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

Zhang Ming went back to his hotel to ask the leader for instructions.

Fang Chengyan thought to himself, leave tomorrow for the last day, if Zhang Ming is ready to reply, then he will finish the matter in one day.If not, ask Secretary Han to entertain him in the next few months.

Waiting to see the old man again tonight, he is going to buy a ticket for the morning after tomorrow.

result.

When it was time to get off work, another unsavory incident happened.

In the Qingyuan quarterly report that Secretary Han had just received, the main page showed a picture of Liu Chacha making a scene at the gate of the Rijian tea house.This angle is captured very cleverly, and the photographer is quite intentional.

The report was clearly about the tea art competition held by the government, but behind the formulaic text, one-third of the page was devoted to mentioning the award-winning Rijian Tea House, saying that the foreigner's development in Qingyuan was too smooth, and even overwhelmed him. Qingyuan natives.

Not only the first prize from the government, but also the rent-free prize for shops in the development zone.The two awards were deliberately converted into monetary amounts to show more visual impact, which made people doubt their intentions.

Although Fang Chengyan's company was not mentioned in the report, the reporter is a professional writer after all, and described Fang Chengyan lightly as "President Fang who also came from Beijing". refers to.

Looking at the reporter's name again, it was Liu Chunxiao.

Fang Chengyan remembered that it was the female reporter who came to interview without an appointment that day.

well.

The last time he was blocked from watching Song Zhi's match, this time he was blocked from flying home.

One pile, one piece, new things are constantly being thrown out, endlessly!

Seeing the boss sitting motionless on the chair, Secretary Han asked tentatively, "What do you think...?"

"What should I do? Sue her for damage to her reputation?"

Fang Chengyan sat at the table without saying a word.

"It should be that the last interview was unpleasant." Secretary Han said, "Otherwise, how dare she write like that?"

Fang Chengyan looked displeased and his lips were tight. He stared at the newspaper for a long time without saying a word, as if he was really annoyed.

Secretary Han didn't dare to talk too much, and cursed repeatedly in his heart, reporters in small places really can't make it to the stage, and they don't even know what an appointment is. Our time-valued President Fang still has to follow her schedule?

Fang Chengyan suddenly said, "No report."

"Huh?" Secretary Han was taken aback.

"We are from other places. She specifically emphasized this point, but it is just to aggravate the xenophobia of the local people. The prosecution will not bring us any substantial benefits."

"Yes, it's nothing to us, it's your friends who are affected."

"That's the one, the one who was wearing a white sportswear and came to see you every day." Secretary Han added all his impressions of Song Zhi: "You asked me to serve him a fruit plate."

Fang Chengyan said, "I know."

Secretary Han was also indignant for Song Zhi: "What does it matter to her if she wins the award?"

"You go to her and tell her to give an explanation." Fang Chengyan said.

"Okay." The secretary responded and went out.

The man's temples were jumping straight, it was really a wave of unrest, and another wave.

Local newspapers are distributed free of charge, and their influence is unknown.Song Zhiren is in Beijing, so he probably doesn't know that his reputation has been damaged.

Fang Chengyan decided to walk around Qingyuan Town to see everyone's reactions... But after walking around, he couldn't help walking towards the street of Rijian Tea House.

The tea house didn't open, and the sister-in-law of the Song family didn't know where she went.

Then he turned around and came to the tea market.

This is the first time a man has come alone.

There are far less tea guests in the afternoon than in the morning.There were few guests, so as soon as Fang Chengyan passed by, he would receive all kinds of attention and scrutiny.

Walking in front of these tea stalls, it is inevitable to be greeted by enthusiastic tea farmers.But this is not the CEO's technical field. He walked around there, only to hear the tea growers selling more and more fiercely, and the names of the teas popped up one after another.

Just take Song Zhi with him - he thought in his heart.

Walk along the daily route of Little Tea Master.

Everyone wanted to attract this customer, even the proprietress stopped him: "Handsome guy! Come here! I want to ask you something!"

Fang Chengyan walked over: "Hello."

"I've seen you!" The proprietress placed a bagful of melon seeds in front of her, and began to ask him, "I ask you, why didn't the little tea master come?"

"Song Zhi has returned to Beijing."

"That's it." She exchanged a glance with the old sister at the booth next to her, "I mean, I haven't seen her for several days."

"Well, I'll be back in about a year."

"It's been so long? I really miss him."

The woman next to him came over: "Handsome guy, where are you from?"

"the same place."

"Then you are him...?"

