In order to break off the engagement, I made CEO Bingshan cry.

When Shang Zhongtang heard this, his legs suddenly softened and he looked at his daughter in disbelief: "May I ask where you came up with this conclusion?"

"You don't like me, so you came all the way to the Third Courtyard for your trivial matters?" Shang Hongji's heart was pounding, and his pretty face turned red. "It's just that General Zhang is married and it's not convenient for him to express his emotions."

Shang Zhongtang took a deep breath of cold air and curled his lips and said: "General Zhang is not only married, but his wife is also pregnant recently. Beimang's 300,000 troops are waiting for him to be his godfather."

"Ji'er, I advise you not to have evil thoughts." Shang Zhongtang said angrily. "It's difficult to hold off 300,000 Bei Mang troops when it's easy."

Shang Hongji shrank his neck, terrified.

Shang Zhongtang lit a cigarette, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Zhao Changying, who was tall and straight and majestic, punching in for work. He felt sour and hateful in his heart...

Looking back at Shang Hongji, who was covered by the cold wind and covering his collar, sadness and anger suddenly welled up in his heart: "What are you covering up?! If you are as beautiful and sexy as the fairy of the Han family, can it be Zhao Changying who enters the backyard? "

……

dong dong.

In the silent conference room, there was a steady knock on the door.

Before Wang Linan could open his mouth to call in, a strong figure walked over.

In the third courtyard, except for the man in front of me, no one dared to break into the restricted area where Dean Wang was without permission, not even his three sons.

Snapped.

In order not to be criticized by his son later, and to boost his momentum, General Zhang stood up and gave a standard military salute to General Zhang from the Later Beimang period.

Dean Gu stuck his butt out and couldn't help but want to get up to greet him.

But when I glanced out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Dean Wang was sipping tea calmly and calmly, not even raising his eyes, let alone sticking his butt out.

Dean Gu's raised butt sank again.

That's right, they are all at the same level, they are older and have more seniority, why should they welcome him?

If he doesn't refill the tea cup in front of Dean Gu, he, as a young man, is not a good person.

"Where's Lao Chen?"

Zhang Ruoyu walked into the room and slowly sat down next to Brother Dazhi: "Didn't you say that the three deans were interviewed together?"

"Old Chen's stomach is bad and he is feeling weak." Dean Gu replied with a sense of ritual.

"Aren't you going to make a move?"

Zhang Ruoyu raised his eyes and glanced at Dean Gu.

"I ate with Dean Wang, and Dean Wang didn't leave..." Dean Gu explained tactfully and cautiously. "I feel pretty good and can hold on."

Zhang Ruoyu nodded slightly, pursed his lips and said, "The two deans are old and strong."

"Mild praise, ridiculous praise..." Dean Gu was very humble.

Wang Lin'an looked at Zhang Ruoyu with a smile: "Xiao Zhang, don't you have enough things to worry about around you? Do you even have to worry about your father's work?"

Zhang Ruoyu didn't say anything when he heard the words. Instead, he took out Huazi from his pocket and lit it for Brother Dazhi himself. Then he threw one into his mouth and wrote lightly: "Dean Wang, I thought you were old and confused. I didn’t know he was my father.”

"I'm old, but I'm not confused yet." Wang Lin'an said with a smile. "If he weren't your father, I wouldn't even be able to see my son today."

The so-called duplicitous and smiling tiger probably refers to old foxes like Dean Wang.

His smile made you feel like your blood was thicker than water, but the words that came out of his mouth made you want to pull out this old man’s oxygen tube.

Brother Dazhi became a little unable to sit still on the spot.

Are you putting on a show in front of my son?

Brother Dazhi was about to get up and spray, but was held down by Zhang Ruoyu's rough hands.

"Does Dean Wang know that? If he wasn't bored and wanted to do some errand in the courtyard, it would be difficult for you to meet his son."

Zhang Ruoyu flicked the ashes of his cigarette skillfully, and in his dark eyes flashed a look of pressure that even Dazhi brother was frightened to see.

He doesn't recognize his relatives, as if he will sever the father-son relationship with him at any time, which is scary.

"Xiao Zhang." Wang Linan said with an indifferent look. "I can understand your father's desire to use your remaining energy, and it's not a bad thing."

"But how to use it depends on his business capabilities and the comprehensive analysis and consideration of the three major institutes." Wang Linan said calmly. "It's impossible for me to open the back door for him just because he is your father, right? It's against the rules."

dong dong.

Wang Lin'an tapped the table lightly and said calmly and forcefully: "Xiao Zhang, this is the Third Courtyard, not Beimang."

"Did you hear that?" Zhang Ruoyu breathed out thick smoke and glanced at Brother Dazhi: "People think you are incompetent. They think that with your professional ability, you can only be a gatekeeper in the third courtyard."

Brother Dazhi twitched the corner of his mouth, wanting to speak harshly, but he felt guilty.

Back then, when I was able to show off my power and swagger through the market, I pretended to be generous and had integrity. I didn’t want this or that. I really wanted it, but people wouldn’t give it to me.

I spent my whole life trying to make a name for myself, but in the end, it was all empty.

"When my mother was young, she had to mark the dried fish and meat downstairs. When drying a bowl of dried radishes, she had to count the number of radishes. If there were less, she would knock on the door and ask questions."

Zhang Ruoyu flicked the cigarette ashes calmly and said calmly: "My mother said that if you lose to others at the gambling table, your skills are inferior to others, but if it is stolen, robbed, or hidden by others, Sapo must come back."

"My aunt has taught me since I was a child." Zhang Ruoyu's dark eyes flashed with determination. "Even if someone steals a date, his whole mouth will be smashed."

"My wife also told me that the more shame you give to some people, the more shameless they become."

Zhang Ruoyu took a deep look at Brother Dazhi, who had gray hair and a vicissitudes of life.

After working hard all my life, I ended up working as a janitor, unable to speak my mind.

Zhang Xiangbei saw many people like this in Beimang.

"Brother Zhang, tell me, what kind of work do you want to do in this yard? What position do you want to get?" Zhang Xiangbei asked blatantly.

Brother Dazhi was startled, and his pretentious and reserved energy came back.

He is shy because of such reliance on relationships.

"How about forget it..." Brother Dazhi didn't want to embarrass his son.

He also knows enough about the Third Courtyard, these old men, their faces are thicker than the city walls, and their mouths are smellier than the latrines.

Zhang Xiangbei did not embarrass Brother Dazhi. He raised his hand and knocked on the table. He looked back at Wang Linan and said word by word: "Under the plan of your three courtyards, make a yard for Zhang Xiangbei and follow my plan." We will provide you with the necessary support at every level. You don’t need to take care of security and logistics. I’ll transfer people from Beimang.”

"Dad, which position do you think will make you proud of your ancestors? You can report it and I will approve it for you."