Chapter Twenty-Five: President of Roasted Sweet Potatoes
In this way, Wei built the only construction company in City A.
However, although Weijian monopolized the construction industry in City A by less glamorous or even ulterior means, their professionalism still reached a very high level, whether it was mechanical facilities or human resources, they reached the current first-class equipment, and the project quotation was also reasonable.
This also makes the real estate company he works with not pay much attention to its disgraceful past.
Now let's talk about Wang Hongfa, he is the brother-in-law of Weijian's boss and works as a project manager in Weijian.
I have been in contact with him for quite some time in the past as a few project planners, and this person is a person who is unprofitable and cannot afford to be early, and he tries his best to make money in his pocket in everything.
Another characteristic of this person is that he is lustful, and most of the things I talk to him about are in the bathing center or sauna. After talking about things, he put his arms around the young lady and twisted his ass into the box, and left me to settle the bill for him.
Although this guy is cowardly, he is indeed a master who is afraid of his wife, it may be that her wife is really fierce, or it may be that she is shocked by the obscenity of her brother-in-law. I had the privilege of witnessing him once.
That day, this guy told me that the girls in a hair salon were all stunning, and I knew that he missed women again, and wanted to pull me to be a big payer, but unfortunately the project was at a critical juncture at that time, and I had to let him slaughter it.
Just as he was getting his hands on the little girl who was washing his hair, his wife didn't know where to get the news and just arrived.
I saw her rush into the hair salon and grab the little remaining circle of Wang Bald's hair and drag it out, slapping his fat face with her other hand while dragging it back, and scolding his female family members in her mouth.
Wang Bald was dragged outside the gate before letting go, at this time Wang Bald's expression was as wonderful as it was, he squatted at the feet of her wife and looked up at her wife pitifully, his lips trembled, I dare to conclude that if he was at home, he would have knelt down.
Then I saw what is called real domestic violence, his wife opened the bow left and right with both hands, and she slapped more than 20 times before stopping, and Wang Bald didn't even dodge.
Let's talk about the cooperative relationship between us and construction companies, in fact, we all know that real estate and construction are inseparable, it can be said that they are interdependent, and no one can do without each other.
The construction company is also an extremely complex and multi-layered and intertwined company, which not only has a large employee base and is difficult to manage and schedule, but also faces cumbersome relationships with various government departments.
Therefore, if the real estate company does not have considerable strength, it will not set up its own construction company. Even the Beijing headquarters of Hongkadan Group has only one small construction company for emergency projects, and most of the other projects still rely on other construction companies.
Although real estate companies and construction companies are closely related brother companies, there are exceptions. I have already said before that the construction industry in City A is monopolized by Weijian, so the original interdependent relationship has some tilt, and we are more dependent on them.
The reason why Liu Jian's project has not started for a long time is just that Wang Bald wants to make some more money. When the project contract is signed, it will be noted that if there are some irreversible factors such as weather or policy changes, the construction period will be discussed by both parties. This is also reasonable, but it can also be used to make some articles.
It was precisely because of this that Wang Bald took advantage of this that he delayed the transfer of the engineering team, just because he wanted us to give him some benefits in private. I've dealt with him a few times before, so I know this all too well.
It's just that Mu Xichun just came back from abroad, and she didn't know that this is the unique Chinese characteristics of our country.
I thought that Mu Xichun would go to meet Wang Bald by herself after taking over this matter, but I didn't expect that at half past four, she walked out of it with her bag and said when she walked in front of me: "You go with me!" ”
I was a little reluctant, not because I didn't want to go with her, but because I simply didn't want to stay with her, because as long as I was with her, I would always get upset because of something, and I was often the one who suffered.
"Didn't you say you came to solve this matter, you go by yourself, I won't go!" I prevaricate.
"I just want you to drive!" Her answer was neat and clear.
"You can't drive it yourself?"
"I'm not used to the left-hand drive operation of domestic cars, okay?" There was a slight impatience between her words.
I thought about it and thought that there was no important work right now anyway, so I might as well go and see how she made a fool of herself. So he got up, picked up his coat, glanced at her, and walked out first.
When I arrived at the agreed place, it was still a few minutes away from five o'clock, and it seemed that Mu Xichun's concept of time was indeed relatively strong, and everything was being calculated. I parked the car in a shady spot on the side of the road and lay the seat down on it.
When Mu Xichun saw me like this, she understood that I didn't want to go in with her, and she didn't bother to pay attention to me, so she opened the car door and walked into the teahouse by herself.
I looked at her beautiful figure and temperament, and I couldn't help but wonder if Wang Bald would do something out of the ordinary to such a beauty, and I imagined that the scene was a little unkind.
I was bored in the car, and I waited for about half an hour before Mu Xichun came out.
At this time, a vendor selling roasted sweet potatoes passed by me with a tricycle, and the smell of roasted sweet potatoes made my stomach flutter and gurgle.
I stopped the vendor and bought two huge roasted sweet potatoes and sat in the car and ate them.
