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Ding Lan leaned on the sofa in a nightgown, and in the goblet in his hand, a small half glass of red wine reflected a faint luster under the light.

Zhao Zejun stood in front of the bar and poured a glass of mineral water, while asking, "How did you know this Daniel?"

"I've been to Shanghe a few times, but it's not familiar. I checked this person, it is indeed the senior deputy general manager of the development department of Shangri-La, his full name is Daniel Taylor, graduated from Oxford, majoring in hotel management and psychology, and has participated in Shangri-La projects in the capital and Shanghai. ”

After speaking, he put down the cup and asked, "What, you have doubts about him?"

"I can't talk about doubt, on the contrary, I think this is a talent, very professional, and knows how to communicate with people, probably with a background in psychology, the psychology of foreigners and the so-called psychology in our country are not the same thing. ”

Zhao Zejun shook his head, turned around and sat down face-to-face with Ding Lan, and said: "I just think it's a bit of a coincidence, it just so happens that I need to cooperate with a large hotel, and the other party found them, and I just got 50 million available funds today, and I was still thinking about how to use this money before, and it just so happens that the deposit for this cooperation project needs 50 or 60 million." ”

Ding Lan pondered for a moment, "Sounds like a coincidence. But is it possible that you think too much, as far as I know, Shangri-La has indeed been vigorously expanding its business into the mainland over the years, and there were rumors in the city last year that Shangri-La was going to build a hotel, but then gave up because it did not find a suitable partner. This Daniel is in charge of East China, and it is natural for him to devote his eyes to Jianwu City again. ”

"This Kwok Group is very familiar with the situation in the mainland. Zhao Zejun smiled: "Relationship is money, relationship is share, I didn't expect that my face is quite valuable." ”

"What do you think?" Ding Lan looked at his side face and said, "You are no longer the college student who beat the teacher for a woman back then, you said that the Zezi system does not exist, but people outside don't see it that way." In southern Jiangsu Province, especially after you got such a large piece of commercial land without spending money, your reputation as Mr. Zhao is almost a golden signboard, and he sold favors at random several times, and the other party made money easily, Changsheng Pharmaceutical, Baidu Tencent stocks, and even Nanping Industrial Zone, which is not a hot sweetheart. Nanping Industrial Zone is obviously the future industrial key area of the city, you and Hua Lao Er combined, plus the SF brother, the three of you are almost the people of Nanping Industrial Zone. You are a popular fried chicken, who doesn't want to slap you and make a fortune after you. ”

As he spoke, he pursed his lips and smiled: "Look, I stammered you all to the bed." ”

"Oh, you're sleeping with me for that purpose. Zhao Zejun picked up Ding Lan's pointed chin, squinted and asked: "You also have shares in Chengye Company, I heard that you have made a lot of money, so what is the point of your relationship with Ouyang Jing?"

"Guess what?" Ding Lan looked at her without showing weakness, asked rhetorically with a smile, and blinked deliberately.

"I don't bother to guess. Zhao Zejun pinched her face, "Speaking of SF brother, if you have spare money, he is willing and can stammer, I am optimistic about the future of the express delivery industry." ”

"I really asked, but people SF Express was unwilling, and they valued their shares more than their lives. Ding Lan said.

"SF Express, the boss is very strong, maybe there are other sources of large funds, and there may be no shortage of money. Zhao Zejun snorted, Wang Wei has always been very low-key in the domestic business circle, almost never appeared in the media for more than ten years before listing, most people don't even know what he looks like, whether he is fat or thin, so Lao Zhao actually doesn't know much about SF's capital situation and sources, and the financing process.

Speaking of Shangri-La, if you want to cooperate, you need Zhao Zejun to provide a piece of land, the hotel is a high-rise building, and it covers a small area, so she asked Ding Lan: "Can you get the commercial land next to Zeye Plaza?"

"If you take it through the formal way, it must be very expensive, you Mr. Zhao opened a Zeye Plaza there, and the land price of the entire Tengfei Street has been raised, and the bidding price of the newly planned commercial land is scared to death. But ......."

Zhao Zejun glanced at Ding Lan: "But what?"

"It's nothing, two years ago, someone owed me money and gave me a piece of commercial land in the Tengfei community. She winked at Zhao Zejun: "You said it was a coincidence, it happened to be across the road from the original Star Factory." ”

"How much did I buy. Otherwise, if you convert it into hotel shares, don't you like to buy shares everywhere? Zhao Zejun said.

Ding Lan looked at Zhao Zejun with a smile and didn't speak.

"Why don't we go to bed and talk?" Zhao Zejun leaned up.

"Come on, you're not the only one I'm going to stammer. Ding Lan shook the red wine in her hand and said to herself leisurely: "How can there be such a cheap thing, people have given it to you, and the land will be given to you, so what will I do to tie up others." The young handsome guy in Jianwu City, you are not the only one, Mr. Zhao. ”

The corners of Zhao Zejun's mouth twitched, and he understood, a woman is still a woman after all, just now he jokingly asked her to what extent she and Ouyang Jing 'stammered', this woman was giggling at the time, but she actually had a grudge in her heart, and now she has a seizure.

"You're not right, I'm doing it with manual labor. As Zhao Zejun spoke, he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his sturdy upper body.

