Sister, you miss me

"Stop playing, okay?" Wang Cong said, "Martial Woman, thank you for your professional cooperation, I know that you can kill a hundred people at every turn. I really am not an opponent."

The actress surnamed Wu still wanted to talk, Wang Cong hurriedly stated: "I agree that you can join Yibendao and you can sign at any time."

Wu's Tenglan looked happy, bowed three times in a row, and stepped forward to imprint a lip mark on the Prince's cheek. With a "don't disturb you rest", Lianbu gently moved away.

Wang Cong threw his body into the semi-enclosed chair, and searched through the address book.

The fourth son of the northern capital, in just five years, his assets doubled five times. Wang Cong was definitely not a fame. He acted vigorously and immediately found the number of Feng Yuxin, chairman of Yuxin Group.

"Ms. Feng, I am Xiao Wang from Wang Family International, and my father is Wang Lin. I know it is a bit abrupt to call you so late, but..."

"Oh, Xiao Wang, there is something to do with Auntie." Feng Yuxin still speaks like an elder despite being a little surprised.

Wang Gongzi choked all of a sudden, and said for a long time: "That's it. I heard that your company has a project that is going to fall behind in the northern capital, but he chose an unknown company for cooperation, and that company is called Fengxue Group. A small company only uses technology to buy shares, and it actually accounts for 55% of the company's shares. Ms. Feng, you will not be fooled by others, right?"

Feng Yuxin smiled faintly: "Xiao Wang, do you have any good ideas?"

"Our company is rooted in Beijing Capital. Regardless of personnel, financial strength or contacts, it is your company's best choice, so I think..."

"You don't need to think about it."

"Ms. Feng meant..."

"You may not know the relationship between Fengxue Group and me?"

"Dare to ask..."

"Xiaofeng is my son's brother, and my godson."

"Godson?" Wang Cong seemed to hear the most absurd reason.

"Xiao Wang, I have a chance to introduce you to each other. I have something to do. I'll hang up first.

Hearing the beep in the microphone, Wang Cong held the phone tightly and shouted, "Godson? There must be adultery!"

Wang Cong paced back and forth in the room, suddenly stopped, and dialed a number: "Xiaohou, completely block the internet celebrity named Nie Hongye for me."

"Prince prince, what's wrong, did she mess with you?"

"Stop talking nonsense and do what I say."

"Prince Wang, although she is an anchor on our platform, she is a small star with an agent in the company and will leave at any time. Do you know how many fans she has? Do you know how much loss this will cause to our platform?"

"Xiaohou, I am the boss and you are the boss."

"Of course it is you, but I just want to tell you that public is public and private is private. Don't mix personal emotions into your work."

"I still need you to teach me how to do things?" Wang Cong suddenly roared, "Isn't the loss of the platform my money? Don't worry, how much you lose, I will replenish you and will not affect your performance."

"All right, let me ask."

Suddenly, Wang Cong felt that everything was not going well and was irritable, so he called the company's gold medal trader again: "Xiao Hu, how much idle funds are in the company's account?"

"Prince Prince, what's the matter?"

"You tell me first, about how much?"

"A billion!"

"Very good, have you heard of Yuxin Group?"

"Of course, the leading private companies in new energy vehicles have very good stock performance."

"I want you to fight a financial war with Yuxin Group. Do you have any confidence."

"Why, the teacher is unknown! Moreover, this amount of funds is not enough."

"How much do you want?"

"But why?"

"It's a little weird today. There are always subordinates asking the boss why?" Wang Cong suddenly roared, "Say, how much money is needed to do it?"

"Five billion." Xiao Hu gritted his teeth and said a number that he wanted Wang Cong to retreat.

It is expected that Wang Cong was silent for a moment and said: "Okay, wait for my news."

...

Everyone drank a lot in the "Golden" private room of the Kunming Lake Private Club, and there was no atmosphere at all in a casual meal.

In particular, Park Jong-Sheng and Jin Zi-shan both joined together to drink.

Others couldn't help but talk to Jiang Haichao. The young people were fascinated by the things in space.

Yang Feng picked up the cup and gently touched Nie Hongye next to him, raising his dark eyebrows slightly.

After taking a sip, Yang Feng said softly: "How is your work recently?"

"Fortunately." Nie Hongye's voice was as low as ever, but with a kind of magnetism, "enough to live a prosperous life with my dad."

Yang Feng rushed to Qin Xue's hook, her head came over, and Yang Feng said: "Secretary Dong, who is also Hongye's agent, I have a suggestion, you listen to it?"

"What?" the two girls asked at the same time.

"At first, letting Hongye go to the platform was just a stopgap measure. It was a transition. In the long run, it is bound to be detrimental to future development. Moreover, Dracula said, several songwriters, although they have heard Hongye singing, but want to When I met her, some questions were communicated face-to-face, and it was still the interview tone. So, I want Hongye to get out and concentrate on the new song."

