Zhao Zhenhua smiled and said, "Don't worry, you will definitely not give up on you and my sister, hehe. They invited me and Aunt Dong."

"Well, then you can communicate with Aunt Dong in advance. When will she be there?"

"I didn't say that, she will definitely call you or my sister when she comes. Ask me about this?"

"Okay, then I'll wait to appreciate Mr. Zhao's style on TV."

"Hehe, look at you."

After putting down the phone, Zhang Yanming rubbed his chin.

Zhao Zhenhua has made great progress in the past six months, and he has achieved such a sense of experience.

Gezhi was a thrilling place, with news and big discussions in the industry. The official media spoke out and the National Channel also came to interview, and some people couldn't sit still.

Zeng Junlie.

The boy thiefed and pulled Brother Mou over and ran over without making a phone call. He was like a bright weasel coming to the door.

"I'm fine, nothing is wrong, I'm just slitting my legs." Brother Mou solemnly stated as soon as he sat down, saving himself from talking to him for a while.

This kid has done it more than once.

Of course, this is all a joke, and it is still very comfortable for two people to get along with each other.

Although Lao Zeng was from Lingnan, he has a straightforward personality and is tough, and he is more routine in his work. Lao Mou appreciates this.

Moreover, Phoenix Furniture occupies two floors of the National Building. When two people contact each other every day, this is how they feel.

There are only two people in the entire building with similar status in all aspects, so there is no need to worry about speaking. The more people go up, the more lonely they become. It is really not easy to find someone who can talk to them without involving the interests.

"Hey, Brother Mou, I have a friend who is a few years older than me and a few years younger than you. He is a playmaker. He can think about playing and want to meet him?"

Zhang Yanming ignored Lao Zeng and started chatting with Brother Mou.

Although the headquarters of Phoenix Furniture has moved to Beijing and Brother Mou’s family has come, in fact, the two have not met much.

That is, there are a little more calls, so I would like to say hello if I have something to do, and talk about factory development and other things.

Brother Mou and Lao Zeng are not as idle as Zhang Yanming. They are so busy that day that they are really busy, so how can they have the time to come out after work?

Go home and lie down for a while and feel more comfortable than anything else.

"What are you doing?"

Zhang Yanming thought for a while: "Play. The side job is to talk about crosstalk and help me manage the petting garden. Then it is to drink, and friends gather together to eat, drink and brag. He likes this."

"Hey, this is OK. This is a good personality. I like it. Will you come to meet me one day?" Brother Mou was energetic.

He is a person who loves drinking, but when he arrives in the capital, he doesn't have time to say whether he doesn't drink it or not, and Lao Zeng just pours it in two taels. It's not interesting.

"You may not be the opponent. I heard that he has worked for about twenty times in one meal."

"Damn, yes, yes, yes, it's okay, it's necessary to understand and compare the amount." Brother Mou got addicted to alcohol.

"Oh, that," Lao Zeng raised his hand and found that he couldn't get in.

"I built a garden in the original Nanhaizi Airport. I will move there in a few days. My whole family will go there, so I will leave it here for the hotel."

Zhang Yanming sent a cigarette and helped the two brothers lit it: "Can't you get through it? The place is quite big, the environment is OK, it's quiet."

"Where is it?" Brother Mou and Lao Zeng were not very familiar with the capital. Although they have lived and worked here for some years, how can they have time to go around?

That is, to be familiar with your own acre of three-part land.

Zhang Yanming pointed to the map on the wall: "Outside the South Fifth Ring Road, three kilometers of elevated landing."

Lao Zeng ran over to look at the map, and Brother Mou stood up and looked at it together: "Come to Erming, please point me, please be more specific... Where have you gone? You have to leave the city for more than ten kilometers, right?"

Zhang Yanming went over and pointed to the specific place: "It's just this. This place is blank. It used to be a dedicated airport and a place for special planes. Now it's moved away."

He looked back, took a pen and drew in the blank space: "The Fifth Ring Road is coming from the ground, and the Air Force Ground Station is unchanged to the north, and the Garrison District is on the south.

We are here, this part is my home, this is a forest, and this part is a park.

I built a villa and community here, opposite there was a large vegetable field, and the roadside was filled with poplar trees. They built sixty buildings, but they were all living in their own people."

Zhang Yanming drew the general layout, garden, small lake and so on: "That's probably what it means. Are you here?"

Lao Zeng stretched his head and stared at him for a while: "Damn, your own home is two big, right? Territory."

"Absolutely," Zhang Yanming smiled and marked the size with his pen: "You are 1,200 meters by 500, and I am 1,200 meters by 1,200 meters by 1,200 meters."

"Okay," Brother Mou nodded: "If you have this strength, you should be more decent. Can this be called a manor, right?"

"It's almost the same inside. I just went to check it out two days ago, and I'm left with a little tail. Come here? Come here, let's get closer and visit you.

It’s fast to your unit from here. There are no cars on the Fifth Ring Road, and it’s just a matter of oil for about 30 kilometers."

"Then you have to go to the fourth ring road. Aren't you going to go to the fifth ring road? " Lao Zeng rubbed his bald head. This guy was fucking this summer and shaved his big bald head, which was so bright.

"Then come here. It's not interesting to live there. It's not that crowded or lively, so it's almost the same where I'm there." Brother Mou didn't care, and turned his head to look at Lao Zeng: "Are you here?"

"Come on, join in the fun." Lao Zeng lay on the map and looked at the sketch drawn by Zhang Yanming: "I want to be next to the lake in the middle. I want number one."

"It's gone, Building 5 is in the middle, No. 1 and No. 5 are gone, No. 4 is the service center. You either Er'er or you are a mistress."

"Damn." Lao Zeng rubbed his bald head: "Then Xiaosan'er is better than Er'er."

"Then I'm number two, just two." Brother Mou smiled: "Is the real scene coming out? How about it?"

"We can move," Zhang Yanming nodded: "You can make all the furniture and appliances by yourself, just go to the service center to register."

"Where can't you see your appearance?"

"It's almost done, and there's a little bit of a finish. My side is actually faster than here, all of which are flowers, plants and trees, and there are sixty houses here."

"What tree was planted in the yard?" Lao Zeng asked.

"There are many maple trees, ginkgo trees, hibiscus trees, and so on, anyway. It's quite beautiful. There seem to be dozens of flowers."

"It's not deserted to live in such a big yard?"

"What's the deserted thing? More than 100 people are there, and it's good to raise some animals. I'll put more than 100 thrushes and larks here, and probably some of them will run to you."

"..." Brother Mou raised his eyebrows: "That's a big deal. Why do you do so much?"

"I'm afraid I can't keep it, so I'll have to leave some."

"You have planted so many trees and there are still people who feed it. It's just a matter of no way. It's not necessary for the morning alarm clock."

"Okay, it sounds nice. Besides, I'm good at going to bed early and getting up early, so I'll get up and run away." Zhang Yanming reached out and patted Brother Mou's bulging belly.

Lao Mou is older, over 40 years old, and is middle-aged. He has started to gain weight and his figure is distorted, and his stomach is getting better. The main reason is that he exercises too little.

"Come here, how do you do your child?" Lao Zeng asked Brother Mou.

"Isn't there a car? It's okay." Brother Mou shook his head.
Chapter completed!