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

He was falling into memory, and when he regained consciousness, he heard Qin Huai say: "Sell the tea."

"What tea?" Zhang Ming asked.

Apparently wandered outside the meeting.

Qin Huai glared over instantly.

On the contrary, Cheng Kaizu, who had been watching from the opposite side, told him: "Fried tea."

Zhang Ming was even more puzzled.He didn't know that the long business trip was one of Qin Huai's fancy profit methods.

When they met for the first time, Cheng Kaizu and Qin Huai met at the Tea Industry Expo Garden.

Cheng Kaizu is from Lingshan, and next to his hometown is Qingyuan, an important tea town, and he drank a lot of tea since childhood.He works part-time in Beijing during the day and lives in a cheap rental house at night, and it happens that he co-organizes an event with tea.There are many companies under Qinhuai, and the risk of investing in companies is very high.The best way to diversify risk is to invest money in different industries.The larger the span, the less vibration it will withstand.Tea, calligraphy, painting and literature are not only Qin Huai's hobbies, but also one of his important sources of gray assets.

Qin Huai happened to come to the same booth with Cheng Kaizu at that time, and was about to look at the small pot of tea that was currently hot.

"A sensible person wouldn't drink these."

Qin Huai raised his eyelids and looked towards the source of the voice.I saw that this man was poorly dressed, his face was so thin, his bald head was shiny, and his head and face were also shabby.

"The quality of this tea is not top-notch." Cheng Kaizu told Qin Huai: "It's all fried."

He saw that there were quite a few followers behind Qin Huai, and he felt that the other party was a famous person: "You can learn from them, buy tea, and sell it after speculation. The cost of tea is low, and once the speculation is successful, it will be huge profits."

"How?" Qin Huai listened with great interest to his continuation.

"Frying tea is like frying real estate."

"You come to buy tea that has been selling well in the market recently."

Qin Huai pointed to the small jar of tea leaves, which was no bigger than half the size of his palm: "Shall I buy it?"

Cheng Kaizu emphasized: "Acquisition."

"What if I lose money?"

Cheng Kaizu is very confident: "I will work for you for ten years."

Qin Huai thought this person was very interesting and courageous, so he said to his subordinates, "Did you hear that?"

He generously purchased a small batch of tea and handed it over to Cheng Kaizu.

Cheng Kaizu spent a week in the marketing department of his tea company from morning to night, advocating "mountain tea" and "special effect tea" in the market, while he himself became a big player in the factory.

He notified the factory to organize the production of goods, and then classified the dealers layer by layer to limit the number of sales.He even asked Qin Huai to use his own influence to bid a high price for a tea cake worth 7000 million yuan!In the end, when the popularity really ignited, the volume was increased, and arbitrage was carried out at the peak moment. In the end, the limelight passed and the money was taken away.

Since then, many people in the tea industry have called Qin Huai a "tea fanatic".There was a lot of trouble about this matter, and some people said that Qin Huai could buy a BMW for a cup of tea.

In this regard, Cheng Kaizu said: "Harvesting the leeks of the rich, what's the matter with the poor?"

Qin Huai wanted to laugh.

In the business field, he has never seen such a pretending or not.

That's right, what you earn is the money of the rich!

as predicted.

In the end, the profits from the tea were multiplied by [-] times, which made Qin Huai have to give him a high look.

The same words, Song Zhi felt impatient when Cheng Kaizu said it to Song Zhi, but it made Qin Huai reuse him.

Qin Huai felt that this person had some abilities, and he wanted to give him a share, but he said no, and wanted to make a living with Director Qin.So Qin Huai put him in a wealth management company under his control, gave him an empty title, and hired him logically.Qin Huai felt that this person would have insight into people's hearts, would not continue to be greedy for profit, and would withdraw quickly, he was a smooth hand.

To distribute one percent of Cheng Kaizu's profit, that huge amount is enough for him.

It was only later that Qin Huai gradually discovered that this man's ambition was not small.On the surface, it is said that he is making a living in an investment company, but in fact he has a long-term vision and wants Qin Huai to focus on real estate.He investigated, Cheng Kaizu was originally a small boss of a bankrupt company in the south.

One morning, Qin Huai asked bluntly, "How did you go bankrupt?"

