In Shanghe Xiaolou, Zhao Zejun and Ding Lan had a big whiteboard in front of them, and large and small pieces of paper were pasted on the whiteboard, and each piece of paper had a 'related household' that put forward the requirements of the shop. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The two of them began to work after dinner, and arranged these relationships in a matrix according to several factors of importance and intimacy, in order to determine the distribution plan of the thirty shops.

Interpersonal relationships are a science, and how to deal with interpersonal relationships can best reflect the breadth and depth of a person's circle.

For example, the same deputy director of credit of two banks of similar size, Ding Lan gave the full amount to Deputy Director A's shop, and if the shop was tight, he could even find an excuse not to give it;

And Deputy Director B must give, not only to give, but also at a very cheap price.

Because Ding Lan knew that Deputy Director B's immediate boss was about to retire, he had a close personal relationship with the president, while Deputy Director A had no more background.

Compared with Ding Lan, the reborn Lao Zhao has spent too much time in the circle after all, and his background is not solid.

Reborn, he has more of a prophet than Ding Lan in his grasp of the overall pattern, the core situation at the district, city, provincial and national levels, and the changes in the direction of national policies, but he is far inferior to Ding Lan in grasping these grassroots situations that have a direct stake in their life and work, but are inextricably linked.

On this two- or three-square-meter whiteboard, dense pieces of small pieces of paper form a matrix, which also constitutes the relationship network of southern Jiangsu Province, especially Jianwu City.

Zhao Zejun propped his hands on the table behind him, looked at the whiteboard, and silently kept this net in his heart as much as possible.

But he always felt that something was missing in this net.

"What do you want?" Ding Lan stood beside him with his arms crossed, turning his head and asking.

"It's nothing, just to see if there's anything wrong with it. Zhao Zejun said lightly.

He didn't tell the truth. He felt that there was a really strong thread missing from this network.

Ding Lan is a woman, she can be prosperous in Jianwu City, and she must have strong support behind her, which is also what Niu Shengli reminded him at the beginning: Don't touch this woman.

Behind a strong woman, there is often a stronger man. Who is standing behind Ding Lan and what does it have to do with her, Niu Shengli was not clear before, and now Zhao Zejun is not clear.

Lao Zhao's big head and small head had a fever together that day, and he and Ding Lan officially got together, and after that, the two have reached a tacit understanding not to ask what the other party is unwilling to take the initiative to say.

This 'strong relationship' guessed by Lao Zhao is likely to be Ding Lan's hole card, a life-saving thing, or once it is said, it is a life-urging charm.

So she didn't take the initiative to say, and Lao Zhao didn't ask.

After looking at the whiteboard for a while, Lao Zhao smiled with relief, if there is really such a 'powerful person', people can't look down on a few sets of shops, of course, they won't appear on this whiteboard.

"Alright, that's it. Ding Lan casually took off the small note on the whiteboard, and while cleaning it up, he said without looking back: "Will you stay here at night or go back to the apartment?" If you keep it, I'll ask someone to send me some supper later, and I'm a little hungry again. ”

"You've been eating quite well lately, and you're not afraid of gaining weight?" Zhao Zejun smiled and said, "Go back tonight, I haven't been home for a few days, my dog can't bathe it except me, and it will stink if you don't wash it." ”

"Oh, it's the little wolf dog you and Teacher Su bought at the restaurant, right?" Ding Lan still didn't look back, and continued to clean up the pieces of paper on the whiteboard.

This information on the whiteboard can only be memorized, and it is not good for anyone to see.

"Recently, not only have I eaten a lot, but I also like to be jealous. Zhao Zejun put his arm around her waist and said with a smile: "Don't I still have a horse with you." ”

Ding Lan turned his head slightly, and said with a thin sneer: "Typical dogs and horses." ”

Lao Zhao laughed, one hand was not honest, he got into it along the hem of the shirt, held a lump of plump and soft and pinched it hard: "With color, I am also willing to serve the work of dogs and horses." ”

Ding Lan snorted, his eyes were foggy, he twisted his waist and softened on Zhao Zejun, biting his lip and saying, "It's not rare......

Lao Zhao was about to do a show in the living room, and as soon as Ding Lan hugged the M-shaped leg on the table and swung away, the phone rang.

This is Lao Zhao's inside line, not many people know about it, and when he calls at this time, there must be something more important.

"I'm his uncle!"

Lao Zhao scolded, and connected the phone, the little steel cannon was still in a state of preparation, Ding Lan couldn't help it, and lay on the table with his back to the sky and laughed.

The call was from Junzi, Ouyang Jing of Chengye Company wanted to see Lao Zhao, and the person had already arrived in Shanghe.

The other party didn't say anything, but the relationship between Ouyang Jing and Zhao Zejun has always been very delicate, and there was another 'ticket seller' incident, although he didn't deal with it directly, but he came to visit in person so late, and Junzi felt that he still had to report to Lao Zhao.

"Well, I see, please sit down for a while, and I'll come. Zhao Zejun hung up the phone and put on his shirt in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

From the floor-to-ceiling mirror, I saw Ding Lan still behind with a narrow smile on her face.

"Laugh. Lao Zhao glared at her.

"Why don't I accompany you back to the apartment tonight and bathe the dog?" Ding Lan flew over with an electric current in the back, making Lao Zhao numb.

The weather was already very dry, Lao Zhao finally suppressed the fire just now, gave her a wink and couldn't do it again, pulled down the shirt he had just put on and threw it on the sofa, and hugged Ding Lan to the table again.

