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

If Fang Chengyan knew who Song Zhi was looking for in the end.

believe him.

He will definitely stop it with all his might.

The man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, still advising himself to be generous.

The next second, the other party's phone can't wait to dial:

"Hey?"

"Did you see my message?

"I'm going to visit Yao Shuqing, can I go?" Song Zhizheng was walking downstairs, but he couldn't even open his mouth because of the pain in the corner of his mouth.

Fang Chengyan walked towards the sofa and replied in a low voice, "Of course."

"Row."

"That's okay, you can be busy."

"Wait." Fang Chengyan suddenly stopped, "Shall we have dinner together tonight?"

Song Zhi was eager to go out and had already reached the entrance of the corridor: "I don't have much appetite today."

"……it is good."

A man's voice came from the other end of the phone. Although it didn't sound wrong, the conversation between them fell silent, which made Song Zhi feel that something was wrong.

For the first time, he took care of the other person's feelings:

"I can find you after dinner, I really can't eat."

My mouth still hurts!

"it is good."

After Song Zhi sought Fang Chengyan's consent, he turned to ask Yao Shuqing out.

This nerdy cartoonist is also an enthusiastic girl. As soon as she heard Song Zhiqiu's help, she hopped out of the house with her own eyeshadow palette.Wearing fluffy slippers and a down jacket, she asked Song Zhi to sit down at the fitness equipment in the community, bent over, and drew him eyes with elongated tails and slightly raised eyes.

"All right."

Yao Shuqing showed him the small mirror on the eyeshadow palette: "Take a look, is it okay?"

Song Zhi stared at the mini mirror for a long time, and felt that the girl's hands were really wonderful.

"You have something," he said.

All the similarities with the big brother are all covered by these modifications.

"Why are you going? Are you dating a man? Why do you ask me to make your eyes big first?" Yao Shuqing put away the eyeshadow palette handed back by the other party and put it back in her pocket.

"It's urgent."

He looked up and saw that it was getting dark, so he didn't say anything more to Yao Shuqing, and left in a hurry after thanking her.

When I arrived at Japan-China Investment Corporation, only a few offices in the building were still lit.The building of the investment company is not located in a prime location like the Century Real Estate Company, but it is definitely not far behind.

Song Zhi walked around the building, looked around the gate now, and finally mustered up the courage to go in.

At this point, the white-collar workers have already left work.The hall was brightly lit, but empty, except for the door of the guard room.

He wandered around in the lobby for a long time, thinking about how he would pass through the security check machine and get on the elevator, and happened to meet a staff member who was working overtime coming out of the elevator.

The clerk saw him wandering around here and asked, "Do you want to come up?"

"Correct."

The other party reached out and "tipped" the employee card at the infrared identification area under the button. After confirming that it was successful, the elevator displayed a green light, indicating that it could be operated.

"Thank you." Song Zhi walked into the elevator and immediately asked, "I want to find Director Qin, is he not here..."

"exist."

"Are you?" The clerk turned around and looked at him suspiciously.

"I'm a tea retailer, and I have an appointment with Chairman Qin." Song Zhixin said nonsense.

"Go to the golf course behind and look for it, but there are security guards there, so no one is allowed to enter easily." The staff left with a briefcase under his arm.

Song Zhi pressed the door close button, and the elevator slowly closed in front of him.He didn't want to meet Qin Huai, but just wanted to see what the company this person founded was like, and why his elder brother found out the discipline inspection report two years ago.

After pressing the first floor, Song Zhicai realized that he had come to their corporate culture corridor after reaching the finish line. There was a bright wall lamp hanging on every publicity map.

The date and brief description of the company is posted on the wall - about seven years ago.Song Zhi was still on the job listing of the management, and saw Zhang Ming's photo at a glance.

Zhang Ming.

vice chairman.

His profile picture is at the bottom of the power pyramid... and Qin Huai's name is at the top, but there is no photo.

Song Zhi continued to walk forward, stopping and stopping along the way, and the entire wall was posted with nothing but the history of their company's fortune:

Investment results of various major projects, participation in national infrastructure projects, and photos of Qinhuai himself with children in mountainous primary schools, and even with disabled people.

There are all kinds of positive news.

Posting it with such fanfare, it seems that the ugliness of the past will be offset.

He turned a corner at the end of the corridor, which is a corridor specially used by Qin Huai to collect famous paintings.All the paintings are hung in transparent exhibition windows, and the glass is so clean that there is no trace of dust, which shows that the collectors have taken good care of them.

These paintings are mainly landscape paintings, and there are many expensive works among them. Song Zhi scribbled through the inscriptions of several paintings, namely "Spring Mountain Picture", "Mountains and Maolin" by Tang Dynasty calligraphers and painters, and "Mountains and Maolin" by Song Dynasty literati. Green Mountain Cliff".

The pavilions in the painting are high and low, the moss is shallow and the trees are deep, the mountains and waters are beautiful, and it is dark and gloomy.With white clouds and faint green hills, it looks like a place for immortals.Coupled with the inscription on the side, the font is vigorous and full of charm.

Especially a landscape painting at the end of the corridor, the painting is very long, a young pine stands on the top of the mountain, the color is dark green, but the green of the mountain is malachite green, bright and bright.

Although this painting is not signed, it is not inferior to the others at all.

Qin Huai's greatest hobby in his life is nothing more than this.

After Song Zhi finished shopping, no one would swipe his card to go up the elevator, so he had to go down the walking ladder.

Walking to the bottom, he found a narrow back door behind the building.

Pushing it away, it was facing an empty space behind the building.There are emergency lights hanging on the top of the exit, full of power.

Right there, Song Zhi saw a person from a distance.

