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

until eight in the evening.

The meeting is still not over.

Regarding the estimation of land entropy value around the tea market in Qingyuan Town, the distribution of rural areas and the status of land occupation, the application form for social enterprise registration for government bidding, and the planning of commercial real estate, none of them seemed feasible to Fang Chengyan.

A strong dragon does not overwhelm a local snake.I don't know how many developers in the southeast region are eyeing this land. As soon as the Qingyuan Town government released the external bidding announcement, it attracted countless companies to come.

Century Real Estate Group currently mainly deals with the northern regions, especially the Beijing-Tianjin-Hebei region and the three provinces of Heiji, Jilin and Liaoning.Competitors are all local developers, and the degree of difficulty is inherently high. If the planning is not good, how can he reach so far?

The managers of various departments were questioned a series of bloody needles by the president, and they were a little embarrassed.The meeting hall was covered with dark clouds, and no one dared to speak loudly.

Fang Chengyan had a serious face, and once again made a special division of labor among the heads of various departments.

Planning is the highlight, and each department must understand the government's facility indicators in recent years and documents related to tea market planning in advance.After three days, each organizational unit contributes new ideas.

The task assigned by the president was very clear and detailed. When all the managers heard about their department, they took a pen and memorized it.Fang Chengyan finished the assignment and was about to make a request in detail.

He suddenly felt the phone vibrate in his suit pocket.

Immediately, the sound of a handful of gold coins clanging came from the phone.

A mechanical female voice reminded very loudly: "Alipay arrives, 47 yuan."

The whole place was silent.

Fang Chengyan frowned dissatisfied.

But that's right, it was indeed the sound of his mobile phone, and he opened it to have a look.

The above pop-up window is from the software just downloaded.

Transfer user: Shansi feeds tea and knows Guyu

Message: "Brother, thank you again."

He looked at the account name on the transfer, and his tense emotions were suddenly discouraged.

A group of officers saw that the angry president's face had returned to his previous expressionless state, so they also sat for a while and let out a long breath in their hearts.

Fang Chengyan said to everyone: "Come here first today."

What an anomaly.

The manager of the planning department was stunned, and it took two seconds before he reacted and said to his subordinates: "It's off work, everyone go back and rest."

47?

While packing his briefcase, the manager thought, how much net worth does their president have, and how much 47 yuan can be earned in the company's assets every day, why does 47 yuan make him smile all over again today?

Anyway, thank goodness for this transfer brother and sister.

At this time, the money transferer was already in the bar, calling his friends as brothers and sisters.

The gorgeous spotlights flickered back and forth, and the eardrums were filled with strong and frantic rhythmic sounds.

Chen Baiyu booked a booth for six people.

Some friends will come over later, and after knowing that Song Zhi had an accident, this group of friends all come to ask Song Zhi how he is doing, and want to see how he is recovering.

Originally, he made an appointment at a big hotel, but Song Zhi has been fed chicken soup and fish soup every day since he was discharged from the hospital, and his paper white face when he was just discharged from the hospital is now extremely rosy.

"Brothers haven't come yet, they said they wanted to see you, and they came to care about your head." Chen Baiyu said, went to the back of Song Zhi's head and pulled his hair. "The stitches will be removed in two days."

"I said, can you take Song Zhi to a good place." Xiang Bin slapped his hand away, "I recommend him to kill chickens all day long, or play mahjong and disco, his brain is not healed yet, don't No more noise."

"You are too upright Binzi, Song Zhi was taken too innocently by you, I have to let him see a different scenery."

"Get lost," Xiang Bin couldn't help swearing at him, "Song Zhi didn't go with you before, but now that he's lost his memory, you think he's easy to handle."

"What's the difference between you and a scumbag?"

Chen Baiyu argued: "You don't know, horses and chickens are purely spending money to buy services, just like women going to a beauty salon. The feeling of being served is very addictive. In a word, it's cool."

