The Beijing-flavored tea master and the rich and powerful boss are HE

It seems that they are ready to compete with him.

Zhang Lingze and Fang Chengyan met each other's eyes, sparks flew everywhere, and neither of them had any intention of backing down.

"I don't care who you are." He repeated fiercely: "Let go."

Song Zhi looked left and right, suddenly felt that one head was bigger than two.He pulled out both of his arms, and asked angrily, "What about you two?"

But no one paid him any attention.

Fang Chengyan replied: "Song Zhi doesn't seem to be familiar with you."

"He will come with me later." The man's tone was as calm as stating a fact.

Zhang Lingze smiled instead of anger, as if he had heard some big joke: "I don't know him well?"

"Did you never ask? He and I have been together since high school, where did you come from?"

Fang Chengyan was a little impatient: "Looking at you, I think you don't know what happened to him."

Seeing the change in Zhang Lingze's expression, the man continued to blame him mercilessly: "Sure enough."

"I don't even know what happened to him."

"As an ex, you don't seem to be qualified." The man looked unharmed, but upon closer inspection, there was an undercurrent in his eyes.

"Speak clearly, what's wrong with Xiaozhi?"

The meaning of the man's words is unclear.

"Let go of it!" Zhang Lingze glanced at Song Zhi, regardless of 21, he immediately started to grab it.

But Fang Chengyan directly stretched out his hand to protect the man behind him, as if he was bound to leave him behind.

The movement between the two was so loud that it caused the young men and women in the surrounding booths to look sideways, and the male waiter who passed by also stopped, ready to call the security at any time.

Song Zhi looked at the arm blocking him.

This time, I was completely dumbfounded.

The rhythm of the music in his ears was frenzied and restless, and the air was full of gunpowder factors. The two men in front of him were confronting each other, as if... they were fighting over who would send him home?

"Are you two planning to tear him apart?" Chen Baiyu really couldn't see it, and rushed out to stop him.

"Song Zhi, I will send it off, so I won't bother you two." Chen Baiyu was not angry, and the words on his mouth were a little bit strange: "How old are you, and you think you are a primary school student, and you are here to grab toys?"

He angrily pulled Song Zhi away from the scene.

Seeing that no one was benefiting, Zhang Lingze was so angry that he said a harsh word to the man: "You wait for me."

This farce is willing to give up.

Chen Baiyu was drunk and couldn't drive, so he finally found a substitute driver, put Song Zhi on the back seat, told the driver the address repeatedly, and then sent him away.

As soon as Song Zhi got into the car, he fell asleep again with his head against the glass of the car, and was sent upstairs by the driver. After opening the door, his head was dizzy, and he walked to the room next to the bedroom.

When Song Zhi was at home on weekdays, except for his own bedroom, kitchen and toilet, he never went to any room, for fear of bumping into Song Guoxiao's black face.

This was the first time he had entered another room.

Song Zhi raised his hand to turn on the light, glanced roughly at the decoration, as if... walked into the study...

As soon as you enter the door, a simple and elegant mahogany bookcase is facing the door. The bookcase occupies the entire wall, and there are densely packed books and folders on it. If you look at it roughly, most of them are biographies of Chinese and foreign politicians, or state leaders, and others. It's a book about philosophy.

And in the middle of the bookshelf, there is a twelve-inch black and white photo.

He walked over curiously to have a look.

The sister-in-law who was washing in the bathroom heard the sound of the door opening, and when she came out, she saw that the light was on in the study, so she went into the study to have a look.

Seeing my brother-in-law holding the portrait on the bookshelf, staring blankly.

Song Zhi smelled of tobacco and alcohol all over his body, and his sister-in-law hurried over to help him: "Why do you drink like this?"

Song Zhi made a "Z" shape, turned around and said to his sister-in-law with a smile, "Sister-in-law, this man is very handsome."

He was really drunk.

Without even talking through the brain, he asked with a smile: "Who is this?"

The sister-in-law raised the corners of her lips and glanced at the black and white photo in his hand.She is 30 years old, still very young, but when she smiles, there will be a little eye line around her eyes.

She didn't answer directly, but asked instead, "Don't you think you look alike?"

"Especially the eyebrows and eyes."

Song Zhi wanted to continue watching after hearing what she said.

"Okay, you can go back to the house and rest." The sister-in-law was afraid that he would have a grudge, and she didn't want to let the uncle see any more, so she took him into his room and said, "The stitches on your head haven't been removed yet. Why are you drinking outside?"

Song's mother had already slept through, but when she heard the commotion outside, she walked out with her slippers on.

"Why did you go there? What time is it and you didn't come back?" She scolded, and when Song Zhi said "haha" to her, she realized that her youngest son was already confused.

The two women took him to the bedroom together, took off Song Zhi's coat, and wiped his face.

After taking care of everything, the sister-in-law gently closed the door.

She turned around and said to Song's mother, "Mom, there are people from the Food and Epidemic Bureau in Qingyuan to check, I have to go back in two days."

"Do you still want to go?" Mother Song persuaded with displeasure written all over her face, "Otherwise, don't do it when I go back this time, and our family is not short of that little money."

Chen Zhengrong showed embarrassment: "I don't know what Xiaozhi thinks, I'll ask him tomorrow."

