Wu Weimin was sitting next to Zhao Changlan, he saw two big black men pressing towards Zhao Changshu like two hills, and his body trembled with fright, for fear of harming the pond fish, he immediately stood up and stumbled to the side, and shouted in his mouth: "Director Zhao, get out of the way!"

However, Zhao Changshu didn't even move, just sat on the chair like that, letting the two big black men grab his hands and wrists, he just looked at the two of them with a sneer.

The two big black men looked at Zhao Changlan, who was casual in front of them, with a look of horror on their faces. The two of them could easily crush the fist-thick bamboo, but they didn't expect that they couldn't help the somewhat thin young man in front of them today.

The two big black men glanced at each other at the same time, as if asking each other: "What the hell is this guy? ”

The two of them saw that they couldn't shake Zhao Changlan's wrist, and just wanted to change the move, but they suddenly felt that the wrist they grabbed in their hands suddenly became slippery, and before the two of them could understand what was going on, the wrists of the two people fell into Zhao Changlan's hand at the same time.

Zhao Changshu used a small grappling technique, easily removed his wrist from the opponent's control, and then instantly countered the opponent's pulse, and then violently strengthened!

Don't look at Zhao Changlan's figure is a little thin, but the explosiveness of his body is quite strong!

"Ahh With the pulse gate under control, the two of them had no power to fight back.

At this time, everyone in the large conference room turned their eyes to the direction of Zhao Changgun, especially the only few reporters, who even slapped their cameras at Zhao Changshu and the two big black men. The two young men carrying the camera even began to applaud Zhao Changshu.

The members of the organizing committee who sat in the guest seat were not as relaxed as the reporters. These two big black men are Zhang Zhen's bodyguards, and Zhang Zhen is the CEO of the Sumitomo Foundation in China. The Sumitomo Foundation's influence in China is very large.

At this time, Wang Ziming had already rushed over, and he hurriedly said to Zhao Changshu: "What are you doing here? Deputy Director Zhao, let it go!"

Wang Ziming said as he glanced at Zhao Changshu, signaling him not to take advantage of his bloody courage and get himself into trouble.

Zhao Changshu didn't want to live for himself in front of everyone, so he suddenly sent his hands outward and shouted: "Get out!"

The two big men were violently sent by Zhao's spear, caught off guard, their steps were a little messy, and they staggered and fell in the direction of the door, and finally crashed into Zhang Zhen, who had just stepped out of the threshold.

Zhang Zhen was only one meter seven tall, his body was dry like a chicken, where could he withstand the impact of these two small black towers, and he fell to the ground all of a sudden, and the two black guys who crashed into him couldn't hold their feet, and they all overwhelmed him, and the three of them suddenly played Arhat in the corridor.

"Bastard, fuck off, fuck off, fuck off, you two idiots!" Zhang Zhen yelled in a fit of rage as he was crushed underneath.

The two black bodyguards hurriedly got up from Zhang Zhen's body, and then reached out to help Zhang Zhen up.

"Fuck it, you two idiots, I'm going to fire you!" Zhang Zhen opened the bodyguard's hand with a palm, scolded continuously regardless of his image, and at the same time got up from the ground as fast as he could. His face was flushed, and he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Being pressed under two big black men in front of so many people, it's a shame!

"Damn, after so many years of career, today is the most unlucky day! This Zhao lance must not be let go!" Zhang Zhen couldn't help but look at Zhao Changshu who was still sitting on the chair in the room with hatred, he just wanted to say a few cruel words to Zhao Changshu, but saw Zhao Changshu's gaze slashed at him like a knife, and he shrank his neck in fright and walked away.

He didn't know that he had provoked Hades today, and it was impossible to get out of the way. Zhao Changshu looked at their backs, took out his mobile phone and sent a message casually.

This is the new Dragon Gate Inn, the real Zhao spear's territory. Zhang Zhen dared to trouble Zhao Changshu here, I really don't know whether to say that he is brave or stupid.

Seeing the three people like lost dogs, the atmosphere in the large conference room suddenly became weird, everyone wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, and finally I don't know who finally couldn't help laughing, but now everyone couldn't help it, and everyone in the entire conference room laughed.

Today's events are so incredible, no one thought that the signing ceremony, which was originally solemn and extraordinarily grand, would turn out like this.

Wang Ziming hasn't laughed, he really can't laugh, the sponsorship contract has not been signed, the sponsor has run away, and the cooked duck has flew, what can I do?

"Deputy Director Zhao, what exactly did you offend the president of Sumitomo Group?" After everyone finished laughing, Wang Ziming smiled bitterly and said to Zhao Changlan.

Zhao Changshu innocently scratched his thorn and said, "I'm also confused! Who knows who the president of the Sumitomo Foundation is?"

Wang Ziming saw that Zhao Changshu didn't look like he was lying, so he had to shake his head helplessly, and then turned his head and said loudly to those reporters: "That's all for today's matter, let's all disperse." I emphasize that the physical confrontation between the two sides should not be exposed at the end. It is easy to ruin people's views when it spreads. ”

The people who came were all young reporters, and Minister Wang didn't dare to disobey what he said, so they packed up their things and left.