He poked Song Zhi's waist with his elbow: "You didn't know it before, learn now."

Xiang Bin looked at him suspiciously: "As a candidate police officer of the Republic, I think you are very problematic."

Chen Baiyu raised his hand as a sign of surrender: "I really don't have it, Officer Xiang. I haven't done anything like gambling, drugging and whoring."

A few people of the same age came by the booth, and they all came over to say hello to Song Zhi.

Another few unfamiliar faces.

He has some headaches.

Song Zhi has been getting to know all kinds of people every day recently, and without exception, they all come together and ask:

"Are you feeling better? Do you remember who I am?"

"It's okay." Then he said what he had repeated countless times, pointed to his head, and smiled: "Hey, I really don't remember much."

One of them in a sweater said, "I grew up naked in the courtyard with you."

How could Song Zhi remember what happened when he was naked, with an embarrassed expression on his face, he could only say that he didn't remember.

The young man excitedly told Song Zhi about the two of them when they were young: "We fought with people every day in elementary school. Once the teacher asked us if we had homework."

"I didn't even take my schoolbag, but you carried a small schoolbag, and it was heavy! The teacher just praised you, you have a cute smile, and you especially like the female teacher in the office. I will be miserable. I will compare it with you." , the teacher trained me so well, you bloody sprinkler."

"I don't believe you, Song Zhi, are such a good student. After class, I'll take a look in your bag."

"It's true! There are two bricks hidden in the schoolbag. I feel like I'm thinking about fighting with someone after school!"

Song Zhi laughed dryly.

Another person asked, "How is your business in the south?"

"Hey." Song Zhi didn't know either.

"Why do you love to say hello so much after losing your memory?"

A group of people really couldn't remember anything when they saw him, and the topic no longer revolved around Song Zhi. They ordered a lot of wine.

Xiang Bin took the glass of foreign wine in Song Zhi's hand, took out a pack of milk from his pocket, stuffed it back, and asked him in a low voice: "Listen to them chattering, can you think of anything?"

"No." Song Zhi replied, "I can't remember at all."

"Alas..." Xiang Bin sighed.

"However, compared to the state just discharged from the hospital before. Recently, I always feel empty in my heart."

"Normal, you don't remember anything, you must be free now." Xiang Bin said.

"No, it's not abstract, it's concrete. I seem to be missing something, or I'm missing something."

"Specifically, it's still empty?" Xiang Bin frowned, thinking seriously, what does this mean.

"Maybe." Song Zhi showed a slightly bored expression, and this was the first time he confided in front of people after losing his memory: "Anyway, it's almost something, it's a living thing."

"Live?"

"Miss someone?"

As if he suddenly remembered something, Xiang Bin fell silent.

He made an excuse, got up and went to find Chen Baiyu on the dance floor, and Xiang Bin asked him if he had enough money to pay for so many drinks.

"I brought Song Zhi's bar supreme VIP card, which can give you [-]% off." Chen Baiyu smiled, and had a close-to-body relationship with the beauty in front of him.

"Whose VIP?" Xiang Bin immediately felt something was wrong.

The other party replied with a positive face: "Song knows."

"Are you clueless? Song Zhi has never been a VIP in a bar before." After Xiang Bin finished speaking, the next second, he directly pulled the person over and took out the card he was talking about from his pocket.

"Why is this?" Chen Baiyu was dragged hard by him, and complained dissatisfiedly.

"Go, go and ask."

He went to the front desk, claiming that he had found the card lost by others, and wanted to ask whose account name it was.

The male waiter took the black card, tapped on the keyboard, and then told him: "It belongs to Mr. Zhang Lingze."

"Who?" Xiang Bin's voice was so high that the male waiter was taken aback.

"Mr. Zhang Lingze, he is here tonight. He is sitting at table 28. Let me transfer it to him for you." He pointed to the general location.

"Grass."

