Around the company, Wei Anqing rented ten suites in the name of the company, which were used as the company's dormitories, one of which was in the Guangxin community, with two bedrooms and one living room, which was reserved for Song Shan to live in.

Song Shan will inevitably go to Jinling in the future, and he can't stay in a hotel every time he comes to Jinling.

If you don't have the money to buy a house in Jinling, you can at least have the money to rent a house.

There is also a set of four, eight and six in the room.

The current 486 microcomputer is a more trendy computer, although this kind of big butt, Song Shan is a little uncomfortable to use, but it is better than nothing.

Back to this era, leaving smartphones and laptops, at the beginning, Song Shan really felt a little empty, brushing Weibo at night, not shopping for a certain treasure, always feeling empty.

Song Shan didn't get used to it for a long time, but time is the best witness, and Song Shan finally got used to the days when he didn't have a smartphone or a laptop.

Now Song Shan is on the Internet, just to check the website news.

The Internet in this era, compared to 20 years later, is too monotonous and lacks entertainment.

What can interest him a little is the chat room.

In this era, chat rooms are endless, and it can be regarded as the beginning of online communication.

He turned his fist in the chat room at night, and blew it with those people all over the world, but he felt a lot happier, but there were some signs of Internet addiction teenagers, and he played until more than three o'clock.

This also led to the fact that when he got up at seven o'clock the next day, he had two more panda eyes on his face.

"What did you do last night?"

Wei Anqing took the breakfast, knocked on Song Shan's door, looked at the giant panda hanging on his face, paused for a moment, and then asked.

Her suite is one level below.

The two suites were rented together and were considered dormitories for the company's top management.

"Go online!"

Song Shan was lying on the sofa, unable to open his eyes.

"Is that microcomputer so fun?" Wei Anqing didn't understand, she installed this expensive and damn microcomputer in Song Shan's room, because she heard that Song Shan was more accustomed to surfing the Internet, and she didn't feel very reliable about virtual things like the Internet.

This is how people in this era, most people, feel about the Internet.

Only a small number of people are aware of the future development of the Internet, and then a small number of people are desperately engaged in the development of the Internet, which will shape the future of Internet business.

"You have to study this thing hard, and the future management of the company will also realize the computer management system!"

Song Shan Road.

"You really said that one is one out!" Wei Anqing pursed his lips, not quite convinced, watching him collapse on the sofa, walked over and kicked it with three-inch high heels, and said: "Go and wash up, eat premature birth, I made an appointment with someone from Huating, meet today!"

"You're murdering!"

Song Shan was a little painful and couldn't help but scream.

This woman's three-inch high heels are a powerful and incomparable murder weapon, which can kill people.

Under the power, Song Shan could only drag his drowsiness, go to wash up, and then eat breakfast, and put on a gray suit prepared by Wei Anqing, which looked a little human-like and dog-like, a little handsome, a little vicissitudes, plus a mysterious temperament, male god level, but that's it.

"Beauty, how is it, I'm handsome!"

Song Shan shouted.

"It's very handsome!" Wei Anqing commented: "If you are filming, you will have a future!"

"Alas, I was born handsome, what can I do about this!"

Song Shan said narcissistically.

"Say you're fat, you're really panting!" Wei Anqing gave him a roll of his eyes, and then walked outside with a rhythmic sense of high heels: "Hurry up, we don't have much time, we can't be late, it's a bad attitude to be late!"

Song Shan saw that the woman didn't know how to appreciate herself, and was a little lost, so she followed behind dejectedly and went out.

Song Kaiyue was the role of accompanying and accompanying him during this time, and he was also the driver, and he was already driving a Jetta car and waiting under the community.

The traffic in ninety-eight years is quite convenient, but there is no horror twenty years later, as long as it is the rush hour of work, when you enter the city, you basically can't move, after all, there are not many cars in this era.

It took half an hour, and at about half past eight, they arrived at the Summer Palace Teahouse.

"Why is it here again?"

After Song Shan got out of the car, he was a little curious.

The last time I talked about cooperation with Xu's family, it was here, and now it is here, this teahouse is really fateful.

"The people of Huating brought it up!"

Wei Anqing made up her makeup, then got out of the car, and said lightly: "The person who met us this time was a vice president of Huating, it's not easy to deal with, this person has a very powerful wrist, in the circle, that is a well-known Iron Lady!"

Along the way, Wei Anqing had already made up for Song Shan's news of Huating's arrival.

Wen Renchu, female, 37 years old, deputy general manager of Huating Agriculture.

High education, high temper, high means.

"What is Hua Ting's intention?" Song Shan narrowed.

"There is definitely no trust in us, but if you are willing to contact us, I guess you just want to see what medicine we buy in our gourd!" Wei Anqing said: "With Huating's strength, it is not impossible to pinch us to death, peers are enemies, they don't want to see an existence that threatens them!"

"Who said that!"

Song Shan tidied up his robe and said: "Peers may not be able to coexist, we must have a mind, they can do this, they should also have a mind, maybe, we can get along peacefully, work together, and win-win situation!"

"Hopefully!"

Wei Anqing consciously put her arm around Song Shan, and the two walked in side by side.

On the second floor, inside a box.

A woman, fair-skinned, wearing a small suit, with her hair tied up in a ponytail, looks a little girlish, but the whole person is integrated with a sharp element, which makes people dare not approach.

Tuk tuk!

"Come in!"

"Sister Chu, the people of Fengsheng Agriculture are here!"

"Let them in!"

"Good!"

Song Shan and Wei Anqing walked in side by side: "Rich Song Shan!"

"Wei Anqing!" Wei Anqing said lightly: "I contacted you before!"

"Huating, smell people!"

Wen Renchu stood up, stretched out his hand very politely, shook hands with Song Shan, and said: "You are rich enough to be able to kill from this bidding, but it makes us curious, and now when I see Mr. Song, it makes me even more curious, Song is always really young!"

Wen Renchu has been studying the information on abundant agriculture for a long time, and he can recite it like a stream.

She was curious.

In this line of business, Huating has no less contact with the Ministry of Agriculture, not to mention the absolute understanding of the Ministry of Agriculture's-stirring stick Gong Yishan, but also has a certain understanding, this is not a person who will show favoritism.

So how did Fengsheng Agriculture, such a small enterprise, impress Gong Yishan and win the largest investment and the most extensive area in the entire project?