!"

"Change the referee!"

"Sabbie!"

"Change the referee!"

"..."

Jing scolded appeared.

Zhao Rong supported his forehead and said weakly: "I have a bad feeling."

"Your premonition came true!" Gritting his teeth, Xingsheng picked up the phone, "Then he is planning to lock himself up in another place, as long as he locks himself up for a week, Xiaoyu's side will be able to show preliminary results, and someone will definitely be shaken by then.

No, I'll shake people again, and I'll see who dares to lock up that Saby tonight. "

"Shake it," Zhao Rong stared at the time and space situation on the TV, gripped the phone tightly, and was ready to join the shaking team at any time.

On the TV, under the leadership of Zhao Song, more than a dozen light pigs climbed down the stands along the ropes made of clothes.

Jinglu players hid aside and shivered, but excitedly watched Zhao Song and Guangzhu chasing the referee and beating violently.

"grass!"

A gentle and gentle Zhao Rong was furious with foul language, so he quickly picked up his cell phone and called his husband.

Xingsheng next to him also yelled into the phone: "Lao Liu, who is there at Dongsishitiao? Help me, as long as Zhao Song is involved tonight, don't worry about it, and wait until tomorrow... Fuck me!"

"Pa-ta~"

The mobile phone was dropped, Xingsheng was sluggish, on TV, after the referee, with the help of a group of fans, Zhao Song and Guangzhu broke through the security barrier and went straight to the rostrum.

Afterwards, Guangzhu assisted and Zhao Song output.

"Boom~"

With two hammers on the head, Leader Yan stared at gold stars.

Finally, Zhao Song stretched out his middle finger, and under the watchful eyes of the whole country, he inserted it into his throat:

"vomit~"

When this generation of fans gets old, they will never forget that night.

That night, it was so green~ The leader was all green, black and green, black and green. Even, they can smell the black and green, black and green smell through the TV~

As much as flower football stinks, so does that leader!

"..."

In the room, Zhao Rong and Xingsheng stared wide-eyed, opened their mouths wide, and stared at the TV dumbly, and the commentary voice in their ears was so excited:

"Spit! Spit! Spit! Zhao Song made a contribution! Zhao Song made a contribution! Didn't give the security personnel any chance!"

"The victory belongs to Zhao Song, the victory belongs to the fans in Beijing, the fans in Dongshan, and the fans all over the country!"

"At this moment, he is not fighting alone! He is not alone..."