"Friend." Fang Chengyan replied.

"Oh~ you are handsome too." The proprietress took a close look at his face and exaggerated suddenly.

"Yes, they are all handsome men." The woman also laughed.

The two middle-aged women were holding each other's arms behind the booth. For some reason, they suddenly switched on the rainbow fart switch, complimenting Fang Chengyan from beginning to end, and from tail to head, giggling from time to time.

Song Zhizai will be fine.

He thought about it again.

"You two will come to the tea market often in the future."

"Okay." Fang Chengyan replied, "I will fight for it."

After chatting with the handsome guy, the proprietress thought about doing business, and she didn't know what the rich people like, so she asked: "You all walk to the front of my booth, come to the end, why didn't you buy anything? Yes Doesn't our tea here suit your fancy?"

"No." Fang Chengyan quickly explained.

"I don't know much personally."

"Why don't you understand? Since you and the little tea master are friends, the little tea master didn't teach you?"

"I didn't ask for advice." Fang Chengyan paused and asked, "Song Zhi, how does he usually buy?"

The proprietress got excited again, and described to him: "The little tea master is very generous! He never haggles when buying tea, and if he picks out the good ones, it must be good! If he doesn't take a second look, it's not good! "

"It's famous." The woman next to him added, and the two of them said one thing at another: "You are very skillful in choosing tea, and you have sharp eyes. You are very capable. The tea that he can buy every morning is good tea. When it gets dark, it will be sold out, and the tea that is not picked by him will definitely rot in the warehouse in the end. It depends on what kind of tea he likes to pick, which is also our standard for tea picking."

Fang Chengyan nodded slightly, satisfied.

This likable guy didn't know his reputation would be as good as it was.

It turns out that his concerns were delusional.

I saw the proprietress watching eagerly.

Fang Chengyan suddenly understood: "Oh, what Song Zhi likes to buy usually, just give me two catties according to his preferences."

"OK."

The proprietress smiled and reached out to pull the plastic bag.

As soon as Secretary Han received the order from the president, he rushed to the newspaper office before the off-duty time, found the female reporter, and slapped the newspaper in front of the other person, scaring him to death.

Liu Chunxiao was only halfway through her recent manuscript, and she was busy on the phone with the editor-in-chief, so she had to talk to the editor about something awkwardly.

As soon as she hung up, her expression changed: "What's your business?"

"There's a lot to do." Secretary Han patted the newspaper.

"You wrote this?"

Liu Chunxiao put away the manuscript in hand, and quickly glanced over the newspaper with a disgusted expression: "My report is fair and just, reflecting the people's livelihood, what's wrong with me?"

Secretary Han looked at her: "Miss reporter, you really don't seem to know who you are messing with."

"This part of the tea house, here, is a false report."

He asked straightforwardly: "Has it been printed and distributed? Can it be withdrawn?"

Not to be outdone, Liu Chunxiao stood up and told the other party: "You think we are the U.S. House of Representatives here. If you are not satisfied, I have to withdraw it?"

She quickly looked back and forth at Secretary Han, and saw that he was neatly dressed in a suit and leather shoes: "Who is dissatisfied? That little tea master?"

The other party held up the newspaper and pointed out the small print to her: "This sentence."

With the sentence of Century Real Estate Company.

"Understood? Now do you know where I was sent?" Secretary Han said in a serious tone, "Stop playing with words, tell me, what trick do you want to do?"

"I reflect the facts, what tricks am I doing?"

"Emphasis that President Fang and the owner of Rijian Tea House are from the same village. You not only satirized the unfair results of the competition, but also satirized the improper distribution of government prizes, and also dragged our company into trouble." Secretary Han insisted on this excuse. After all, he belongs to the Century Real Estate Company, so if he can't come up, he will complain about Rijian Tea House.

"If it affects the development of our development zone in the future, as long as you use this ** to sue you, it will be enough for you to pay."

"You'd better not expect anything to happen to your story."

"That's it? Are you so old?" Liu Chunxiao was overjoyed: "Do you think I was scared?"

Secretary Han looked at her and asked suddenly: "How much did Cheng Kaizu give you?"

Liu Chunxiao's face changed, and he looked at him.

"Thousands of dollars? Tens of thousands? Does he still have money? Is this money enough for you to compensate us? A single loss of reputation will cost you [-] to [-] yuan, not too much. But once our reputation is damaged, it will affect the development zone. Economic benefits, then we will definitely pursue it to the end.”

Liu Chunxiao suddenly stopped talking.

How do you know this?

