.Beijing in early winter was filled with a warm air. Compared with previous years, this year's Beijing has not become deserted because of the arrival of winter. On the contrary, with the boom in real estate development, Beijing is now more like a large construction site. The fleets crowded at the entrance of the toll station are lined up in a long queue. Each heavy truck is loaded with cement and steel bars entering the imperial city like flowing water. After searching through the old calendar, those old Beijings did not remember when the imperial city had such a prosperous scene.

A peaceful and prosperous era is coming!

In a villa in the suburbs of Beijing, an old man sat on a recliner in the yard, enjoying the winter sunshine. This old man is Mr. Li. He retired a few years ago. Although his influence is not as good as before, his son Li Meng is successful and has been doing well in the Development and Reform Commission. There are already news that he will soon become the director of the Northeast Reform Department. Mr. Li just laughed it off and lived his leisurely life with peace of mind.

However, although Mr. Li was lying on the rocking chair, his eyes always slipped out the door, as if he was waiting for someone. Sure enough, a black cloud leopard car drove over and stopped at the door of Mr. Li's house. After the door opened, an old man with white beard and silver hair walked out of the car. It was Xiao Yunqi.

After entering the door, Xiao Yunqi looked at Mr. Li and said, "Old Li, you are leisurely, the place is good and you are quite talented."

Mr. Li sat up from the recliner and smiled and said, "Who can compare to your residence? You can always feel the breath of the Prime Minister. That is a real blessing!" "Well, let's not talk about this. We old people will see Marx in a few years. Some things need to be dealt with quickly." Xiao Yunqi's words were interrupted by a cough, and his body bent down. He straightened his waist for a while before he straightened his back, and a trace of morbid redness appeared on his face.

"Old Xiao. Be careful of your health!" Old Li looked at Xiao Yunqi with some concern. He didn't have many friends, and Xiao Yunqi was one of them.

"Well. Let's talk about it in the room." Xiao Yunqi walked straight into the room. Old Li shook his head and had no choice but to follow him in.

"These are some of Zhang Yan's ideas. They may not be very mature yet. You can take a look first."

"Okay, I haven't seen Zhang Yan for three or four years and I have any ideas. This time I'll see if there are some new ideas. You, a closed disciple, are really suitable for economics. If I had listened to me back then, maybe it's already the Hong Kong territory of the Bank of China!" Mr. Li finished speaking and started to look.

After a long time, Mr. Li put down the manuscript and looked at Xiao Yunqi and said, "I haven't made a big splash for three years. Zhang Yan is really an extraordinary person. What do you think about this? Lao Xiao?"

Xiao Yunqi coughed gently and said, "I'm not an economic maker, but the above statement seems to be a bit in line with the current policies, so I can't hold on to pay attention. I just want you to check it and see if it's right?"

Mr. Li nodded and said, "It's right. In fact, the economy seems to be difficult to say, but only one is true. The others have evolved from this one, that is, to do business with win-win results. If one party always makes money with strong strength, then the business will definitely be over. The normal state of economics is that everyone makes money."

"Zhang Yan is right. But who will implement it? It's not a waste in the end." After Mr. Li said that, he lowered the manuscript gently, sighed and shook his head. However, when he shook his head, a strange look flashed. Xiao Yunqi did not notice it and said angrily: "The person who tied the bell must be unlocked. Zhang Yan, the stinky brat, means he fiddled it out first** and then talked about it after the pilot is completed. This kid is just a stupid stinky stone, so he will make it bloody when he touches his head."

Mr. Li's eyes lit up: "That's good. But Lao Xiao, are you here just for this? This book is reprinted."

"Well, this person is Liu Feng, and I am very familiar with my parents. I have a few bad money and it looks amazing. Your task is to just kill his arrogance and let him run a hundred miles away when he sees me in the future." At this time, Xie Wenjuan had already driven to the provincial capital and was hurrying to communicate at the last time.