"No." Song's mother directly made a decision: "You don't need to ask him, just close the tea shop. He doesn't remember anything, so how can he care about the stall there?"

"That's what I said, but the closing of the store requires Xiao Zhi's consent and signature. At that time, he ran to various bureaus to apply for documents, and he had to come in person to close the store." The sister-in-law explained.

Song's mother lowered her face and sat on the sofa in the living room: "Okay, you go back and have a look first, and then we will talk about it."

The sister-in-law poured her a glass of water, and Song's mother took it: "Anyway, you and Song Zhi have to stay in Beijing. His father is angry now, I don't believe it. He has been facing Song Zhi at home, so he can He kept his mouth shut and didn't recognize his son!"

……

Zhang Lingze drove all the way home, feeling really angry.

——Who is the so-called real estate president?

When he followed Chen Baiyu out of the toilet, he recognized the man in their booth at a glance.The suit and the side face are the owner of the black Hummer that Song Zhi rode that day.

But it was this person who didn't know what to do, when he stepped forward and wanted to take Xiaozhi away, he took the lead to sit beside Xiaozhi.When he was stopped by Chen Baiyu and tried to explain his intention to the other party, the man gently lifted Song Zhi up and let Song Zhi lean on his shoulder, it was extremely natural, as if something had happened to them.

This action, in his eyes, is so dazzling.

The more Zhang Lingze thought about that picture, the more sour he felt.

He sat in the car for a while, asked some friends, and asked them which real estate company's president drove a black Hummer, but all the friends said they didn't know each other.

Coincidentally, just as he couldn't find a clue, when he went upstairs to the house and passed the living room, he suddenly saw the folder that his father put on the coffee table. The blue business folder was open, revealing all the contents inside.

He saw a line written on the label of the folder - "Bidding Plan for Yuehui Plaza Shopping Center".

And the owner of this shopping center is called Century Real Estate.

He couldn't get along with the word "real estate" tonight, so he couldn't help but glance at the pile of papers. The documents contained a copy of the shopping mall's transfer statement, financing instructions, and his father's bidding plan.

result.

Coincidentally.

On the top document - the transfer statement, he keenly saw the word "Song Zhi".

Party B?Song Zhi?

Party A, Fang Changyun?

He tried hard to remember, as if he had heard the name before.At the same time, he was puzzled, wondering if this "Song Zhi" was a person with the same name and surname as Xiao Zhi?

But when something like that happened tonight, he couldn't help thinking a lot—

Zhang Lingze took the shopping mall bidding contract and sat down on the sofa.He took out his mobile phone and compared it with the photos posted on the homepage of Century Real Estate.

The latest piece of corporate news was five days ago.

Click to open.

He widened his eyes slightly, and saw Xiaozhi standing in the middle of the crowd in the large photo posted on the news page, holding a pair of golden scissors in his hand, cutting the red silk in his hand.

And standing behind him.

It was that damned man!

Zhang Lingze was surprised for a while, Song Zhi went to the south to open a tea house, why did he come back to participate in the ribbon-cutting activity of the shopping mall?His father is a senior official of the Discipline Inspection Office, and he has never heard of any dealings with the real estate industry.

Zhang Lingze probably guessed something, he read the transfer statement carefully and conscientiously.

On top of this statement in black and white, in the parts of the liability for breach of contract and the solution to disputes, there is only a bunch of meaningless nonsense written.Song Zhi didn't need to undertake any obligations, as long as he signed, the transfer agreement could be reached.

In other words, this shopping center is purely for Song Zhi.

How can there be such a good thing in this world.

Could it be from that man?Zhang Lingze was amazed at the other party's family background and financial resources, thinking that Xiaozhi followed such a person, his thoughts became more and more confused.

Then, my father came out of the bedroom with a teacup.

"What are you doing?" Father Zhang walked quickly to the living room, and closed the folder with a "snap".

Looking at his father's overreaction, Zhang Lingze was almost sure that this contract must be related to Song Zhi whom he knew well.

"Dad, do you know this man?"

Zhang Lingze pointed to the imposing man in a suit on the phone screen.

Father Zhang glanced at him, he understood his son's behavior, he just thought that nothing good would happen.

The corners of his mouth drooped, and it took a long time before he spoke: "Why?"

"Do you recognize him?"

"What's the matter with you?" Father Zhang's face has become ugly.

"There was a little argument with this person in the bar." Zhang Lingze said.

"I knew it, you bastard, you make trouble for me every day outside!" Father Zhang knocked the teacup on the coffee table, and the teacup immediately showed cracks.

Zhang Lingze didn't know that his father would be so angry. If he had known this, he would not have told the truth.

He asked his father, "What's wrong?"

"This is the contact person for the company's new investment project." Zhang Ming is over fifty, and his incompetent son often makes him terribly angry: "This year's accounts are counted on the purchase of shares in this shopping mall."

He was heartbroken, and pointed at Zhang Lingze's nose and cursed: "I haven't cared about you this year, have I? You went out to fool around, and I was turning a blind eye, but you, you..."

He put down his hand resentfully: "You are making trouble with him, you are just making trouble for your father!"

"You'd better not let him know that you are my son, Zhang Ming. At that time, I won't be able to lose him!"

Zhang Lingze was scolded by his father again, irritated, angry, grief and indignation mixed, a few minutes later, he slammed the door and left.

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