Ding Lan ate a fine ...... Oh no, I was taken aback: "Aren't you serious......"

"Let him wait!" Old Zhao smirked and sprinted.

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The more anxious some things are, the more they can't solve them, and after working for almost an hour, Zhao Zejun went out refreshed.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Ouyang Jing sitting with his hands behind his back, and a serious large number of oil paintings of Italian painters 'Tahitian Girl' on the wall.

While looking at it, he nodded slightly, as if this painting was genuine.

Of course, there are genuine works of art in Champory, but they will never be hung on the wall of the box so casually, and those with a little artistic accomplishment and common sense can tell at a glance that the painting is fake.

Ouyang Jing has no level, and he won't take it seriously, it is estimated that he is too anxious to wait, and he is really bored.

In addition to Ouyang Jing, there was also a middle-aged and elderly man with gray hair and a Mao suit sitting on the sofa, and a bodyguard stood behind him.

Seeing Zhao Zejun enter the door, the middle-aged and elderly people immediately stood up, and when they heard the sound behind the door, Ouyang Jing also turned around and strode towards Zhao Zejun.

"Mr. Zhao, hello, I came to visit late at night and disturbed your rest. Ouyang Jing took the initiative to stretch out his hand and said with a smile.

"Hello. Zhao Zejun shook hands with him, sat down opposite, and looked at the middle-aged and elderly man: "Who is this?"

"My housekeeper, Uncle Bo, grew up watching me. Mr. Zhao, you just call him Lao Bo. Ouyang Jing said.

Zhao Zejun thought to himself that this surname was too advantageous, if it was the surname Ba, wouldn't I call him 'Dad'.

The title of 'Old Bo' is also too intimate, and the relationship between Zhao Zejun and Ouyang Jing has not yet reached this level, so he nodded at each other: "Hello Mr. Bo." ”

After saying hello, Zhao Zejun spoke: "Mr. Ouyang, come to me so late, what advice do you have?"

"Mr. Zhao, my compound surname is more difficult to call, and acquaintances call me Ouyang directly. Ouyang Jing smiled, and then his expression was correct: "No matter how big it is, it shouldn't disturb people's dreams, and I came here today to apologize to Mr. Zhao." ”

"Oh, apologize?" Zhao Zejun's heart moved, and he probably guessed what the reason was, but his face was impassive, and he said, "I don't know, what happened between him and Chengye?"

After a pause, a smile appeared: "Recently, I have been busy with the opening of Zeye, is there any company under me that has offended Mr. Ouyang?"

"It is related to the opening of Zeye. Ouyang Jing said: "In the past, there was a peripheral ticket seller in my company, and today I caused trouble in the sales office of Zeye Plaza. After speaking, he nodded to the bodyguard.

The bodyguard strode out of the box, as if to 'pick up someone'.

Zhao Zejun picked up the tea and sipped it carefully, and did not speak.

After a while, there was a sound of footsteps at the door, and Ouyang Jing's bodyguard, like a chicken, brought in the ticket dealer Ba Jun, who was making trouble in the square, threw it to the ground, and said with a calm face: "Kneel." ”

Zhao Zejun glanced at it, and the Ba army was covered with wounds, his hair was messy, and he was obviously beaten again.

In particular, the left forearm was bruised and swollen, twisted in an abnormal posture, and at first glance it was broken by some hard object.

Jiang Xuan only hit him, but didn't break his hand.

Ba Jun was bitter and resentful, damn, he wanted to make some money and curry favor in front of Ouyang Jing, but he didn't know that he didn't make money, he was beaten during the day, and he was beaten even more severely at night, and the bodyguard behind him beat him with a baseball bat 13 times, and the last stick broke his left arm.

14 times! Ba Jun thought angrily, every time Lao Tzu remembered!

I knew what kind of bullshit this young master of the Ouyang family was so cowardly, it was better to follow Zeye!

Although he is angry, the situation is stronger than people, whether it is Zeye or Ouyang Jing, it is not something he can offend, especially after coming to a private club like Shanghe, Ba Jun is very smart to realize that his little life is actually no longer in his hands, as long as he dares to blow up the thorn, it will be a matter of no return.

So he gritted his teeth, knelt on the ground with a puff, and kowtowed without a teacher, "Boss, I was wrong, I don't know Taishan with eyes, and you have a lot of ......."

"Wait!"

Zhao Zejun frowned and looked at Ouyang Jing: "Mr. Ouyang, I don't understand, you brought such a bloody person to me in the middle of the night, do you apologize, or make trouble for me? What does I have to do with this kind of person?"

As he spoke, his face sank slightly: "Do you mean that you beat him like this for me?" I'm sorry, I'm a serious businessman, and I don't dare to accept this love." ”

On the one hand, Ba Jun was still kowtowing, but he was scolding in his heart, fuck, you Zeye is a serious businessman? What is the matter during the day? What is the matter with my arm?

"Get him back in the car and get some money to get him out. Ouyang Jing waved his hand at the bodyguard.

When the bodyguard dragged people out, Uncle Bo spoke: "Mr. Zhao, I misunderstood." Breaking his hand is what I meant, and Zeye, of course it has nothing to do with you. This kind of person is swaggering outside, and sooner or later he will harm my young master, and by beating him, I am protecting my young master. The young master brought him here to express his sincerity and apologies. ”

Zhao Zejun glanced at Uncle Bo, looked at Ouyang Jing again, pondered for a moment, and then nodded: "If you say this, I can accept it." But...... I understood the first half of Mr. Bo's words just now, but I didn't understand the last sentence. ”