Director Wang said: "It is definitely not a financial person. This matter has not fallen to this point yet. It is now being discussed above.

I don’t know who Mr. Zhang is, if you want to understand the situation, find a way to go, ah? I still have something to do."

"Okay, okay, you are busy, thank you. One day I will be a party, let's get together." Mr. Li nodded and bowed with a smile.

"Let's talk about it, okay? Hang up." The opposite person hung up the phone.

The smile on Mr. Li's face slowly calmed down, he held the phone up, and shook his body to think about it.

After thinking for a while, he picked up the phone again, dialed a number skillfully, and took a cigarette and lit it.

"Why?"

"Lao Luo, I Lao Li."

"Well, I didn't look at the number. I'm busy, what's wrong?"

"What's there to be busy with? It's like a real thing." Mr. Li said casually.

"I can't compare with you, the bank boss, the office is like a palace, and no one cares about it all day long. I'm just an errand runner. I have to do anything at any time, and I have to do anything. I almost make mistakes. If I have something to do, I'll say it."

"I just contacted Director Wang, and he said you said that the matter of Yidaili Bank has nothing to do with them, and it hasn't fallen there yet."

"Well, that's it, didn't I tell you? This is the idea above and is still being discussed, but it's only a matter of time to implement it. You can prepare early. Don't inquire about it."

“Which layer?”

"Is this matter possible for anyone to study the boss's floor above me and the top floor above?"

"Hey, Lao Luo, you called me last time. Who is that Mr. Zhang? He's quite pretentious."

"What's wrong? You've contacted? Didn't you say anything?"

"I asked Xiao Yan'er to contact her, but he didn't say anything. I asked him to come over and chat in person, but I hung up my phone and couldn't answer it anymore. Fuck it. What a fun thing."

There was a noticeable rush over there, and he paused: "You call him and let him come to you to chat? Did he hung up your phone?"

"Ah, what's this? Who is this?"

"..." The opposite side paused for a while, and obviously took a few breaths: "Old Li, I used to feel that you were pretty good and I could understand things. You are, you are really...Damn."

"What's wrong? Who?"

"You make a report, please transfer it. I'm fucking... it's better not to involve me. In the future, we will go our separate ways, and I can't afford to offend you."

"Ah? What's wrong? This is? Lao Luo, please explain it clearly."

"I said, please make a report, please make a clear answer? Do you understand? I kindly do you want to help you, you cheat me.

I told Vice President Li that if my boss wants to meet someone, he must first ask them if they have time to talk equally, do they understand?

Are you not studying the shareholders' meeting when you are a vice president? He is the third largest shareholder of Beijing Business and the largest individual shareholder, and is your boss.

Do you want to be polite when I call you? I'm very Reagan."

Lao Luo hung up the phone with a few sirens.

Mr. Li immediately pressed the re-rotate button, and rang it twice and then connected it: "What else do you want?"

"No, you didn't tell me who he is, how can I do it now?"

"I know how to do it? I'll go find the leader to admit my mistake, you can think about it yourself." Lao Luo hung up the phone again.

Mr. Li was stunned for a moment and thought about it: "No, no, there is no one named Zhang among the shareholders?" He lowered his head and flipped through it, finding the contacts of the insider.

"The third shareholder... Is this obviously the surname Sun, Sun Hongye, chairman of Fengcheng Company. Fengcheng Company?" He thought for a while, his face looked ugly.

When he saw Fengcheng Company, he finally remembered who Mr. Zhang was.

Although Zhang Yanming didn't show up very much, the capital was so big and there were so many circles. Everyone was trapped in small circles, and they could know about all kinds of news.

The number Zhang Yanming is naturally also talking about it after dinner in a certain level circle.

The active general I Army, deputy director of the Military Department's Literature and Art Bureau, famous songwriter, producer, director, singer, and actual controller of Fengcheng. At a certain level, this is no secret.

It is said in the circle that this family has unfathomable wealth, and its investments are all 100 billion projects. They have a good relationship with the bosses above and are very supportive.

"I called someone and asked someone to wait for several minutes, and even told them to come and talk?" Mr. Li was a little suspicious of his life.

Just as he was thinking about it, his cell phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Old Li, what's wrong with you recently?"

"What's wrong?"

"Someone asked you for a reminder."

"who?"

"It is said that it is from the military headquarters, and some people in the city are asking. Didn't you cause any trouble?"

"No, how could I cause trouble? It's okay?" Mr. Li replied casually, but the sweat on his forehead was shed, and he felt panicked.

...

"Someone comes to school to see the environment? How many people? Where are they?"

"It's just local Yuzhou. We have contacted some high schools, mainly from Yuzhou and Ruhr provinces. We are quite attentive here and come to investigate the situation."

“When will it come?”

"I've come here, I guess the gate will be here in a while. I'll ask you how to arrange it."

Zhang Yanming stood by the roadside with his waist and watched Zhang Xiaoyue and Tang Doudou and his children call.

On the other side of the phone is the dean of Yuzhou Guqiao Vocational College, an old professor who has retired and re-employed by Yuzhou University.

"How to arrange it? Let's go to the college to visit the dormitory teaching building, various facilities and equipment, and introduce various majors and employment matters. Why not keep it for a meal?"

"I know these things. I'm asking if I can transfer a helicopter? Fly up directly and look at the overall environment and shake it first."

"...Okay, I'll arrange it. You are so amazing."

The old dean laughed and hung up the phone. Zhang Yanming smiled, called the mountain gate reception center and told him, and called Gong Hexin one and asked him to arrange a plane.

"Dad." Zhang Xiaoyue rushed to Zhang Yanming and stared at him with his head raised.

"What are you doing?"

"I heard the plane, you said to arrange the plane."

"Ah, the guest is here, I need to receive it."

"I, we want to sit down too, can we?" Zhang Xiaoyue made a squeaky look and blinked quickly at Zhang Yanming.

"Hahahaha, okay, you can sit around after you send someone up, okay?"

"Okay, you are a good father." Zhang Xiaoyue pulled Zhang Yanming's clothes and asked him to squat up, kissed him in the face, hugged his neck and rubbed his face a few times as a reward.

Under the mountain.

A bus drove into the parking lot.

"Is it here?"

"Yes, it's the reception center of Guqiao Mountain Scenic Area. That's not a brand. There's just such an external parking lot here."

"In the scenic area?"

"Yes, I said it was in the center of the scenic area. Let's go, let's see how to cut it up."

"Do you have to bury it if you drive it directly? Do you have to change the car?"

"It's said that the hilltop is not allowed to cut the cars outside to prevent pollution, so it should be arranged."

The people who came were a joint team of more than a dozen high schools, and more than twenty people came to more than a dozen high schools.
Chapter completed!