Just when Mu Qizhong took Ma Qi and them in the restaurant, gobbling up the big stick bones, one bite at a time.

Feng Lun touched his stomach and couldn't help but burp full of abalone chicken soup, stuffy canned beef, and tuna salad.

Some time ago, following Mu Qizhong really made them a little thin, but it had only been two days since they arrived at Fang Chen, and they were like inflated balloons in an instant.

Every morning, Fang Chen's presidential suite will hand out a lot of buffet tickets.

The buffet at the Moscow hotel is divided into several levels, and the buffet coupon given by the Presidential Suite is undoubtedly the top-notch, and the most important thing is that there is no time limit.

Fang Chen can't get up every morning, as a young man who dreams of growing taller, it's not okay to lack sleep.

He doesn't have to go to school!

When he goes to work, he is the boss himself!

You can sleep until what time you want!

And even when he got up, he preferred to let the waiter bring the meal to the house, sit in the heated room, and watch the Red Square in the distance eat leisurely.

The buffet coupon is naturally cheap Feng Lun and them, it can be said that they have eaten in the past few days, abalone and sea cucumber and other good things are almost tired of eating, what sashimi, lamb leg can't even touch.

Otherwise, even the burps are abalone flavored.

It's a pity that they can't eat anymore from the afternoon, because Fang Chen booked them a plane ticket for the afternoon.

Originally, they shirked it, saying that the train ticket would do, but a very ugly young man named Ma Yun, who was responsible for reselling goods from China to S, told them that there was no need to save money for the boss, and the boss was not bad for money.

Indeed, they have been walking around Moscow with Fang Chen in the past few days, and they really have a lot of knowledge, and they can be regarded as having a new understanding of how huge Fang Chen's industry is.

They went to the Auto Union and saw tens of thousands of cars in warehouses!

When I went to Huaxia Bank, I saw tens of millions of rubles in the bank's vault, and then I also went to the largest distribution center of Huaxia goods, Astai.

Astai is an area where the Chinese masters spontaneously gather together, and the shops are built directly on two rows of dilapidated shipping containers.

However, the rent is frighteningly high, according to Hu Chimin, who is in charge of managing this place under Fang Chen, the annual rent, as well as various benefits and protection fees, etc., the rent of a shop costs 500,000 Chinese yuan.

But people are still flocking to these shops and are crazy to rent these shops for no other reason than safety.

And a third of the shops here are in charge of him, in other words, these shops are Fang Chen's.

For others, it is impossible for Astai to occupy so many shops, but for Fang Chen, it is a matter of letting Yelena blow two pillow winds when she goes home at night.

He has to ship so many goods every month, he can't even have a place to sell goods.

Fang Chen has such a big industry, a few air tickets can save Fang Chen a few dollars.

They have nothing to give up at this time, some are excited, S is not their stage, Huaxia is the place where they can show their strengths, realize their ambitions, and prove themselves.

They want to use their abilities to prove that they are worthy of such preferential treatment as Shangchen.

At noon, Fang Chen invited Feng Lun and them to dinner, which was regarded as practicing for them.

"Get on the dumplings, get off the noodles, this is our northern rule, send you back to China today, just eat a little simpler, don't mind." Fang Chen said with a smile.

A few days ago, when Feng Lun and the others came, their faces were still full of vegetables, but now they were all oily, and he really doubted that if they stayed for a few more days, this stomach would be eaten.

Following Fang Chen's gaze and seeing his stomach, Feng Lun's face was slightly red, and he said with a wry smile: "Boss, it is more difficult to eat dumplings here than to eat foie gras, not simple, not simple." ”

Feng Lun's words are true, in the entire Moscow Hotel, there are more than a dozen French chefs, and there are only three Chinese chefs, and two of them are southerners, the two who made Fang Chen Buddha jump over the wall.

is only one from the north, but he is not yet a white case master, and in the end he can only say that he made up some dumplings.

Although that is the case, in the past few days, there are too many good things to eat, and Feng Lun and each of them have a few chopsticks and stop.

Fang Chen ate with relish, counting, since he went to Xiangshan in October last year, he hadn't eaten a single dumpling, and he went home in the middle, but chatted with the old man for a while, and then had a meal with Su Yan and Liu Qiming and returned to Moscow.

However, when the situation stabilizes this year, he will no longer need to be permanently stationed in Moscow.

Fang Chen sandwiched a dumpling with pork leeks, and then dipped it in the bowl, and in his mouth, the fatty aroma of pork, vinegar, spicy, and the taste of leeks that occupy the top of the king were mixed together in his mouth, which was simply supremely delicious.

While eating, Fang Chen said: "Feng Lun, I remember that when you were in Nande, it seems that you also ran an internal newspaper, right?" ”

"Mr. Fang, you even know about this, you just fool around. Feng Lun said humbly, but there was still a trace of pride at the corner of his mouth that was difficult to hide.

Fang Chen smiled slightly, Feng Lun's words were insincere, he could naturally see it, but Feng Lun was also qualified to be proud.

Feng Lun said that he was an entrepreneur, but in fact, more often than not, he was a literati and a pen.

He was the second college student after ten years of chaos, and later he was admitted to the General Party School and graduated with a master's degree.

After graduating, he was appointed to the General Party School, the General Propaganda Department, the National Commission for the Reform of the System, the Jiangcheng Economic Commission, and Tianya Province, and later in the new century, he also took the Juris Doctor of the Academy of Social Sciences, and then wrote a lot of books, some of which Fang Chen also read.

When it comes to talent and qualifications, Duan Yongping is also a big difference from Feng Lun.

When he was in Nande, Feng Lun helped Mu Qizhong write an article that firmly remembered the interests of the party and the country, and posted it in Huaxia Youth Daily, and then Huaxia Daily also specially reprinted it.

It is precisely because of Feng Lun's manuscript that Mu Qizhong has established a lot of positive images.

"Then after you pass, help me get the internal newspapers of Xiaobawang, I think it won't be a difficult thing for you. Fang Chen said with a smile.

Feng Lun's eyes lit up, patted his chest, and agreed, "Mr. Fang, don't worry, I will definitely make this newspaper beautiful for you." ”

For him, what he lacks now is the opportunity to show what he can do.

He's in his early thirties now, the oldest of all except Berezovsky, and he really doesn't want to experience another failure. 11