Qin Xue couldn't help saying: "Brother, it's a pity to get out, do you know how popular Hongye is? You can buy a half-square-meter house in the best part of the northern capital for a day's income. This...this is just a grab for money! "

"Hair has long hair and short knowledge." Yang Feng despised Qin Xue, who was so angry that he had a long mouth, and looked at Nie Hongye: "What's your opinion?"

"Your opinion is mine." Nie Hongye said tenderly.

Yang Feng nodded: "Manager, contact the platform tomorrow, Hongye will quit."

"Why are you asking my opinion?" Qin Xue looked upset.

Yang Feng paused for a drink: "Come on, to Nie Hongye to take a solid step towards the superstar, cheers."

"Superstar, take me?" Nie Qing came over with a cup unwilling to be lonely.

Several people clinked glasses, and Yang Feng suddenly said, "Xiaoqing, ask you a question, is that Wang Cong familiar with you?"

"Familiar ass..." Nie Qing covered her mouth for a moment, and apparently felt that in this public place, she shouldn't be dirty with her beauty and wisdom. She reluctantly smiled: "It's just a acquaintance. ."

"That kid seems to want to chase you. He looks like a shit, how much is the family?"

Holding the cup, Nie Qing really calculated it carefully. After a while, he said, "The father and son should exceed tens of billions by adding one piece."

"Oh, then you can think about it." Yang Feng teased with a smile.

Before Nie Qing had time to speak, Jiang Haichao smiled coldly and said with disdain: "Wang Cong? It's just a clown."

Yang Feng scratched his head subconsciously: "I suddenly remembered an interesting thing. You said, how did the Wang Gongzi's name come from? It's not a clever Cong, nor an impulsive charge. It turned out to be a green onion?"

"I know this." Park Zhongsheng rushed to speak. He drank a lot and was vague. "There is a saying in our hometown: eat a green onion, hard for a winter. I heard people say more than once: a green onion for ten minutes. "

The boy ignored the few young and beautiful girls present, and did not realize his vulgar remarks. He continued: "Modern scientific research has proved that green onions are also rich in protein and vitamins, which are good for men to improve immunity and function... …"

"That's why he is called Wang Cong?" Wang Datong interrupted Pu Zhongsheng with a smile.

Park Zhongsheng was drunk and dim, disregarding everyone's ridiculous appearance: "Of course, when people are rich, they think about spreading the branches of the children and grandchildren. I think this is his father's true thoughts, and it is also the original intention of naming his son Wang Cong."

Everyone finally couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Wang Datong laughed for a while and raised his hand: "As a native of Beidu, I probably know a little bit. Wang Cong's name is really meaningful."

Nie Qing took the conversation: "I know, I know, I said. Wang Cong’s father is named Wang Lin, and he is considered the first group of people to become rich in reform and opening up. Of course, he seized the opportunity. The difference."

"You are ruthless with garlic, you army with ginger, and beans, you play, everyone should remember it! At that time, the green onions were also beautiful for a while, Wang Lin seized the opportunity, earned the first pot of gold in life, and completed the original capital. After accumulation, it was out of control, and even today's financial empire-Wang's International. To commemorate, Wang Lin named his son Wang Cong."

After listening to Nie Qing's account, everyone showed a suddenly realized expression.

"It's not that you are going to lose yourself, or what is it called?" Yang Feng said suddenly.

"Bad son?" Nie Qing said smoothly.

This was a terrible one, the private room was laughing in a mess, some people patted the table, some people rubbed their stomachs.

Nie Qing twisted and pinched Yang Feng: "Yang Feng is dead and ugly Yang Feng, it's all you, making people embarrassed."

Yang Feng begged for mercy, and smiled and said, "Why don't you pick up, just go on and say, if you don't find your own reasons, blame me?"

"It's you, it's you..."

"Xiao Qing," Jiang Haichao couldn't stand it anymore. A man in his thirties, even though he had been in the space station for ten years, he was not stupid, and his eyesight was not bad at all. Everyone can see that Nie Qing treats Yang Feng. Especially, let alone his childhood sweetheart brother?"Can we find a place to chat alone."

The private room suddenly became quiet, everyone looked at Jiang Haichao, and finally focused on Nie Qing.

Of course Nie Qing knew what everyone was thinking, but nodded, "Okay."

At this time, Nie Hongye's mobile phone rang, she picked it up and looked at it, frowning and said, "Is it the platform supervisor?"

Yang Feng made a silent gesture and everyone was quiet. Nie Hongye connected and said, "Manager Hou, what are you looking for me at so late?"

Yang Feng snatched it and pressed the speakerphone, Manager Hou's voice came from inside: "Hongye, do you know the big boss?"

"Big boss, who? How would I know? What's wrong?"

"Something..."

"Manager Hou, I planned to talk to you tomorrow, so let's take this opportunity to speak." Nie Hongye glanced at Yang Feng and said, "From now on, I will not participate in the live broadcast. Thank you for taking care of me. ."

"what why?"

"What my boss meant, he asked me to record a new song."

"That's it, congratulations."

"Manager Hou, what did you mean by that just now!"

"Oh, it's not interesting, then goodbye. Well, I hope there will be opportunities for cooperation in the future."

Manager Hou hung up and called Wang Cong immediately.