When she entered the door just now, Secretary Han saw the manuscript on her desk, the title was the latest one in Qingyuan Town.Visitor, use it.Visiting households to make a fuss, it must be associated with... Cheng Kaizu's last dirty tricks.

"Resolve this matter as soon as possible, otherwise we will apply to investigate whether you, as a reporter, have any improper behavior of washing people's land."

Liu Chunxiao stopped talking completely. When the government confirmed that Siji Real Estate would take over the development zone, Liu Chunxiao added Cheng Kaizu's contact information.

Unexpectedly, now for 5000 yuan, people have to be held accountable like this.

"You come to think about the solution. Before tonight, we want a result." He stayed by Fang Chengyan's side for a long time, speaking in the same tone as Fang Chengyan treated Zhang Ming this morning, learning in a decent way.

On the surface, it seems that there is no pressure on people. If you give it a time, in fact, let people entangle themselves and make troubles.

"I see." The female reporter's tone was a little weak. She was paid a salary in a small place and had no money to pay for her reputation.

As soon as she got off work, she quickly took the initiative to find him.All the way, I begged my grandpa to tell my grandma to ask people, and only then did I find out where Mr. Fang's house is.

When he first arrived at the big house by the river beach, the old man was about to invite her in.

But Fang Chengyan walked over and stood at the door, not intending to let anyone in at all.

Wearing home clothes, he said indifferently: "Reporter Liu, I would like to ask, did Rijian Tea House provoke you?"

"No."

"That's what Cheng Kaizu asked you to write?"

Could it be that Cheng Kaizu wanted to attack Song Zhi's tea house?

Fang Chengyan had a hard time controlling himself not to think about it.

Liu Chunxiao was taken aback: "No, no, he only asked me to write about you, but, I really didn't dare to say too much, so I first wrote about their tea house, and then I mentioned your company, trying to express For a moment...you have a nepotism..."

Fang Chengyan was really a little annoyed now, he said sarcastically: "Reporter Liu's methods are really convoluted."

"I'm sorry, Boss Fang." The female reporter apologized with a low eyebrow: "It was my fault first, I'm not polite, you can tell me a solution, I can apologize to you however you want."

"This matter can't be settled after you apologize." The man didn't want to talk nonsense to her, "Our company's reputation needs compensation."

Liu Chunxiao quickly answered: "How to pay? Tell me."

The man answered immediately, "Kuarijian Tea House."

"Praise its boss."

what?

Liu Chunxiao stayed where he was, suspecting that he had heard wrongly.What and what?What is the relationship between the two?

"In your local paper."

"How can it be? Although our place is small, the page for the next season is also limited. There are too many things to do, how can we use it exclusively to praise him?"

indeed so.

Fang Chengyan was silent for two seconds, then said indifferently again: "That's not my business."

"A 4-page newspaper, please fill half a page."

"No, Mr. Fang, it's really inappropriate."

"It's appropriate to slander, but it's not appropriate to praise?" Fang Chengyan asked back, and immediately stopped him.

He continued to talk about his request: "It should be listed separately. The language should not be vague. It is best to connect with the latest competition. I have also figured out the general idea for you-Rijian Tea House won the first place in the competition. Boss Song He played very well, and let the provincial and municipal leaders have a new understanding of Qingyuan's appearance. Moreover, what you want to emphasize is that he has contributed to your Qingyuan tea industry, and he is an outsider."

His eyes are very sharp: "The outsiders you slandered in your writing have very actively participated in your economic construction."

"do you understand?"

"After the manuscript is finished, I hope you will hand it over to me immediately. Compliments should be natural and fluent, and the rhetoric should be simple, not exaggerated. Compliment until I am satisfied."

After hearing this, the female reporter frowned.

Fang Chengyan looked at her.

"Okay, okay, I'll write now!" She got back into the car, lay on the steering wheel and started writing a draft. After writing for an hour, she knocked on the door and called Fang Chengyan.

"Please take a look, I have written it."

Fang Chengyan came down from upstairs, read all the ten lines at a glance, and told her directly: "I never thought that I could be a reporter at this level."

Liu Chunxiao looked embarrassed. She has always been proud of her writing, but now... She glanced at her manuscript and asked puzzledly, "Is it not enough praise?"

"not enough."

Empty, vain, superficial, what kind of compliment is that?

It's not as good as Fang Chengyan's praise in his heart.

"Okay, I'll change it again." Liu Chunxiao walked back to his car.

One night passed, she didn't even eat, and revised it four times in a row, Fang Chengyan kept sending back the manuscript.

