Rebirth 1981: Kick your scumbag wife away and become rich instantly

"Dong dong dong."

Following the rhythmic knocking on the door, Zhao Shanhe entered in response.

"Is the leader busy? I saw your photo on the wall calendar. It's so great. You are so majestic in your actions that you can keep up with the greats."

Zhao Shanhe saw Song Yuanchao working at his desk, so he sat at his desk familiarly. When Song Yuanchao finally raised his head, he praised Song Yuanchao with a playful smile.

Anyway, Zhao Shanhe knows the principle of being able to wear out a thousand people and never wear flattery.

"You just like to play tricks and tricks with me. Last time you came to my office to trick me, you actually dug a hole for me? How can you be so cunning at such a young age?"

Song Yuanchao looked up and saw the shameless Zhao Shanhe, smiling as if nothing happened.

After picking up a cigarette on his desk and lighting it, he shyly came over to light it for himself. He immediately didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"My leader, please tell me clearly. Have you misunderstood me? I have always behaved myself in front of you. Please don't wrongly accuse a good person?"

Zhao Shanhe blew out a smoke ring, his face full of confusion and pretending to be innocent, which almost made Song Yuanchao amused.

My heart says that this kid is full of thorns, so I'll let you pretend. I won't take care of you today.

"You said it would be great to open a restaurant, but why are you speculating again? If this thing gets too big, let me tell you, if something happens, no one can protect you?"

"What? Speculation?" When Zhao Shanhe heard what Song Yuanchao said, he immediately called out to Zhentian Qulai, "Don't blame me for being such a big leader. You will be sentenced or even shot."

Of course, Zhao Shanhe knew that Song Yuanchao would never embarrass him, but when it came to this matter, what he had done at the beginning was indeed not fair enough.

However, there is nothing we can do about it.

If he had not played some tricks and told Song Yuanchao that he was now in the calendar business and could he help the factory to provide benefits to employees, Song Yuanchao would definitely not have agreed.

For such an old and orthodox leader, I can only make some small plans and then invite him to the urn.

After all, the Art of War says: Soldiers are crafty.

The shopping mall is a battlefield, so if you make it yourself...there's nothing wrong with it, right?

"You are still arguing with me, so let me ask you what is going on with these calendars?"

When Song Yuanchao saw Zhao Shanhe standing still pretending to be confused with him, he suddenly became a little angry and couldn't help but pat the table and said.

"Mom, you said this is what happened, but it scared me to death."

Zhao Shanhe wiped his forehead exaggeratedly, as if he had been frightened into a cold sweat just now. In fact, like Ming Jing, he just wanted to make Song Yuanchao laugh.

"Leader, look what this is?"

Zhao Shanhe wanted to laugh when he saw Song Yuanchao's pretentious look. Knowing that this leader was his noble person, he simply stopped talking to him and directly took out the letter of introduction from Fengtian Printing Factory and handed it to Song Yuanchao.

"Hey, when did you go to Fengtian Printing Factory?"

When Song Yuanchao saw the words on the letter of introduction that read: Comrade Zhao Shanhe, the salesperson of our unit, is here to discuss our external sales business with the watch factory, please contact us, and he suddenly felt a little baffled.

This kid may be able to do a lot of work, but now Ancheng can no longer accommodate him. He is either going to the capital or the provincial capital.

It really belongs to Sun Monkey, flying all over the sky.

"Report to the leader, because the Ancheng Machinery Factory no longer wants me, and I have no choice but to go outside to earn a living."

"Who doesn't want you anymore? You resigned on your own, and now you're trying to beat me up. You're such an ungrateful guy."

When Song Yuanchao saw Zhao Shanhe's idly attitude with his legs crossed, he was immediately furious. He stood up and came over to kick his crossed legs away, but Zhao Shanhe was well prepared and dodged him nimbly.

It almost staggered Song Yuanchao.

"Leader, don't be angry. Seeing you like this makes me feel unsure. Now I am representing Fengtian Printing Factory to discuss business with you. As the leader of a large enterprise, you don't want to bully our small business employees."

Then Zhao Shanhe said that this business was actually negotiated personally by Director Cong Kui of Fengtian Printing Factory. Now that the goods are in place, please arrange payment.

In addition, the other party is the director of the factory anyway. As the host, shouldn't the machinery factory show some sincerity and treat the director to a meal?

After all, everyone here is a guest.

Zhao Shanhe specifically did not say that Cong Kui was just the deputy director of the factory. Otherwise, even if the business unit received the reception, the most would be to send a deputy director to receive him. This was not Zhao Shanhe's purpose.

After all, the payment for the goods has not yet been settled, so Zhao Shanhe will definitely invite the great god Song Yuanchao out.

Only in this way can we successfully receive the payment while wearing a tiger's skin. Otherwise, if something unexpected happens if it is delayed for a few more days, it will be troublesome.

"The other factory director is here?"

Song Yuanchao originally wanted to teach Zhao Shanhe a lesson and ask him to behave accordingly in the future, but he didn't expect that the factory director of the business unit would be involved in delivering the goods himself. It would be a bit bad if he didn't come out to accompany him?

Now that Zhao Shanhe gave him the general, Song Yuanchao felt that he was shooting himself in the foot, and he immediately regretted it.

However, as the leader, Song Yuanchao still pays attention to etiquette in many aspects.

Although I usually find these social events quite annoying, I still bite the bullet and agree to it and let Zhao Shanhe prepare.

He said he would go to Shanhe Hotel for dinner in the evening and the factory would pay the bill then.

Zhao Shanhe was overjoyed to see it go so well, and then he was about to turn around and go back to make arrangements first, but he walked to the door and came back and said:

"Boss, if it's convenient at night, I can bring Han Xuesong, the director of the financial department, with me. After all, the next step involves docking and checkout, so I don't need to bother you anymore."

"Don't worry, can the Lord of Hell still owe you this little brat money? Hurry back and prepare some of my favorite dishes. If Han Xuesong is fine tonight, I'll just take him with me..."

Seeing Zhao Shanhe staggering out of the door with his hands in his pockets, the corners of Song Yuanchao's mouth raised.

Song Yuanchao, who was vigorous and resolute in his work and never smiled at all, really liked Zhao Shanhe's ruffian spirit.

Especially when I think about this person who gave up his iron job at the beginning, but later through his own efforts, he not only opened a restaurant, but also seemed to often travel around to do business to make money.

Although he seemed to be unruly and unruly, he was actually a very upright and straightforward character. Although the two men were very different in terms of their status, it did not affect Song Yuanchao's appreciation of him.

The key is that he is not stingy, he really has an appetite for Song Yuanchao.

"Xue Song, come with me for dinner tonight. If a client comes from the provincial capital, you can follow me to receive it..."

Song Yuanchao put down the phone, looked at the Shanghai watch on his wrist, and got up to go out.