Zhang Yan nodded and agreed, jokingly: "Okay, you can do whatever you say. I will listen to you, but I always have to buy some clothes. The old man has come, and Jinli is here. No matter how much you say, you will have to pay tens of thousands of dollars. Who will pay this money!"

"Tsk, companies worth hundreds of billions of dollars are in their hands, and they still care about these small money. Didn't the newspaper say that if Bill Gates lost a hundred yuan bill, then he would have lost several thousand yuan in a moment. So what a rich man like you need to do the most is to throw the money out without blinking, saving time."

"I understand. I should give you hundreds of thousands of dollars now in exchange for some time. That's the reason." Zhang Yan asked with a bitter face. These days, the wrong theory has been systematic and routine, and he will not stop fooling normal people. If the money is really made by himself, there is nothing to say, but the money he owns is made by others. No matter how hard he makes, he will make as much as he should, and it has nothing to do with him.

"You are smart, but this girl can provide special services."

Zhang Yan looked at the graceful figure under the police uniform, swallowed and said, "What special service." To withstand the temptation, think about his wife and children, and never let the other party corrode. *** I don't pay attention to it, this girl has long legs, so what do you think about?

Not to mention Zhang Yan's random thoughts, Xie Wenjuan smiled and said, "You will know when you get to the place."

"This one, this one and this one, I'll try it all." In the largest shopping mall in the provincial capital, Duke of Windsor mall, Xie Wenjuan skillfully pointed to three suits and asked Zhang Yan to try it on. Zhang Yan was unhappy and walked into the fitting room lazily. Damn, if I knew I would sell clothes, I might as well let my wife put on his casual outfit. It is said that it seems to be a design site, but the main feature is that it has no characteristics at all.

As night falls, a young man is chatting with a middle-aged woman in a high-end restaurant in the provincial capital.

"Xiaofeng, our Xiaojuan has a bad temper. If you don't do a good job in some place, don't take it to your heart!"

The young man smiled and said, "Auntie, where are you saying anything? Juan Mei is gentle and sophisticated, how can she say rude words?"

The two chatted for a while, and the woman was a little impatient and whispered: "This stinky girl doesn't know what she's busy with, I'll call first."

"Dingling!" Xie Wenjuan took out her cell phone and looked at it. Her face suddenly sank. She connected her cell phone: "It's me, it's not convenient for me here... Well, I know." After saying that, she hung up her cell phone and said angrily: "Let's go, it seems that I can't hide today!"

Zhang Yan had changed into a sky blue casual suit at this time, making him look more handsome and extraordinary. He firmly stuck to the eyes of the ladies next to him. These were not as expected by Zhang Yan, but the price was a little more expensive, and he paid for it himself. Zhang Yan thought he could save as much as possible. "I have a limited collection of amazing collections and the world's first 50% off gold card. What's the maximum discount for you here?"

"Well, let's go quickly, my mom is almost crazy." Xie Wenjuan pulled Zhang Yan and ran outside. Several waiters looked at him in amazement. When Zhang Yan and both left were gone, they realized: "This person has not paid!" He had no time to chase him, but finally saw the gold card that fell to the ground.

"See if this card is rich." A man quickly put the gold card on the card swiper. "I'll see how much money there is on it, but don't have a little money, otherwise we will suffer a lot." Her words suddenly stopped, and she opened her mouth wide and looked at the screen.

"Xiao Li, what plane do you do? Why don't you talk like a fool?" A woman pushed Xiao Li away, looked at the computer screen, and was stunned for a moment.

On the screen, a string of numbers was displayed on the amount, and 78 zeros were jumping constantly, as if they were naughty little boys.

This man really dares to spend money.

"I remember clearly that this kid is named Liu Feng, the boss of Kim Jong International. His father is a director of the Development and Reform Commission. He graduated from Ivy League University in the United States. He is 1.8 meters tall and weighs 75 kilograms. He has no criminal record."
Chapter completed!