The location that Yu Jing sent to Lin Zeng was a seemingly ordinary private club. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The pink tiles on the exterior are a bit rustic, and the antique eaves have a strange feeling that is difficult to match with the overall building.

Getting out of the car, he looked up at the closed glass door after paying the driver on his phone. A black car stretch sedan, twice the length of an ordinary car, drove in from the alley next to it, and the sign on the front of the car, ordinary people usually marveled twice when they saw it.

Based on Lin Zeng's understanding of luxury cars, it is estimated that this car can be worth the price of a commercial house in Beijing.

Lin Zeng glanced at it, withdrew his gaze, and then calmly walked up the stone steps in front of the glass door, before he pushed the door, the glass door opened inward, and a doorman with a delicate face, wearing a regular three-piece suit, smiled politely at Lin Zeng.

"Mr. Lin, please come in. ”

Lin Zeng came here for the first time, and the doorman who greeted him could tell his identity as if he were a familiar guest.

"Do you know me?" Lin Zeng asked strangely.

"Reporter Yu has shown me your photo, please go this way. "The etiquette of this young doorman can be seen that after special training, every movement can not be seen to be wrong.

"Okay, thanks. ”

"You're welcome, pay attention to the steps you take. ”

Lin Zeng saw that the doorman was leading the way for him, and next to the glass door of the entrance, a young man wearing an identical uniform quietly appeared by the door, waiting for the next entrant.

Different from the cliché colors on the outside of the building, the interior of this private club is designed in a bright style, and the aisles are not spacious, but there is no oppressive and narrow feeling, but rather like a holiday cottage by the sea.

The destination is not long, and I didn't meet anyone else along the way.

The young doorman led him to a carved wooden door with white lacquer and knocked softly.

The person who opened the door was a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties, with a slightly bald forehead and a smile on his face. ”

Lin Zeng didn't know him, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Yu Jing standing in the room and nodded at him.

Smiling back, he walked into the room.

The eyes of the people in the house were collectively focused on him.

Lin had arrived on time, but the people on the other side were obviously earlier than him.

A sweep of the room revealed that there were seven people in the room.

Except for Yu Jing and him, no one else knows each other.

A burly white-haired old man stood in the center of everyone, staring at Lin Zeng with blazing eyes.

"Let me introduce," Yu Jing took the initiative to stand up and introduce a few people to Lin Zeng, "This is Mr. Qian Mingyu, president of the China Mining Association." ”

This is Mr. You Guoqing, a director of the Xijin Provincial Mining Association, and also the head of the Xijin First Coal Mining Group. This is a middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses, with two mustaches on the side of his mouth, and the whole person looks very energetic.

"This is Mr. Qin Changsheng, the chairman of the Mengzi Provincial Mining Association. A middle-aged man with a round waist and abdomen, a red face, and three layers of fat on his chin, his big eyes were very bright, and when he introduced him, he kept nodding to Lin Zeng.

"This is ......"

Every time Yu Jing introduced someone, Lin Zeng kept smiling and nodded to greet him.

The unfamiliar name is accompanied by the title of power that controls the mining resources of Huaguo, or belongs to the state, or becomes a kingdom of its own, and behind them, it is connected to the inner circle of Huaguo mining industry.

Yu Jing's voice fell.

The white-haired old man, who was respectfully called Mr. Qian, was the first to speak.

"Mr. Lin, you are really a young man, so young, you have a career, you have a greening company, and you have won world-class awards, I really admire. ”

Of all the people present, it can be seen that Lin Zeng is the youngest.

is a slightly older Yu Jing, who is also seven or eight years older than Lin Zeng.

Lin Zeng has never introduced himself, and the information revealed in Mr. Qian's words has already revealed what they know about him.

"You are too old to win the award, it's just a coincidence," Lin Zeng was not nervous, his heart was calm, he didn't say much in front of them, his words were concise, and he responded without being humble or arrogant, "Luck." ”

Qian Mingyu smiled, raised his hand slightly, and invited Lin Zeng to take a seat.

Lin Zeng was also not polite, and sat directly beside Qian Mingyu. After Qian Mingyu finished speaking, he didn't say much, but someone else talked to Lin Zeng enthusiastically.

Before Chinese people talk about business, there is always a period of warmth and greetings. Exchange feelings, understand the background, seemingly meaningless small talk, observe the other person as a person, and create a harmonious atmosphere at the same time.

However, this kind of conversation that is more suitable for businessmen is not liked by Lin Zeng.

Just like many people who focus on research, they seem to ordinary people to be a bit withdrawn and not good at talking. In fact, they just feel that talking will seriously consume their energy and time, and they have no intention of saying more, preferring to end the conversation directly.

Ordinary people are always bound by the rules and regulations between people, even if they don't like this atmosphere, they can only endure their temperament, suppress their hearts, and try to make themselves and their surroundings harmonious.

Lin Zeng didn't need to be like this.

He has enough ability not to fall into the helplessness of such forced talk.

It is also the breeder's inheritance that gives him the right to free choice. If he is still an ordinary supermarket employee, in the face of these mining tycoons, more or less, there is a place where he can't help himself.

Therefore, Lin Zeng did not talk too much about other things, but directly skipped through a lot of conversations that seemed meaningless to him, and went straight to the point, asking the question of breathing bubbles.

"You need to breathe the seeds of the bubbles?"

Lin Zeng had some abrupt questions, which made the wrists of the presents sleek, and the old and sophisticated mining tycoons couldn't help but be stunned, and the room had a few seconds, stiff and cold.

However, they were all shrewd people who were used to the scene and did not let this embarrassment last long.

"Yes, we want to get the seeds of this plant. We got some seeds from the reporter, and after the experimental planting, we were very interested. You Guoqing, the director of the Western Jin Provincial Mining Association, helped his eyes, decisively gave up the previous topic, and took Lin Zeng's words.

"Okay, I've made my request. You can use this condition to exchange for the source of the breath bubbles. Lin Zeng was not tactful at all, and his words were concise and to the point, which made some of the people present frown slightly, feeling that this person had a reckless personality and low emotional intelligence.

"What does the source of exchange mean?" asked a man in his early forties with a white face. In Yu Jing's introduction, this is the general manager of Huaguo Third Mining Group.

"It's that you can directly get the seeds of the breath bubbles. Lin Zeng glanced at him.

He didn't want to explain too much before they entered the secret space.

Previous experience had taught him that before they entered the secret realm, too much explanation could only cause strong suspicion on the other side, which would be harmful to the transaction.

And after they entered the secret space, Lin Zeng didn't say a word, and they could make up infinite fantasy plots by themselves.

No matter how others listened, the origin of Lin Zeng's seeds was only vague and did not go into detail.

Except for Yu Jing and Qian Mingyu, everyone else was a little dissatisfied in their hearts.

Yu Jing couldn't interject, while Qian Mingyu was silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

"If you don't trust me, I can't help it. After Lin Zeng said this, Qian Mingyu suddenly spoke, and as soon as he spoke, everyone else quieted down.

"Take the contract directly, let's talk about the deal. ”

Final word.