Cultivation of true medicine and saints in the city

Chapter 234 Interpersonal Relationships
"Xiao Zhao, you are here."

After Zhao Yifan walked into the office, Feng Bo, Lu Jiaxuan, and Tang Sheng were all sitting in the office.

The older Feng Bo greeted him.

"Well, you don't have class in the morning?"

Zhao Yifan nodded, and frowned when he saw that Tang Sheng was still sitting in his seat.

Previously, because he was away on leave and the office of the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine was tense, Tang Sheng sat in his seat for the time being, but it didn't matter.

After all, Zhao Yifan is not such a stingy person.

But now that he, the righteous master, has come back, Tang Sheng still wants to occupy the magpie's nest and does not leave, he must be a little clueless.

"Little Zhao."

Hearing Feng Bo calling Zhao Yifan Xiao Zhao, Tang Sheng also called out, and said with a smile: "I like your position quite a bit, so I decided to change the desk with you and move your things to Zhang Yi. That position is gone, anyway, he also resigned and left, you don't mind us changing positions, do you?"

In Huaxia Kingdom's interpersonal relationship, how to address each other is a very particular thing.

For example, Feng Bo called Zhao Yifan Xiao Zhao because he was older than Zhao Yifan and the two got along well, so he called Xiao Zhao instead of Mr. Zhao. This kind of address is not only not unfamiliar, but also very familiar .

And Lu Jiaxuan, Zhang Yi, and Zhao Yifan all called each other teachers because they were about the same age. For example, if Lu Jiaxuan called Zhao Yifan Xiao Zhao, it would naturally be inappropriate.

The three call each other teachers, so that they respect each other and don't feel strange.

Now that Tang Sheng follows Feng Bo and calls himself Xiao Zhao, Zhao Yifan thinks that either he has a low EQ and doesn't know how to communicate with others, or he thinks that he has a father who is the vice president and thinks he is superior in school.

Of course, there is another possibility—perhaps because Tang Sheng is rich.

"After you've finished changing, it's not appropriate to ask me if I mind?"

Zhao Yifan asked Tang Sheng indifferently.

"Xiao Zhao, it's just a position, what's suitable or not, right?"

Tang Sheng raised his brows, thinking of what his father told him the day before yesterday, to get along with his colleagues in the office and not to cause trouble for him, Tang Sheng said dissatisfiedly: "Where are you sitting, not sitting? Besides, Zhang Yi and I had conflicts before, and I didn't want to sit in his position, so, do you understand?"

Zhao Yifan felt that it was a little ridiculous, and when he was about to speak, Feng Bo noticed that the relationship between the two was becoming more and more rigid, so he quickly opened his mouth to smooth things over, and said to Zhao Yifan with a smile: "Xiao Zhao, your things are still mine. You moved there for you, do you have to treat me to a meal and thank you?"

He winked at Zhao Yifan.

"Since Mr. Feng has spoken, I must invite you for this meal."

Zhao Yifan understood what Feng Bo meant. After thinking about it, he didn't bother to talk to Tang Sheng anymore. He sat down and said, "I can still invite you for a meal."

"It is."

Feng Bo said with a smile: "Xiao Zhao is Mr. Zhao. He co-founded a cosmetics company with others outside. Even big stars can be hired as spokespersons. This kind of 'tremendous' local tyrant, if he doesn't kill him a few times, it's really I am so sorry for myself." He glanced at Tang Sheng intentionally or unintentionally.

Feng Bo's meaning is very simple. He is telling Tang Sheng through these words that Zhao Yifan is not an ordinary teacher, and if he provokes Zhao Yifan, he will not follow your example.

"what?"

Hearing this, Tang Sheng sat up straight, looked at Zhao Yifan again, and couldn't help but asked curiously: "Xiao Zhao, you also partnered with someone else to open a cosmetics company? Can you still invite first-line celebrities to endorse? Is it true?"

Zhao Yifan didn't even bother to look at him, so he picked up a book and read it.

Lu Jiaxuan added fuel to the side and boasted: "That's natural, Mr. Tang, have you heard of Wang Mi? Last time we saw it with our own eyes. Wang Mi begged Mr. Zhao, and was even willing to give Mr. Zhao's company's products a spokesperson for free. But Mr. Zhao said directly, no, go wherever you go to cool off, just go there to cool off!"

"real or fake?"

Hearing his exaggeration, Tang Sheng glanced at Zhao Yifan suspiciously.

"Of course it is true."

Feng Bo nodded in agreement.

"Well, Wang Mi can barely be regarded as a first-line star, and he has made a few movies that are quite popular."

Tang Sheng hummed, curled his lips, and said, "But even if you ask her to speak for you, it won't cost much, right? It's 2000 million at most. How much more can you have?"

"Twenty million is not much?"

Feng Bo and Lu Jiaxuan were taken aback by his tone.

Zhao Yifan glanced sideways at Tang Sheng, and thought for a while, indeed, someone who can drive a multi-million Maserati sports car must have some money at home.

Of course, Tang Sheng definitely did not earn this money.