"What are you doing, scaring the ignorant little girl?" Ding Lan leaned lazily on the sofa, crossed her two long legs together, hooked her fingers defiantly, and said, "If you have the ability, you have taken off your pants, and you haven't seen it, who are you scaring about?"

"I never scare people. Zhao Zejun pulled out his belt, made a volley in the air, and approached the sofa with a murderous face.

Ding Lan flew over with a wink, bit her bright red lips, and said greasyly, "Do you want to turn over and let you fight?"

After speaking, he lay on the sofa on his side, leaving Zhao Zejun with an undulating back, and under the translucent silk nightgown, the shape of the two-petal peach twisted slightly.

Zhao Zejun threw off the belt and pounced.

……

An artillery battle that was planned, but ahead of schedule.

"I'm saying it's manual work. Zhao Zejun was sweating and gulping water.

"Well, for the sake of your hard work, give you the land, give money if you have money, convert shares if you don't have money, and don't hack me. Ding Lan loosened the hair coiled on the top of his head, glanced at Zhao Zejun, who was flooding wildly, and suddenly laughed, and said, "I also said that I should replenish water, look at you like that." ”

As he spoke, he picked up the red wine on the coffee table next to him, raised his leg and pushed Zhao Zejun's back with his big toe, "Help me go to the refrigerator and get a few pieces of ice, take a few more, it's hot." ”

Zhao Zejun got up and went to the refrigerator next to him, scooped a small spoonful of crushed ice, and poured it into Ding Lan's wine glass.

"I'm not too young, drink less ice. Zhao Zejun glanced at Ding Lan's lower abdomen, "Beware of stomach pain." ”

Speaking of belly, a haze obviously flashed on Ding Lan's face.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Zejun sat down and asked.

The strangeness on Ding Lan's face flashed, randomly returned to normal, squeezed out a smile, and said, "You violated the rules, we won't ask." ”

Zhao Zejun looked at her for a few seconds, nodded, mumbled, sat down and lit a cigarette.

Ding Lan sat up, hugged Zhao Zejun from behind, rested his chin on his shoulder, and whispered: "It's not that I see you outside, the past is over, and it won't help to talk about it, but I feel uncomfortable, I don't feel good, I know you don't feel good when you hear it." I didn't want to lie to you, so I just didn't talk about it. ”

Zhao Zejun touched her face with his backhand and said, "If you don't want to say it, don't say it, when you feel like you want to find someone to talk to, I'm willing to listen." ”

"I see. Go upstairs and sleep, I'll look at the ground tomorrow morning, and I won't be able to get out of the afternoon and evening. After speaking, Gu Dong drank the red wine in the cup, hugged Zhao Zejun's neck and smiled stupidly: "I'm a little dizzy, you carry me upstairs." ”

Zhao Zejun was about to hug her, when he lowered his head and saw the red wine on the table, his mind suddenly lit up, and the whole person was stunned.

"What's wrong?"

"Wait. Zhao Zejun's face became serious, he pondered for a moment, picked up his mobile phone, and broadcast a call.

"Hey, Brother Sun, you haven't slept yet. Isn't the shipping company under the Kwok Group cooperating with you, please help me find out a person, the executive of the Shangri-La Hotel Group under the Kwok Group, called Daniel. Well, as soon as possible, it is best to have the results tonight, I want his details and a photo of himself, send it to my mailbox. Okay, thank you, I'll wait for your call, hard work. ”

hung up the phone and said to Ding Lan: "Mr. Sun of Tianlong." ”

"You're still not at ease with Daniel?" Ding Lan asked.

"It's hard to say. Zhao Zejun looked at the wall clock on the wall, it was already 11 o'clock in the evening, and he didn't know when Lao Sun would find out the results from a company, and said to Ding Lan: "You go to sleep first, and I'll tell you when the results are there tomorrow." ”

Ding Lan casually put her hair back on the top of her head, and also made a call, "Manager Yang, you come to me for two suppers, be light." ”

hung up the phone and smiled at Zhao Zejun: "I can't eat enough on an occasion like a cocktail party, so I'll have some supper with you and wait together." ”

Zhao Zejun's heart softened slightly, as if he had been teased by something.

In fact, since the beginning of his previous life, as he gets older and his experience increases, Zhao Zejun's soft and sensitive points in his heart have become fewer and fewer, and he will hardly be moved by anything, but there are very few sensitive points, which have not disappeared and weakened, but have been greatly enhanced.

In this life, Su Yun first walked into the softest place in his heart, and just now Ding Lan seemed to have inadvertently touched his sensitive point.

"Okay, let's wait together. Zhao Zejun said.

Not long after, the doorbell rang, Ding Lan opened the door, and brought in a large food box.

Two servings of old fire porridge, four-color assorted pickles, two cages of crab roe xiaolongbao, and one crystal shrimp dumpling.

I was really hungry, I ate a fine meal in a few clicks, Ding Lan ate less, and only drank half a bowl of porridge and a shrimp dumpling with pickles, and the rest went into Lao Zhao's belly.

Not long after eating, Zhao Zejun's phone rang.

As a senior executive of the company, or an executive specializing in business development and foreign cooperation, Daniel's information is not difficult to check, and Mr. Sun of Tianlong has asked a friend to send the information to Zhao Zejun's mailbox.