The other party responded honestly: "My project was taken away."

"Who?"

"Fang Chengyan."

Although Qin Huai had no direct contact with Fang Chengyan, he was quite familiar with it.

Also met a few times.

Young, handsome, well-educated in speech, know how to make concessions, work steadily and steadily, and act steadily.

A very reliable look.

No wonder Fang Changyun and Fang Shihong handed over the company to him.

"Do you know him?" Cheng Kaizu knew that the other party must have heard Fang Chengyan's name.

He just pouted: "I've heard of it."

On the second day after taking office, Cheng Kaizu used the money he earned to buy an expensive suit and a custom-made wig.

He liked Fang Chengyan's taste, so he spent a huge sum of money and vowed secretly that he would change his appearance to make Fang Chengyan look up to him.But this gorgeous cross-dressing suffers from the lack of any travel tools, so I can only ride a shared bicycle every day.

For four full months, he dared not go back to Lingshan.Because he has no face to face Jiangdong's elders, he just waits to make a comeback in Beijing and return home.

The suspension of Fang Chengyan's cooperation projects with foreign countries was also prompted by Cheng Kaizu.But he never thought that Qin Huai would use... such a way to achieve it.

one way or another!

If he can destroy Fang Chengyan's business, he feels that everything he does is worth it!

But his thoughts hadn't been fulfilled yet, and he saw that Qin Huai's company was failing again.The market value is falling hour by hour, at an alarming and terrifying speed.

Cheng Kaizu suspects that there must be the disaster of sibling rivalry and Xiao Qiang, which must have occurred within Qin Huai's own company.Otherwise, how could it become like this?During the turbulent period, a large order came suddenly as financial support, but after they purchased the materials, they suddenly withdrew it.

"Don't you think—"

"Is it strange that the other company canceled the order at this time?" His tone was drawn out.

Zhang Ming who was on the opposite side couldn't get angry when he heard Cheng Wangba's tone. When he was in Qingyuan, he used this strength to hook him.

Zhang Ming hurriedly said: "Director Qin, don't believe him!"

"Before in Qingyuan, our financing failed because he fanned the flames!"

"If the company has an accident, we will all lose our jobs. How could there be a commercial espionage? I suggest you turn your attention back to the company and talk to the other party, and you can save it!"

He underestimated Cheng Kaizu's influence on Qin Huai.

Qin Huai walked over.

stand in front of him.

Zhang Ming immediately settled down, for fear that the golf club in his hand would fall.

"who is it?"

Qin Huai glanced at everyone present and passed by him.

Eight supervisors.

I have seen them one by one.

He stood in front of Zhang Ming again.

Zhang Ming hurriedly expressed his loyalty: "It's not me. I came back from a business trip and haven't paid attention to these things."

Qin Huai sneered: "I guess you don't have that ability either."

"Your deputy director doesn't need to work."

"You know why you were hired in the first place."

"It's been so many years," he poked Zhang Ming's shoulder with a golf club, "I've had enough food and drink in my company."

"If something happens now, I don't want to support useless idlers."

He said, "Xiu Fan, remove Deputy Director Zhang from his position."

"Let Team Leader Cheng go on top."

In an instant, Zhang Ming was dismissed from his position.

The ten-year title was given to Cheng Kaizu just like that!

When it ends.

Cheng Kaizu also passed by him specially, slowing down his pace as if on purpose.Standing side by side with Zhang Ming, it seemed that he was waiting for the other party to speak to him.

Zhang Ming was furious, and dragged Cheng Kaizu into the firefighting room: "What kind of wind did you blow Qin Dong?"

"No." The other party told him: "Deputy Director Zhang, oh no, Zhang Ming..."

"Do you want to know the reason why I can't do this job?" He patted the suit dust on Zhang Ming's chest, which was the dirt on the golf clubs just now, and then said slowly: "Because You have no idea."

"It's always going with the wind, it's fine if you go with the wind, and you're always on the wrong team."

Cheng Kaizu said: "I've asked, if you stood by Song Guoxiao's side and hugged his thigh..."

Zhang Ming's expression froze.

"It's not likely to be taken down in the end."

"And more importantly, when you were in Qingyuan, you didn't give me your full support."

Zhang Ming scolded angrily: "It's your own mud that can't support the wall!"