After the media reporters left, the people of the organizing committee did not leave. Everyone got together and started to discuss what to do. The martial arts conference is about to be held, and in any case, it is necessary to attract sponsors first.

"I think we still have to go to Zhang Zhen, after all, we've been talking for so long. I believe that as long as we show sincerity, there may be hope. ”

"Do you think there is still that possibility? Deputy Director Zhao had already fought with them just now. If it were you, you would be slapped in the face, and you would order a wad of money to others? Alas, Deputy Director Zhao was too impulsive. ”

"Hey, Lao Li, how are you talking? Why are you pointing the finger at me? Just my old bones, I just want to beat others and I can't be an opponent! I'm not worried about sponsorship. ”

"Deputy Director Zhao, think about it, where did you offend the CEO of the Sumitomo Foundation? As long as you can think of the reason, maybe we can explain it to Zhang Zhen. This is because of you, you should always think of a way, right?"

Everyone talked about it, and most of them pointed the finger at Zhao Changshu, intentionally or unintentionally complaining that he shouldn't be so impulsive, first hurt people, and finally fought with sponsors, making things so that there was no room for maneuver.

Wu Weimin rolled his little eyes and listened to everyone's discussions, but he didn't express his opinion, and when he found that everyone was in a tone, as if they were crusading against Zhao Changlan, then he cleared his throat and said: "Ahem, Deputy Director Zhao is still young after all, and his blood is strong, which is understandable." We can't be too critical of young people, and when we have more work experience in the future, everything will be fine. ”

Zhao Changshu looked at these guys with fat brains and intestines, and then looked at them as if they were going to ask themselves for their own crimes, and he couldn't help but feel sick in his heart. He doesn't have a good impression of such an old guy, such a person is not a big corrupt official, they don't have that guts. But they are by no means clean officials, and they still often make some money for petty trouble.

Such people have existed since ancient times, and they are known as mediocre officials. One of the biggest characteristics of them is that they can't get things done. But it can't be a big deal.

Zhao Changshu looked up at Wang Ziming. Wang Ziming is the vice chairman of the organizing committee. Because Chairman Jiang Nanyu is too busy to take care of the affairs of the organizing committee, he is the actual boss of the organizing committee. It's useless for others to say a thousand things and ten thousand, and in the end, this guy has the final say.

Wang Ziming had been listening to everyone's discussion, but the more he listened, the tighter his brows wrinkled. Wang Ziming, the propaganda minister, is thirty-seven or eighteen years old, and he is considered a young Zhuang faction in Duping County, and he has always wanted to make some achievements in his job and realize the revenge in his chest. But in the past, Li Rongye led a large group of people in Duping County to hinder the economic development of Duping County, so Wang Ziming, who did not deal with Li Rongye, was also pressed to death, and there was no chance to perform.

After Li Rongye was arrested, a group of people headed by him were scattered, and individuals went to find their own doors, the sky in Duping County was clear, and economic construction also developed rapidly. Wang Ziming finally has a place to use, and he has done a lot of work in preparing for the martial arts conference. Because of his efforts, his voice in the Standing Committee of the county party committee has become more and more powerful, although he is ranked lower, but the strength of his speech has faintly become the third person after Jiang Nanyu, secretary of the county party committee, and Ma Guangwei, the county magistrate. It has become one of the iron triangles of Duping County's political arena.

After Zhao Changshu came to Du Ping, how many things he did for Du Ping, how much he suffered, and how many times he was injured, Wang Ziming saw it in his eyes, and he was always optimistic about Zhao Changgun.

The sponsorship contract was not signed, although he also had some regrets, and he tried to save something, but at this time, seeing these old guys invariably buckle the basin on Zhao Changshu's head, and also planned to talk endlessly, but he suddenly saw that the twisted melon was not sweet, since the Sumitomo Foundation did not plan to sign the contract, what was the use of begging him again? Seeing his face and dignity being trampled on by others and wantonly, no one would feel good.

Wang Ziming suddenly felt that although his position was higher than Zhao Changshu and his age was older than Zhao Changlan, compared with Zhao Changlan, he was more pedantic and less free. There are many companies in the world, why do you want to stick it on the Sumitomo Foundation and Zhang Zhen regardless of your face?

So Wang Ziming couldn't listen to the chatter of those old guys anymore, and coughed heavily and said: "Okay! Things are like this, what's the use of saying this? I would like to make a statement here, in view of Zhang Zhen's rude performance today, our organizing committee will resolutely disengage with him in the future, even if the Sumitomo Group asks for us, we don't need their sponsorship!"

"Corporate sponsorship is inherently a win-win business event. Now Zhang Zhen is making it seem like he is giving us alms. It's as if we Duping people are a bunch of poor worms, kneeling in front of him and hugging his thick thighs and begging him to be pitiful! Damn, he doesn't dump Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu doesn't dump him!"

Minister Wang was also fed up with Zhang Zhen just now, and the more he talked, the more excited he became, and he even burst into foul language.