Rebirth of the Military Industrial Overlord

When this remark came out, the whole room was shocked.

Zhan Nuozhu asked puzzledly: "You signed such a big contract, how can you not even have money for a meal?"

Tan Zhenhua spread both hands: "The business was done by Zheng Xiangqing. Besides, now that the money is not enough to purchase raw materials for production, how can I give it to me? I only have three yuan a month for pocket money, or only after middle school, Zhan Brother, you know, all my hobbies cost money. So far, I've managed to save five yuan in savings. What do you think we should eat tomorrow? Let's spend these five yuan!"

Zhan Nuozhu raised his hand and surrendered: "Thank you, I'm unlucky for your brother. I will invite you tomorrow night. I will pick you up at that time. Otherwise, people thought I became a gangster in the school who blocked the road and asked for money. ."

Tan Zhenhua smiled, and said tiredly, "I know that your brother Zhan treats me best."

Zhan Nuozhu shivered all over: "Don't, if it's good, call me Brother Zhan. If it doesn't help, I can't stand it. After staying with you for a long time, I feel like I'm going to get nervous. I'll leave now." After that, without looking back, he just left, Wang Nanmu over there quickly followed.

The two went out and went downstairs. When they were far away, Zhan Nuozhu asked Wang Nanmu: "Have you learned a lot tonight? What do you think of this kid?"

Wang Nanmu bit his lip and thought for a while, and said: "To be honest, I have never seen a boy like this. You say he is naive, but every sentence has deep meaning, you say he is mature, but what you say is what you do. A bastard, but one thing I am very sure of is that this person is very smart, he knows exactly what he wants, and he still has enough ability and means to achieve his goals. His performance is not like a seventeen. Year-old child, if you don’t look at his face, I will believe him when you say he is 50 this year!"

Zhan Nuozhu continued: "Moreover, his ideas and methods often make people feel incredible, but afterwards they feel reasonable. Sometimes I even wonder if this guy came from another world."

Wang Nanmu continued: "Also, there is a strange attraction in this person, people can't help but want to believe in him, get close to him, communicate with him, and even act according to his will, maybe because he has too much The whimsical thoughts of the mediocre make us feel that we need to look up, right?" At this point, she didn't know what she was thinking of, and a blush suddenly rose between her cheeks.

"Oh?" Hearing this, Zhan Nuozhu suddenly stopped, pulled away from Wang Nanmu, and stared at her back for a while, and suddenly a strange smile appeared on his face, his mouth Muttered a few words inside, and even hummed a little tune happily.

Suddenly, Wang Nanmu felt a chilly wind blowing. It felt as if she was being stared at by an unknown beast. She wrapped her hands around her towering chest, rubbed her arms vigorously, and looked up at the moon in the sky.

The moonlight spilt coldly through the thin clouds, and the surroundings were hazy. She looked back at Zhan Nuozhu, who was gradually falling behind, and shouted: "Chief Zhan, I'm a bit cold, and I will go back first." In response, Zhan Nuozhu walked a few steps quickly, exited the door of the dormitory area, and ran all the way into the small guest house at the door.

After agreeing, Zhan Nuozhu hummed happily, limped into his car, started up, stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

When Wang Nanmu and Zhan Nuozhu left Tan Zhenhua’s house, the clock was already pointing to ten o’clock. Tan Zhenhua sent the two away, and finally they could start reading quietly. As the time for the exam was getting closer and closer, he had already signed up. The matter was publicized with great fanfare. If you don't have to work hard, you will be ashamed if you fail the exam.

He opened the vocabulary book, and the accented chanting sounded instantly.

In the distance, Liu Mei was also shaking rhythmically with the clang of the train.

She was very fortunate to buy a sleeper ticket without having to squeeze with a lot of people, but such a long journey still made her exhausted.

Before she fell asleep, the thought that flashed through her mind was: "In how many years hasn't anyone been on a night bus like this? I don't know how Dabao and Xiaobao are at home? They are not at home, they are going to the mixed cafeteria. It must be full of complaints, right? Where did Erbao go to perform the task, and why hasn't been heard for so long? Why did I take on such an errand? Is it right or wrong to run so desperately?

However, she has gradually fallen asleep before the tumultuous questions are answered.

Like Liu Mei on the road, of course, there is also our poor toiled life Zheng Xiangqing.

He has returned to Wenzhou, and entrusted all the parts of the coffee machine drawing that indicated that the mold needs to be opened to the director Xie. Thanks to the character of the director, he is absolutely relieved to let him take care of all this so that he can Be the shopkeeper. He learned this trick from Tan Zhenhua, and that's how Tan Zhenhua treated himself. As for the metal machinery part, Pan Shuisheng has a large package, and the samples will be sent to Wenzhou when they are processed. This is also a means of confidentiality in the product development process.

As for Secretary Yuan and Director Zhao, he had already visited one by one. Now he is a celebrity in Wenzhou. Wherever he goes, he is received politely, and he no longer needs a relationship to find a way to meet the leader. Little man on one side.

He and these two most intimate leaders reported Tan Zhenhua’s opinions separately, and both received positive responses. Secretary Yuan even specifically wanted to see Tan Zhenhua, because he was a veteran officialdom judging from his ideas. However, Zheng Xiangqing actually said that this man was only seventeen years old, he was still a senior in high school, and there were no senior leaders in his family. This had to arouse the interest of Secretary Yuan, especially when he finally heard Zheng Xiangqing say "internal and external time". Secretary Yuan was completely aroused by curiosity at the time of a word.

However, Zheng Xiangqing did not communicate much with Secretary Yuan. Although he knew that it was very rare to communicate with leaders of this level, he felt that he had more important things to do. For this matter, he didn't even have time to discuss the follow-up plan with Director Xie. He just arranged the most important things in a hurry, then reluctantly said goodbye to Li Muzi and embarked on the itinerary to Nanyun. He is going to Baoshan, to the place where he is entwined with love and hatred but also dreams.

The moonlight casts down and shines on everyone without any partiality.

Zhao Quan sat under the lamp, looking at the moonlight outside the window, lost in thought. A stack of manuscript paper was spread out in front of him. On the cover of the manuscript paper, a few large characters were neatly written "Recommendations on Establishing National Standards for Mini Fans." Tomorrow, he will hand in this report, which also means that his Zhao Quan will go all the way on this road, and there will be no turnaround or retreat.

He sighed lightly. Some things are finally decided. He thought, a rare trace of flame rose up in his chest. The long-lost pride filled his chest. After all, he still wants to do something. Maybe, this time is the most Good opportunity, the time is coming.

The time is coming.

Secretary Yuan put down the pen in his hand and rubbed his eyes. After all, time is not forgiving. His eyes have gradually become presbyopic, and it feels a bit difficult to read writing.

The young man in Ningdu, thousands of miles away, asked Zheng Xiangqing to bring him a paragraph and asked him to find someone. How does this child know that that person will go further next year? Such news is a secret even among a cadre of his level. He only heard it by chance. How did that young man learn about it?

There is also that passage, although it has been reproduced by Zheng Xiangqing, it is inevitable that it is a bit distorted, but it can be copied down, and it can become a fairly standard report with almost no modification. Is this young man, as he said, he is known people? Secretary Yuan smiled bitterly and shook his head slightly. He is a determined Bolshevik atheist. He is born with a knowledge of something, but forget it. Perhaps, he is just a particularly intelligent boy.

He expelled the distracting thoughts in his mind, continued to pick up his pen, and end this report tonight. He thought that the wind started at the end of Qingping, the tide was approaching, and the great era of the meeting was coming.