Out of the corner of Tang Sheng's eyes, he noticed that Zhao Yifan glanced at him, and he felt a burst of complacency, thinking to himself, your company has assets of tens of millions at most, right?How much more can there be?Besides, if you partner with others, you are at best a minority shareholder, right?In terms of net worth, I'm afraid it's a few million at most, how much more can there be?
In an economically developed provincial capital city like Qingzhou City, there are too many people with a net worth of several million.

What else is there to show off?
"Hehe, we are all colleagues in the same office, so there is no need to hide it from you."

Tang Sheng coughed reservedly, and said: "Actually, I was forced by my father to come to the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine to stay for a few years. Take it easy, I will inherit my mother's company in the future. By the way, Jinding Group in Kyoto City , have you heard of it?"

"No."

Lu Jiaxuan shook his head, and asked Feng Bo with a confused look: "Mr. Feng, have you heard of Jinding Group?"

"nor."

Feng Bo shook his head and speculated, "Is it famous?"

"Jinding Group is a listed company in Kyoto City."

Zhao Yifan glanced at Tang Sheng in surprise, and said, "It is said that the assets are in the tens of billions."

"Xiao Zhao really has insight, even the Jinding Group, which is thousands of kilometers away, knows it."

Tang Sheng took Zhao Yifan's unexpected look as consternation, and he said a little proudly: "My mother's company cooperates with Jinding Group to develop real estate in Kyoto City and earn a lot of money a year. Jinding Group is the major shareholder, and earns more, with a yearly net profit of several billion, while my mother’s company is much less, earning only 4 billion yuan a year, which is not a lot.”

Of course, when it comes to earning only 4 billion yuan a year, Tang Sheng has a regretful tone.

It looked as if he had only earned a few dollars.

"hiss……"

Lu Jiaxuan and Feng Bo both shook their bodies and looked at Tang Sheng in astonishment.

"Earning 4 billion yuan a year, isn't that much?"

Lu Jiaxuan came back to his senses and looked at Tang Sheng with complicated eyes.

"Ahem...compared to that Jinding Group, it's really not that many."

Feng Bo coughed dryly, and couldn't help saying enviously: "For teachers like us who live on wages, if they don't eat or drink for a lifetime, they can't earn 4 billion yuan!"

"No wonder Teacher Tang doesn't like this job."

Lu Jiaxuan sighed with emotion from the bottom of his heart: "If it were me, I wouldn't like it either!"

"Where."

Tang Sheng waved his hand, disapprovingly, and said humbly: "It's all the same. For example, you think three or four hundred million yuan may be money that you will never earn in your lifetime, but if compared with Jinding Group, our The earning is only one-tenth of what other people earn. They eat fat meat, and we drink soup along with it. The most important thing is that my mother's company does all the engineering work, and Jinding Group actually doesn't have anything. Do it, just charge a management fee, and there will be billions left.”

As he said that, he deliberately pretended to be curious and said to Zhao Yifan: "Xiao Zhao, how is your joint-stock company doing? It should be okay, right? After a year, can you get more than 20 yuan in dividends? "

Zhao Yifan smiled faintly and ignored him.

Tang Sheng thought he had guessed right, but Zhao Yifan was embarrassed to say so, so he smiled and acquiesced.

He thought triumphantly in his heart, isn't it just to be a small shareholder and partner with others to set up a factory? This kind of thing will scare nerds like Feng Bo and Lu Jiaxuan, brag about hiring some celebrity as a spokesperson, and surprise them. At first glance, I thought it was amazing.

But it's meaningless to pretend this in front of me, Tang Sheng.

"Mr. Tang, like the Jinding Group you mentioned just now, why don't they need to work and entrust the project to you, so they can charge so much management fee?"

Lu Jiaxuan was curious and puzzled, and asked Tang Sheng humbly.

"Hehe, Mr. Lu, you are good at teaching. You don't understand these things."

Tang Sheng smiled, took out a pack of cigarettes, put it in his mouth swaggeringly, held up the pack and said, "The premium panda costs 400 yuan a pack, who smokes it?"

"I'll have one."

Lu Jiaxuan's eyes lit up immediately, and he said with a chuckle, "I haven't smoked such a good cigarette yet. Today, I'll have some fun with Mr. Tang's favor." With the idea of ​​not taking advantage of it, he unceremoniously took a cigarette. root.

Seeing this, Feng Bo thought in his heart that Tang Sheng had left Zhang Yi in anger. He and others also said a lot of bad things about Tang Sheng at the wine table yesterday. In the end, he changed his position with just a cigarette, didn't he? Something is not suitable?

"Come on, Mr. Feng, have one."

Tang Sheng saw Feng Bo's hesitation. Originally, according to his personality, he was too lazy to talk to a nerd like Feng Bo, but when his father told him to build a good relationship with his colleagues in the office and try to keep a low profile so as not to be alienated, Tang Sheng Sheng again tried to persuade him patiently: "The taste is not bad."

"Then thank you, Teacher Tang."

Feng Bo hesitated for a moment, and took the opportunity. He also wanted to taste the 400 yuan a pack of cigarettes.

(End of this chapter)