Reinventing the Millennium

November 27, Tuesday, was a crisp autumn day, the sun was not shining on my eyes, the breeze was not suffocating, the storm was far away, and flights could take off.

After Fang Zhuo confirmed that there was no problem with the work, he flew to Shanghai with his three partners.

Business class when you arrive, economy class when you return.

The air ticket for the arrival was purchased by IDG, and the air ticket for the return trip was purchased by the Anliang Chamber of Commerce.

Based on this alone, Fang Zhuo felt that he should revise his inner understanding - he was flying to Shanghai with three creditors. These people could not be considered partners, they were too petty.

"Mr. Fang, is the market performance of M1 within your expectations?" Li Xinyue sat next to Fang Zhuo and became concerned about the product situation in the past two weeks as soon as she got on the plane.

"M1 has already made zero breakthroughs. Kroger hasn't given me the specific sales data yet. I expect there will be specific receipts this weekend." Fang Zhuo said casually, "You don't have to have too many expectations for early sales. Advertising It has just started to be launched, and the market needs to know that there is such a thing before they can buy it.”

Li Xinyue nodded slightly, this is the reason.

"Speaking of which, did Mr. Li come to Shanghai this time to visit some senior martial artist?" Fang Zhuo said with a smile, "I always feel that you are far away from your martial arts world. I didn't expect that there would be a double-flowered red stick sitting next to me when I came back. It’s an honor and an honor.”

Li Xinyue is on the left, Fang Zhuo is in the middle, and on the right is He Hushan, the double-flowered red stick from Anliang Hall, and another person sitting in the row behind.

"Well, there is a Hongmen senior who missed his homeland and returned to China two years ago. Come to think of it, I have to call him uncle." Li Xinyue said lightly.

Fang Zhuo said "Oh", turned his head to look at the sturdy He Hushan, and asked curiously: "Brother He, what kind of reputation is Shuanghuahongguan in the world? I have seen it in the Xiangjiang movie before, where it was shot Is it all true?"

"Anyone with a red stick can fight, and those with double flowers are the best." He Hushan didn't mind the mainland young man's curiosity and grinned, "If you meet a brother on the road in the future, you might as well mention my name - —Black Leg He Hushan.”

The flight was boring, so Li Xinyue also explained: "432 straw sandals, 415 white paper fans, 426 red sticks, these are the names in the club. If Mr. Fang has business in Xiangjiang in the future, we can also give him Pull a string."

432? 415? 426?

Fang Zhuo became more and more interested and asked the eldest lady of Anliang Hall and Shuanghua Hongguan about the anecdotes of the world in detail.

The two people in the world chatted in a friendly manner, and took the opportunity to talk about the consequences of some people who borrowed money and failed to repay it, which was a shock to them from the beginning of the trip.

The transoceanic flight was long, but the fighting in the rivers and lakes sounded really exciting.

Fang Zhuo chatted a lot on the way. When he woke up from a nap and entered the domestic airspace, he sighed with unfinished content: "There are so many stories in the world, some of which are more exciting than those in the movies. Brother He really satisfied my curiosity."

"Brother He's nickname in the martial arts world is 'Black Legs'. He must have very good kung fu on his legs. I don't know what Brother Fan is called in the martial arts world?"

Along the way, He Hushan felt that Fang Zhuo was a very knowledgeable person and replied: "Old Fan people call him Copper Pea."

Fang Zhuo was surprised: "Copper Pea? Why is this name so unique?"

"Copper peas that cannot be steamed, boiled, beaten, or stir-fried are resounding copper peas." When He Hushan mentioned his brother Fan Xiong, he couldn't help but feel a little proud.

Fang Zhuo feels that this gang is quite educated, and Guan Hanqing's words can still be used in this way...

The flight arrived in Shanghai and was ready to land.

Before getting off the plane, Fang Zhuo mentioned Jianghu's reputation again and said: "Your names are all very prestigious. Our company is also planning to use a fancy name. I'll think about it carefully and give myself a prestigious name."

He Hushan chuckled, feeling that this young man indeed lacked some respect for himself and others. The name was not randomly chosen, nor could it be used casually as a joke.

The passenger plane stopped, and the business class passengers disembarked first, followed by the economy class passengers.