She stood in front of the door in frustration, what kind of praise should the owner of the tea house make...

"what happened?"

Over and over again, the old man couldn't bear to see him anymore, and asked, "Fang Chengyan, is this how you treat lesbians?"

"What are you thinking? What happened to her? What tea house, what boasting?"

Fang Chengyan briefly explained the whole story to his grandfather.

"That's fine," the old man glanced at the female reporter, "but it's almost nine o'clock, so let her go back first."

"Write it tomorrow, let's go back first!"

Liu Chunxiao was about to cry, and hurriedly thanked the old man: "Thank you, thank you."

……

At eleven o'clock at night, Chen Baiyu called Song Zhi enthusiastically, asking him to go to the car show with him tomorrow.

He begged the sullen young man for a long time before the young man finally let go and agreed to go out.

"Come on! I'll bring Binzi to pick you up tomorrow!"

at the auto show.

The new models launched by major brands make every man excited. Sonata, Kia, GAC Toyota, Jetta, BMW... Luxurious booths, rhinestone edging, bright exhibition lights shine on each brand-new body, the car paint reflects With a charming luster, Chen Baiyu was about to cum on the spot just by looking at it.

The three walked to the trolley area.

Chen Baiyu stopped, and stretched out his fingers to Xiang Bin and Song Zhi: "Cat, how come there are serious Bian Sanzi here?"

"Just right." He went up and sat down, "One car, two seats, and a basket next to it, let's buy one for the three of us, and drive it on the street later."

He ran the train with his mouth full, and even arranged the seat: "I will drive, Song Zhi will sit behind me, and Binzi, you will sit in the seat."

Xiang Bin: "Get out of here, sit on the road like a prince, I don't like it!"

Song Zhi also commented: "It seems to be quite easy to roll over."

"Why overturn? The chassis of this car is low, so it won't overturn easily."

Xiang Bin stretched out his hand and pulled Chen Baiyu off: "Get out of here quickly, the more I look, the more I look like a car driven by a little Japanese devil, don't fuck me up."

After the three of them had finished their fight, they went on a stroll.

"There is no good-looking woman, they are all fucking men in sales." Chen Baiyu looked around, and all he could see were men in blue suits with work badges on their chests, waiting to test cars for customers.

After searching around, I finally saw a beautiful woman in a white sleeveless dress, about 1.7 meters tall, with long legs exposed, so beautiful!

I thought she was a car model, but saw a big turntable standing beside her.

——This beauty should be responsible for attracting men to the lottery at the auto show.

Chen Baiyu raised his legs and said, "Come on, let's smoke too!"

"Don't." Xiang Bin stopped him: "If you want to leave your personal information, you will be called by car sellers and car washers every day in the future, and the number will be wiped out by harassing calls."

Chen Baiyu didn't want to listen to a word, and walked up directly: "Hi, beauty."

The tall, long-haired beauty smiled at him.

Chen Baiyu also laughed, and he glanced at the big turntable: "Hey! First prize Maybach!"

"Binzi, come on! Even though it's an E-rank, that's enough."

The beauty asked him: "Sir, do you want to draw a lottery? Please register your information." After speaking, she put the form in his hand.

Xiang Bin took a step back, and Chen Baiyu waved his hand, leaving behind his name, license plate number, and mobile phone number. The license plate number was "NN520". The girl glanced at it and smiled again.

"Okay, let's go around."

"Help me turn around." Chen Baiyu said.

"Okay." The beauty responded gently, and with a push of her slender hand, the turntable quickly turned in the direction of the force.

The area where prizes are awarded is pitifully small.

After some scrolling, the turntable finally came to a stop.

Sure enough, he missed.

The beauty was deeply sorry: "I'm sorry, sir."

"It's okay." Chen Baiyu waved his hand: "It's nothing."

"Does Song know you're here? After you finish your driver's license test, you'll have to buy a car. Turn around now, let's prostitute a Maybach!"

Song Zhi, who had been depressed all this time, suddenly reacted.

"Come."

After he signed, he walked forward, and his hand, which was prettier than the beauty just now, just pushed the turntable with ease.

The four of them stood in place, staring at the turntable that gradually turned to a slower speed.

Third prize!

"Sir, I've been standing for a whole day, and this is the first time I've seen a winner!" The beauty told Song Zhi very happily, "Congratulations, it's the third prize!"

"A tricycle worth 800 yuan!"

Chen Baiyu: "Damn it."

Xiang Bin: "..."

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