"Think that if you lose weight, wear a wig, transform from a wild boar to a human, and wear a set of tasteful clothes, you are an elite?"

Cheng Kaizu has no intention of talking to him any further: "I've been working for so long, and I'm getting old."

"I think you still have some last savings. At least, finding a social job is not a problem."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left.Zhang Ming roared: "Cheng Kaizu, let me see what the hell you are playing with Fang Chengyan!"

"Wait for your head to bleed!"

"Bleeding out?"

Cheng Kaizu laughed loudly: "That's not true."

"Your son called the wrong person." He beamed brightly, "Vice Director Zhang, thank you, I laughed all night long."

Zhang Ming's expression was wrong.

After a while, his face flushed completely, and he cursed loudly and non-stop at his back, echoing from the empty fire room:

"You are Qin Huai's dog!"

"Sooner or later it's over!"

"Against Fang Chengyan, wait for death!"

In just one afternoon, Zhang Ming's hair was about to turn white.The job was dismissed and the company was in a downturn. If this continues, I will really lose my job!The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became. Over the years, the old and new hatred for Qin Huai had piled up in his heart, so he really wanted to report it to him together!

He wanted revenge on Qin Huai.

But I also suffer from not knowing how to do this old gag.

Zhang Ming stood where he was, and there was no heating in the firefighting room, and there were bursts of chill.

Think about what Ling Ze said last night...

He thought that Song Xiang's car accident might come in handy.

……

A full week passed, and Song Zhi's eyes had mostly subsided, and his arm no longer hurt.

But Fang Chengyan still didn't contact him.

He looked at the phone screen, the last content of the chat box was still stuck on the few words he sent.

He could vaguely sense in his heart that the man seemed to be angry.

But even so, Song Zhi was determined to come and find him.

Fang Chengyan invited him to meet Fang Changyun at home, but Song Zhi refused.Now, he told himself that the old man also came to visit their house, so you have to come and see each other... Or, you should pay an early New Year's greeting.

With some psychological encouragement, he got into the taxi anxiously and arrived at Fang's villa.

Walk through a botanical garden-like courtyard to the ivory-white foyer and ring the doorbell.

It was Fang Sheng who opened the door.

"Song Zhi?"

"Come in quickly."

He carried the gift and walked into the living room, everything in front of him made his eyes dazzled.The complex lights emit a warm halo on the magnificent ceiling of the lobby.The spiral staircase on the side is in European style, with a linen-colored glossy carpet pouring down from it, like a streamer.

Song Zhixian called Fang Changyun "Hello, Grandpa", and then handed over the gift in his hand.

He was going to buy tea, but after spending a day in shopping malls and tea houses, he was dissatisfied with his choice. In the end, he chose Guojiao Moutai in a regular manner, and spent the last 2000 yuan in his pocket without leaving any money.

The old man was overjoyed.

She didn't dislike his shabbiness at all, she didn't let go after holding the drink, and praised him for being good.

Song Zhi exchanged simple greetings for a while, and then went straight to the topic: "Is Brother Cheng Yan at home?"

"Here." The old man pointed to him, "Upstairs is the study."

"Go find him!"

"Turn left to the third room."

Song Zhi walked up the spiral staircase slowly.

Open the wooden door.

The retro wine cabinet full of walls came into his vision first, with cigars from Punch World on it, and the whole rack of foreign wine written in foreign languages.

The long-lost man was wearing a black shirt, sitting behind the desk.

It's all this time, and he is still working.

Hearing the sound, the man looked up to the door.The moment he saw Song Zhi, there was no excessive emotion on his face.

Song Zhi said, "I'm not welcome?"

"Why are you here?" he asked.

Song Zhi approached and stood beside him, smelling the smell of cigarettes coming from him.

Fang Chengyan never smoked.

Song Zhi thought he was soaked in the smell of cigarettes on some occasion, and although he clearly showed dislike, he didn't say much: "I'll come to your house to see the old man."

"Isn't that what you said last time?"

He saw a pile of documents on the man's desk, and the stock market chart was still on the screen, and asked, "Are you still busy? Don't you even have a holiday?"

When asked, Song Zhi couldn't help feeling a little flustered.

I was afraid that Fang Chengyan said he would let him go, but he would not come to him after he let him go.