Fang Zhuo and his party of four, not counting him and Li Xinyue, the other two red sticks were wearing black suits and looked particularly solemn and untouchable.

But even so, someone suddenly squeezed in from behind to say hello.

"Mr. Fang, are you Mr. Fang from Yike?"

Fang Zhuo was holding a small briefcase and looked at the stranger unexpectedly: "Who are you?"

"I am Qi Haijia from Pengcheng Feihong Advertising. Mr. Yu entrusted Yike's advertising in Guangdong Province and Pengcheng to us." Qi Haijia handed over the business card enthusiastically.

Fang Zhuo took the business card, handed his own over, and said with a smile: "It's such a fate. It seems that Mr. Qi has never been to the company, so you can recognize me? The promotion of Yike M1 is troublesome for you."

"I have seen Mr. Fang on TV and I will definitely visit Hang Lung in the next two days. My relatives also want to try making our M1 products." Qi Haijia said.

Li Xinyue next to her was startled when she heard this. Have you seen Mr. Fang on TV? This guy surnamed Fang has been on TV? Is it famous?

The two exchanged pleasantries for a few words, and the people in line in front began to get off the plane one after another. However, for some reason, there was a little bit of discussion.

Fang Zhuo put down his business card and followed the team forward.

As soon as they arrived at the cabin, four conspicuous police cars were waiting quietly.

Fang Zhuo was stunned, and instantly saw a familiar figure next to the police car. This Old Wang... I asked you to bring some of your own people. How can you create such a formation? You are working too hard!

Li Xinyue next to him obviously slowed down in pace, with a natural and traditional sensitivity and uneasiness due to his status. The two double-flower red sticks behind him also hesitated to guess the situation, feeling that it was not meant for them.

Fang Zhuo led the three people forward without any hesitation.

Wang Fengyi saw the eye-catching Fang Zhuo beside the car and went forward with his friends in uniform to greet him.

The eldest lady Anliangtang, the black-legged He Hushan, and the bronze pea Fan Xiong, the three people's hearts suddenly skipped a beat, and their throats were dry and sliding in unison. This... seemed to be directed at themselves. .

"Mr. Fang, this way." Wang Fengyi and Fang Zhuo shook hands. It was not good to be so enthusiastic in public. Besides, the enthusiasm was not intimidating enough.

Fang Zhuo nodded and looked back at the three companions. Li Xinyue's rosy face was white, Fan Xiong, a copper pea, pursed his lips uneasily, and He Hushan, a black leg, seemed to have a little softness in his legs.

It seems that the two double-flower red sticks are still a bit inferior to Li Xinyue.

Fang Zhuo babbled at them without saying a word, motioning to follow him.

Li Xinyue looked at the figure in front of him blankly, then glanced at the majestic uniform, and followed his fate with two wilted red sticks. Was this a plot or did Fang commit something wrong in the mainland?

Qi Haijia, who was queuing up to get off the plane, looked at this scene in astonishment. What is going on with Mr. Fang? Why were you taken away by the police?

Fang Zhuo and Wang Fengyi walked to the car and stopped. When he looked back, black legs and copper peas' foreheads were already sweating.

Are you calling me Black Legs?

Are you calling me Copper Pea?

You, Anliangtang, are going to follow me even when I come back?

"My friend, General Manager Wang Fengyi, happened to pick him up at the airport, so he saved the taxi fare." Fang Zhuo was too lazy to find any unique excuse, and he didn't know how Wang Fengyi got it done.

"Hey, get in the car and chat, get in the car and chat, brother Wang, this is Captain Wu." Wang Fengyi looked at the three overseas compatriots with a smile.

Fang Zhuo did not introduce the two parties at all. He looked at the car and said, "It seems there is no room in the front. Mr. Li and the two brothers should take the car at the back."

Li Xinyue showed a stiff smile and said with a trembling voice, "Okay, okay."

Fang Zhuo greeted Captain Wu and got into the passenger seat.

The three heroes of Anliangtang, accompanied by their uniformed comrades, got into the second car somewhat tragically. At this moment, they felt like they were being hunted. What exactly was going on?

In particular, the black-legged He Hushan was sitting upright in the back row, thinking about the chatting all the way on the plane, and felt a sense of regret in his heart. Brother Fang, I am just a braggart, you must not take it seriously...