100 ways to be a scumbag boss

The same is Nuanxi Pavilion.

Today's game was saved by a real estate owner from the next province.

Rui Hui Group has developed rapidly in the past few years, and the land parcels it stocked in the early stages have increased by nearly 80.00%.

I resold part of it last year, and the profits made many of my colleagues have red eyes.

But now that the land policy is very strict, the difficulty of taking advantage of this loophole has skyrocketed. I can only blame myself for not having such great foresight in the first place.

The cake in Haishi has almost been eaten. Even if there is still some room for maneuver, the local forces are watching eagerly. It is basically impossible for outsiders to come in and share the food.

Unless a capitalist kills several local companies, quickly acquires them, and uses them as a springboard to do things in overseas markets, it is not impossible to grab market share.

Rui Hui now has money, and as soon as he has money, he wants to expand.

The sea market is not the first choice, but if you can really pick a piece here, like dominoes, it will definitely have a series of exciting chain reactions for the subsequent development.

Even Ming Jiaye and Song Guizhou were too difficult to make appointments. It took two months to decide on the schedule. Li Zheng had been preparing since last month.

Song Guizhou arrived later than Mingjiaye, about 5 minutes behind.

Li Zheng took the initiative to approach with a drink.

"Long time no see, Song Zhenchang!"

The attitude was warm and familiar, and those who didn't know might have thought that the two of them had known each other before, but in fact they had just met each other a few times during certain games.

Song Guizhou nodded as a response.

He has always been cold, and no one finds it strange.

Today, everyone's positions are fixed, and the number of chairs is just right. There are 11 people at the table. Except for Li Zheng, the camps are evenly divided. 4 are working under Ming Jiaye and 4 are under Song Gui. On duty under the state.

The two positions at the top are the people with the highest status in the dinner party. Occasionally, the host will sit at the top, but that was not the case today. Li Zheng wisely left these two positions to Ming Jiaye and Song Guizhou.

There was someone sitting next to him, and Ming Jiaye touched the teacup on the table to him as a way of saying hello.

This is the case in political circles. It is difficult to tell whether others have ill intentions towards you from their appearance.

The person Ming Jiaye brought out was almost engraved from a template. He looked mature and steady. He was either wearing glasses or holding a thermos cup. Most of the time, he had a gentle and friendly smile on his face. He was the kind of first-class person. You will have a good impression of the image of an elder when you look at him.

As for Song Guizhou...

Meng Changji lowered his head silently, picking at his fingernails with his hands under the tablecloth.

Rumors about Mingshi were just made last night, and today they are making a big fuss. He could hear little girls talking about the gossip about Mingshi in the patrol room. Also, the two diamond kings in our Hainan City circle. Wu has his own traffic, but because he is the initiator, he really doesn't dare to raise his head, and is also afraid that Mingshi will take the initiative to look at him...

The little secretary sat on the left side of Ming Jiaye. Knowing that Mingshi would not drink tonight, he neatly put away the white wine glass in front of him and asked the waiter to put the chrysanthemum tea in the teapot.

In summer, you should drink this kind of fire-reducing and health-preserving medicine.

The civil servants were so sensible, but the generals didn't even respond. The man next to Meng Changji poked his thigh firmly and motioned for him to pour the tea for the warden.

Meng Changji then stood up slightly and collected the cup for Song Guizhou.

Li Zheng was stunned for a moment when he saw this posture.

This imperial man always pays attention to the wine table culture when talking about business. He has deep feelings and a boring mouth. But now, the two principals don't drink, and he doesn't know how to say this tonight!

"Mingshi, would you like to try this Huadiao Nuerhong? I brought it here specially. The alcohol is not high."

Li Zheng had only seen this man from a distance a few times before, and he didn't even speak to him. It was just his gentle and kind demeanor that made people unknowingly let go of their guard against him.

Ming Jiaye waved his hand, his attitude was still gentle, but he didn't leave any room for words, he only said that the little girl in his family was strict.

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of many people on the field became a little subtle.

Sure enough, Li Zheng raised his eyebrows with a smile, as if he understood completely: "Hey, my daughter is like this too. She won't ask me to drink. By the way, how old is the Mingshi family's child this year?"

Mingjiaye: ...I'm so convinced!