He was also afraid that Fang Chengyan would not let him go, so that he could explain the reason for not looking for him reasonably.

What he wants to ask most in his heart is——

Why don't you come to me?

The man just replied: "There are a lot of things happening in the company recently."

An understatement answer, the air is silent.

Song Zhi stood aside, not knowing how to continue the conversation.

At this moment, on Fang Chengyan's desktop, he suddenly saw a tricycle glowing with silver metallic luster.The workmanship is quite exquisite, the handlebars, chains, and even the tire patterns are lifelike.

The most important thing is that it is exactly the same as the one I drew a lottery.

"What is this?" Song Zhile asked, "You carved it?"

He picked it up and looked at it, with surprise on his face: "The handle of the wheel can still turn."

How much work did he spend on such an exquisite thing?Thinking of this, Song Zhi was very happy: "Is it for me?"

"Yes."

Yes.

It was in Qingyuan at that time, Fang Chengyan was facing the desk lamp, carving it out bit by bit.It's just a little bit polished, so it can be given to him.

"Then I'll let you go."

"Take it," said the man.

Song Zhi put it in his hoodie pocket, he knew that Fang Chengyan hadn't contacted him for so long, there must be something wrong.But he still insisted not to say, he didn't want to have that moment of tearing his face.

Seeing that the man was working so seriously, he took the initiative to straddle the man's strong and slender legs, with his fingers flying, he took off the tie around Fang Chengyan's neck and put it aside.

"Aren't you tired? Still working."

The man continued to turn the pages of the file, as if he was not ready to answer.

Song Zhi had no choice but to be more direct, and asked in a very low voice: "Fang Chengyan, did I do something wrong?"

"Did we say when we quarreled last time, don't say nothing?"

No matter what happened, he first admitted his mistake in a low voice: "I was wrong."

"I didn't take the initiative to find you."

"It's mainly a bunch of bad things in our family."

Song Zhi stared at Fang Chengyan with clear and sad eyes, and felt even more aggrieved to see Fang Chengyan so indifferent.

Looking at the door again, it was closed, so she leaned over and boldly kissed the man's lips.

Wandering, tossing and turning, until we kissed and brushed, we separated.

But the other party didn't respond to him from the beginning to the end. This move is really hurtful.

Song Zhi asked: "What happened to you?"

"Is it because I'm too ugly now?" He smiled reluctantly, reaching out to touch his eyes, where the swelling had gone down, leaving only a smear of redness at the end of the eyes.

"Song Zhi."

"Ok?"

The man stopped working, leaned back in the seat, and spoke after silence:

"How about the court?"

Song Zhi: "Well, the result came out. The man was sentenced, and his colleague who committed the crime was acquitted."

"Good," he said.

"What did you do on the first day after the incident?"

Song Zhi didn't understand why he asked this, but thought about it honestly: "At home, I didn't do anything."

Fang Chengyan's eyes were deep, and there was no wave in it.The next question was what he really wanted to ask.

"What about the next day?"

Song Zhi hugged his neck and recalled seriously.

"I went to a restaurant with my relatives."

That day Song Guoxiao got up early to make a phone call and called all his relatives out for dinner.He was dragged away by his mother to chat with Song Nai Nai, at night...

"Any more?"

The man remained expressionless, waiting patiently for his answer.

In the huge study room, the two of them face each other, so close to each other.

Fang Chengyan's voice was calm, but he didn't know what kind of undercurrent was rolling underneath.

The curtains behind him were burgundy red, and the light in the room was scattered along the corners of the room. Song Zhi lowered his eyes, and his eyelashes also cast thick shadows.

"Nothing."

He heard Song Zhi answer like this.

Fang Chengyan didn't say anything.

He took out the cigarette case from his pocket and faced the other party.

Smoke and light a fire.

With a fairly familiar gesture, he put the cigarette on his lips.

Song Zhi stared blankly: "Why are you smoking?"

"I'm still here."

The man didn't respond.

Song Zhi was still sitting on his lap, holding his neck, and suddenly realized that his expression must be like Zhang Lingze's that night, unable to smile.

But he still tried his best to raise his smiling face: "Damn, you're so fucking cold today."

He finished.

Carefully move over.

From the man's mouth, he lightly drank the cigarette.