Staring at the thin middle-aged man who was happily greeting everywhere outside the car window, Feng Yiming asked softly, "Is this guy?"

"Xiangjia is the first batch of Qingping to go south, and it has also laid a lot of industry in Yangcheng. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Ding Xiangzhong handed over a cigarette, mouthed at the middle-aged man Nunu outside the window, and smiled disdainfully: "There are many people who go south to the Xiang family, and they went out very early, and this guy is waiting for death in Qingping, until seven or eight years ago, the Xiang family was considered to have a head and face in the south, so he went to divide the family property." ”

"Looks arrogant?"

"That's!" Ding Xiangzhong said disdainfully: "When the Xiang family hasn't gained a firm foothold in the south, the old Xiang family/The second is Qingping's famous broken household, you have made up his son and daughter, even if you step on a pile of ****, you can't get rid of it!"

At the lunch table, my father also specially told me not to go out at night, but where can Feng Yiming put his mind at ease, he can't ignore the trouble he caused, although he is still a high school student, but he can't really measure himself by the standards of a high school student.

Although he made up his mind to find an opportunity to resolve the enmity with the Xiang family, but listening to Ding Xiangzhong's series of introductions just now, Feng Yiming's head hurt a little, such a person who seems to be dying to save face, but he is the most unproductive to the Xiang family, or a dog skin plaster, Feng Yiming knows very well that this situation is the most inexplicable.

There were a lot of guests at tonight's business gathering, and the Qingping Hotel was all wrapped up in the city, Feng Yiming followed behind Ding Xiangzhong, wearing black-framed glasses, wearing a straight suit, and looking like a business elite, calmly walked into the hall, and saw Zhang Changhe speaking enthusiastically on the rostrum at a glance.

Feng Yiming pursed his lips, too lazy to listen to these high-sounding clichés, and carefully looked at the group of people sitting at the front of the hall, Xiang Jialao/Er sat in the second row, the position was quite forward, and he was quite conspicuous in the crowd with a hanging.

Standing quietly behind the last row of staff, Feng Yiming couldn't help but think in his heart, asking for face from the old man/second of the family, and giving enough face to himself? But listening to the meaning of Ding Xiangzhong's words, this is a very second goods, in case this guy really wants to slap himself ten times in public, not to mention himself and his father, even Zhang Changhe's face will have to be lost.

After Zhang Changhe finished speaking, Huang An, and then the executive deputy mayor, Feng Yiming was secretly frightened, most of the time, the secretary and the mayor were in a state where the king did not see the king. According to the banquet of such specifications, since Zhang Changhe wants to attend, Huang An should avoid suspicion, and it is only right to come forward when he sends off guests after the year.

Huang An has been very well-behaved during this time, and when he meets a flexible wrist, he already has extensive support in the city, and he has a partner with a background behind him, so he is naturally very honest. But today I am forced to insert a foot here, the purpose is naturally not so simple, if you can put more pressure on Feng Wei'an while grabbing the credit, Huang An is also quite cost-effective.

The juniors fighting naturally can't be put on the table, not to mention that Feng Wei'an does not preside over the investment promotion work, at least on the bright side, even if everyone knows it, Huang An can't put the hat of destroying investment promotion on Feng Wei'an's head, but the pressure on Feng Wei'an's head is getting heavier and heavier, and at that time, it is easy to communicate with Zhang Changhe and drive Feng Wei'an away from him.

Feng Yiming squinted at Huang An's toast table by table with the executive deputy mayor and Feng Wei'an's municipal government cadres, he saw the sinister smile on Huang An's face, and also saw that several entrepreneurs intentionally or unintentionally omitted Feng Wei'an in the process of toasting.

Taking a deep breath, Feng Yiming didn't plan to step forward to stir up the situation, he would take responsibility by himself, this is the principle of being a man, but how to carry it is exquisite, in addition to stirring things up, what else can be done to stir things up, Feng Yiming calmly withdrew his right foot that stepped forward because of anger just now.

Walking outside the bathroom, Feng Yiming touched his pocket, only to remember that just now a pack of cigarettes was thrown to Ding Xiangzhong, searched up and down a few times, and only touched a lighter, at this time the door of the bathroom was pushed open, and a middle-aged fat man with a good bearing, but wearing a down jacket, walked out.

Feng Yiming was about to turn around and give way, but the middle-aged fat man skillfully took out the cigarette case, touched his pocket up and down a few times, and was about to take back the cigarette case when his eyes lit up and saw the lighter in Feng Yiming's hand.

A few minutes later, on the small balcony on the first floor, two men hid in the shadows and swallowed the clouds, and the middle-aged fat man looked at the young man he had just met the day before yesterday, and said with a smile: "We are really a perfect match, one does not bring a cigarette, and the other does not bring a lighter." On the battlefield, that's one without a gun, the other without a bullet! That doesn't seem right......"

Feng Yiming was also a little funny, the fat man in front of him was quite easy-going, and said with a smile: "This is different, it's easy for you to borrow a fire, you can't let me borrow a cigarette with a lighter!"

"Hahaha...... middle-aged fat man stretched out his hand with a smile and said, "My surname is Liu, it's okay to call me Liu Fatty." ”

Feng Yiming held the chubby fat hand, secretly guessed the identity of this fat man in his heart, and said with a smile: "Then my name is Brother Liu." The younger brother's surname is Li, and Brother Liu calls me Xiao Li, but don't call me Xiao Lizi. ”

The middle-aged fat man remembered the boy who was calm and calm after a sudden accident on the construction site the day before yesterday, and then looked at the hippie smiling smoker in front of him, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

A rush of footsteps sounded behind him, and the two of them fell silent at the same time, looked at each other tacitly, and shook their heads.

The middle-aged fat man was holding a cigarette and looking like a gangster, pointing to the figure that had just passed, and said disdainfully: "See? This loser, I don't know which woman's belly he died in the future!"

"Oh?" Feng Yiming stared at the guy who could be recognized at a glance even if he looked at the back, turned his head and asked, "Brother Liu, you have a grudge against the elder of the Xiang family, and he robbed you of your woman?"

"Phew!" The middle-aged fat man's face became extremely ugly, he spat on the ground, and said with a sneer: "The opponent in the business field." By the way, I heard that Xiang Jia is going to play with a big pen, and I don't have any money to invest in Qingping, you are a native of Qingping, right?"

It is quite normal for two smokers to meet each other and inquire about each other, Feng Yiming laughed and said nonsense: "I'm a Qingping person, I came to play with my uncle." By the way, you said that Xiang Jia is going to play with a big pen?"

The middle-aged fat man took out two more cigarettes, and both of them connected them to the cigarette butts, only to laugh a few times, and said: "I heard that Xiang Jialao/Er and Jianlibao have connected to the head, Jianlibao, you always know, right?"

"Jianlibao" Feng Yiming took a long time to react, quietly turned to the flowers outside, swallowed the clouds and spit out the fog and stopped talking.

There was a problem with the light bulb on the small balcony, and he could only barely see through the light faintly coming from the window of the hall on the side, and the middle-aged fat man turned sideways slightly, looking through the bright moonlight, what was imprinted in his eyes was Feng Yiming's cold face with a somewhat mysterious smile.