The other side was facing him, with a thin and narrow figure, wearing the same handmade suit as Fang Chengyan, as if it was from the man's favorite brand, the shape and color were exactly the same.Even the tie was the same as Fang Chengyan's.

Exactly similar style.

The light was very bright, even though Song Zhi could see it very clearly, at first glance, he almost yelled out the word "Fang".

But he stopped short.

This person is definitely not.

At first glance, it does look alike.But in terms of details, this person is not as good as Fang Chengyan.

The back of the man in the suit was facing him sideways, and when he turned his body slightly to turn his back to him, Song Zhi noticed that his shoulders were narrow, while Fang Chengyan had broad shoulders and was taller.This person is completely a zoomed-in version of Fang Chengyan.

At this moment, the man suddenly turned his head as if aware of his gaze.

His eyes lit up when he saw Song Zhi.

Song Zhi felt even weirder when he saw the man's face in the suit.Compared with Fang Chengyan, his frontal face is much more hip-stretching, and his bones are poor. The light hits from the back of his head, making his atrium look sunken. With such a curvature, no matter how straight his nose is, it will still appear sideways. Strangely, the appearance also loosened due to age.

It's not as good as Fang Chengyan at all.

Song Zhi was still dazed by the change in his expression, but the other party had already walked towards him.

The man in the suit stood in front of him, and the first thing he said was: "Do you remember me? Boss?"

Song Zhi was dumbfounded.

Who is this?

He looked at the other person again and again, and felt that this person seemed to be a bit older, and his accent was very familiar. It seemed to be... Lingshan County?

His understanding of this county, except for being poisoned there once, he doesn't have a good fucking impression left.

"I handed you my business card," he said.

...still don't remember.

The other party seemed to be full of expectation that he would recognize him, and looked at him without blinking his glasses.Song Zhi was also observing the man in the suit at a close distance. From a close look, the hairline on the man's head looked very weird, and the layers of the hair were also fake, neatly trimmed and unnatural.The smile on his face at the moment was also in Song Zhi's eyes, it was quite inexplicably fake.Song Zhi felt that he seemed to be facing a dummy.

Song Zhi planned to talk about this matter with Fang Chengyan at dinner tonight, as a basis for conversation.

"Kaizu!"

Someone was calling him from a distance, and it was some distance away from the lighting, so he couldn't see his face clearly for a moment.

"who are you chatting with?"

"An acquaintance." The man in the suit replied loudly.

He turned his head again and said to Song Zhi:

"We chatted. I bought [-] catties of fried greens for my employees in your store." When he said the word "employee", a gloomy look flashed in his eyes.

"what……"

Song Zhi suddenly realized.

He couldn't remember whether to hand over the business card or not.But as soon as he heard what kind of tea the other party bought in his own tea house, Song Zhi could immediately remember it.

He was very impressed with this character, even though Song Zhi didn't pay attention to the business card he handed over - it was still in the box on the cash register, gathering dust.

"remember?"

Song Zhi made a clear look and said with a smile, "Of course, of course."

As if remembering something, he looked around the other party in surprise, and felt that the customer was really different from what he was then.

That autumn morning, the person who came to his tea house to talk about the mountains was a middle-aged man with a bald head and a protruding belly!The fat on his face trembled when he was talking, but now, he has become so thin?

After a rough calculation, only three months have passed, hey, this uncle is really inspirational!

Song Zhi felt surprised: "Boss, you have lost a lot of weight."

The man in the suit didn't pick up his words, but instead asked, "Are you also working in Beijing?"

"Yes." Song Zhi said.

"How did you get here?"

The other party looked around, the security room was right at the gate, how did they let people in?

"Walk around casually." Song Zhi asked, "What about you?"

The other party turned his body sideways and asked Song Zhi to look at the field, and lowered his voice: "No, playing golf with the boss, I'm interested, and I don't plan to stop."

Song Zhi looked over there, and saw a man wearing a polo shirt, like all the rich people in TV dramas, wearing a pair of white pants, wearing a Rolex watch, holding a club in his hand, with a standard posture.

He aimed at the target and swung it vigorously. The well-cared for turf was scooped up by the golf club. When the white ball flew out, the wet soil also flew out.

"Kaizu!"

"Did you see that?" The golfer sounded delighted.

The middle-aged man in front of him quickly turned around.

"Don't be dazed, come and help me take a look."

The person called "Kaizu" walked a long way, emptied the ball bag in the hole, and brought it back.

"320 yards."

"It's a new record, Mr. Qin."

President Qin...

Song Zhi stood where he was.

The golfer finally had the finishing touch. Song Zhi saw him return to his seat and drink the water from the thermos.

The light on his face is cruising with the movement.

Song Zhi saw it clearly.

It was the face seen in the photo. It was close to 40 years old by visual inspection. He was tall enough, but thin. Song Zhi looked over here:

"Who is that?"

"I met you in the south before."

"Why are you here?"

"..."

Cheng Kaizu didn't know how to answer, how did this little boss come here?

"I'm afraid it came in through the emergency door." He paused, and continued: "I mentioned to you a tea case I saw before, do you remember? It belonged to him, he refused to sell me, no Thinking that we can still meet here today.”

"Oh?" Qin Huai raised his eyelids thoughtfully, "Is that the one you never forget?"

"Yes."

Qin Huai put down the thermos, stood up lazily, and said: "Okay, ask someone to sit on it."

Cheng Kaizu asked: "What is Director Qin planning to do?"

The other party looked back at him. Under the light, a sunken scar on the side of his face glowed with a layer of luster due to the adhesion of connective tissue. When he spoke, the muscles on his face pulled the scar, pulling the vertical and horizontal ravine deeper.

"I must sell him to you today."