Just as I was halfway through eating, Mu Xichun finally walked out of the teahouse, and from her coldness with a little angry expression, I could guess that there must be no result in this negotiation, and maybe Wang Hongfa took advantage of it.
I couldn't help but laugh in my heart: now you know what real scum is.
She slammed the door shut when she got into the car, and it seemed that she was angry at the moment. I didn't say a word, I re-wrapped the half-baked sweet potatoes, adjusted the seat and fastened the seat belt leisurely, and then started the car back to the company.
It was the evening rush hour, and the cars on the road were moving slowly, stopping, and finally motionless after walking for about ten minutes. I saw that this posture would probably not be able to go away for a while, so I simply picked up the roasted sweet potato that I hadn't eaten just now and ate it.
I glanced at Mu Xichun sitting in the back seat from the rearview mirror, she looked out the window expressionlessly, her brows furrowed slightly, I don't know if she was still angry about the meeting just now, or if she was dissatisfied with China's traffic.
As I was eating, I suddenly heard a gurgling sound, not loud, but I could hear it clearly, it was a unique cry that only the stomach makes.
Of course it's not my stomach, because I've already wiped out half of a huge roasted sweet potato, and it's a bit of a stretch to say it's still screaming. Then it can only be someone else's stomach growling.
I glanced back at Mu Xichun, and she withdrew her gaze from the window and glanced at me. At this time, her stomach rumbled again, although the sound outside was noisy, but the million-dollar luxury car had excellent quietness, so that the screams coming from her stomach were exceptionally clear.
She frowned, as if trying to control the screaming of her stomach, but it didn't work at all, and she screamed more happily. Seeing her embarrassed appearance, I couldn't help but laugh, reached out and handed her another roasted sweet potato, and said, "If you want to eat it, just say it!" Why bother with it! ”
"Who wants to eat it!" She gave me a blank look and firmly denied it, and she didn't take the roasted sweet potato in my hand.
"Oh, I don't admit it in my mouth, but my stomach is very honest!" I quipped.
She ignored me and turned her head to the side with a look of disgust.
"You really don't eat it? You don't remember the last night I saved your life, how could the doctor say? If you look at the congestion outside, you won't be able to eat for a while, and if you still want to experience a stomach cramp, don't eat! I said with a hint of jokingness.
After listening to my words, her disgusted expression became a little hesitant, as if she remembered the pain of the last time, which made her heart palpitate, and finally reached out to take it.
"What is this?" She looked at the roasted sweet potato in her hand, which had a somewhat charred skin and looked bad, and asked, as if she wasn't sure if she could eat it.
"Cut, it's really not a firework in the world, I don't even know roasted sweet potatoes, you can eat it with confidence, the poison won't kill you!" I teased.
She glanced at me again and frowned, but finally she didn't have a seizure, maybe it was for the sake of the face of the roasted sweet potato, and sure enough, she responded to the old saying, the mouth of eating people is soft, and the hands of people are short.
She peeled off the skin of the roasted sweet potato, lowered her head and took a gentle bite, chewing twice tentatively in her mouth, probably thinking that the taste was okay and eating it with confidence.
It may be that she is really hungry, or it may be that she has never eaten baked sweet potatoes and thinks it is really delicious, and the originally ladylike appearance gradually becomes less elegant.
Halfway through eating, because the roasted sweet potato was too big to bite into, her fair face was rubbed with black ash by the charred sweet potato skin, making people feel like Snow White was kicked out of the castle and suddenly turned into a firewood girl.
I tried hard to hold back the urge to laugh, and I thought this picture was simply beautiful, so I secretly took out my phone and took a picture of her.
Because she was so focused on eating, she didn't notice my little movements. Looking at the photo on her phone, she was holding a black roasted sweet potato in both hands and was about to bite into it, and her face was stained with a large piece of sweet potato skin burnt black, and my heart felt like I had obtained the treasure of the Pirate King.
When she finally finished eating the sweet potato skin and put it in the garbage bag, she finally realized that I was looking at her without blinking, and she suddenly became a little embarrassed, as if she realized the great contrast in her attitude towards baked sweet potatoes.
Until this moment, she still didn't realize that she was already a big flower face, and I couldn't help laughing out loud when I saw her somewhat embarrassed expression and this big flower face. I laughed and said silently, "You, have you, hahaha, brought a makeup mirror?" ”
She was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't understand why I was smiling so presumptuously, and why I asked myself if I had a vanity mirror.
But she still picked up the bag next to her, unzipped it and took out the makeup mirror, when she opened the makeup mirror to shine on her face, her eyes widened suddenly, and she was busy covering her face with her hands at lightning speed.
I almost laughed back, I am afraid that this kind of scene will never be seen by others in a lifetime. She couldn't care less about my unbridled laughter at the moment, and turned to clean the stains from her face.
After a while, she finally turned around, and the black dirt on her face was naturally gone, but there was an extra layer of blush on her face, and I knew that she was ashamed of me, and she had probably never been so embarrassed in front of people, so that she didn't know what expression to put on me at the moment.
I finally suppressed my laughter, and said to myself: I can be very cute, but I have to pretend to be high up and people dare not approach.