Chen Baiyu and Xiang Bin turned their heads and saw that they were diagonally opposite each other two tables away.

Fortunately, there is a cage between their booths, and there are girls from the atmosphere group dancing in it, otherwise they should have bumped into each other long ago.

"It turned out to be Zhang Lingze's. This grandson, he doesn't even want to pay me. I used [-]% off his drinks for a year and a half. Why doesn't he say anything?"

"Damn, it's unlucky, bah bah bah."

Xiang Bin ignored what he said, returned to his seat, grabbed Song Zhi's arm and led him inward.It should be a blind spot here, Zhang Lingze can't see it.

"What's the matter?" Song Zhi, who was squeezed aside, looked blank, obviously not understanding the situation.

"Don't look around, drink your milk."

"?"

"He's gone." Chen Baiyu whispered.

"No, who left?" Song Zhi asked again.

"You ask me who left?" Chen Baiyu was so drunk that he spoke with a bit of a tongue.

"Yes, you lost your memory." He nodded belatedly, and patted Song Zhi on the head, "It's a good thing."

Zhang Lingze walked out with others, with the car keys in his hand, and he probably won't come back again.

After drinking for three rounds, it was already twelve o'clock.

Among the five people, except for Song Zhi and Xiang Bin who didn't drink, everyone else was drunk to varying degrees.

But if you want to send these four drunks away, you won't be able to sit down anymore.

Xiang Bin wants to give Song Zhi a taxi.

Song Zhi just let them go.

"Do you know how to get there?" Xiang Bin asked worriedly before getting into the car.

"Of course, I am amnesiac, not losing life skills and becoming a waste."

"Let's go." Song Zhi waved at him.

Only then did Xiang Bin feel relieved, and left with the drunk Chen Baiyu.

Song Zhi stood on the side of the road for a while, but no taxi came for a long time.Turning around again, I saw a young smoking man standing on the edge of the steps with a cigarette in his mouth, looking at him in surprise.

"Song Zhi?"

"When did you come back?"

This was the first time Song Zhi met a stranger without being accompanied by anyone. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and answer:

"A week ago."

He was also afraid that the other party would say something that he could not answer.His memory is already an empty bag, and no one can take anything out of it with questions.

The young man was very thin, wearing a V-neck, with a protruding collarbone, and a metal necklace. His fingers were slender and bony, and he looked good when he was holding a cigarette.

Song didn't know what kind of questions the other party would ask, but he just stared at several rings of different styles on his hand.

"Have you seen Zhang Lingze?"

Song Zhi heard this name for the second time: "No."

"Alright."

He found that Song Zhi was staring at his ring-covered left hand, so he switched hands: "Look at this one."

On the right hand raised by the other party, there was only a simple ring, which was still a diamond ring. He generously stretched out his hand to show Song Zhi: "Zhang Lingze gave it to me."

His hands are really good-looking, beyond the beauty of gender.

"Not bad, it matches your hand very well." Song Zhi praised sincerely.

The other party smiled disapprovingly: "You'd better be true."

He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with his foot: "Keep a distance from Zhang Lingze in the future. He is mine now. If we contact him again, it will be bad for both of you."

"Why?" Song Zhi asked, he didn't have any other meaning in his words, he just wanted to know the reason why the other party said this.

As a result, the young man showed an impatient expression instead: "Why do you say? Who is it good for?"

"He looks like that, and you live like that too." He said, looking Song Zhi up and down, with a look of disdain.

Song Zhi smiled instead of anger, and retorted: "We both look like we are hanging out, so we are just right for each other."

Song Zhi scolded him, he didn't think about Zhang Lingze at all, he just wanted to say something for a while.

"Xu Hanxiao, haven't you finished smoking yet?"

Song Zhixun looked over and saw a person coming out of the back door of the bar.

The man also saw him at this moment, his expression was astonished, as if he had been struck in place by a bolt of lightning.

"Xiaozhi."

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