Rebirth of the Official Business Route

Zhang Ke came out of the bathroom and walked to the 16th official heroic uploading hall to talk to China Unicom's Chengxiu. Two young men in indigo suits and shaved heads walked over. One of them put his hand on Zhang Ke's shoulder and looked at him, "Brother, do you know whose woman you were molesting just now?"

"Are you misunderstanding," Unicom Chengxiu explained to Zhang Fan. "We just accidentally touched Song Xiu in the aisle. We already apologized. What else do you want?"

"Then trouble the two of you to accompany us. What is going on? Did Song Xiu accept your apology? It doesn't count if you say it, it doesn't count if we say it..." A glance across his face, the tone of his speech was very plain, but he couldn't refuse. The hand still rested on Zhang Ke's shoulder and didn't take it back. Fastest update of novel chapters

"Why should I go with you?" Unicom Chengxiu said sternly, worrying that she and Zhang Ke would suffer when they walked into the box of others. They picked up the mobile phone hanging in front of their chests and took it down to start the call.

"We are all civilized people," the guy with a flat-headed suit next to him walked over and snatched the mobile phone from Unicom Chengxiu. "We just trouble the two to accompany us. At least for now, we still want to be civilized. I will call you later when I have time..." "Fiction" novel chapters are updated fastest

"Brother, do you know whose shoulder you put your hand on?"

The two entourages of Kumho clamped the flat-headed young man with his hands on Zhang Zhuan's arms one by one, grabbed his wrist, forced him to let go, and asked Zhang Ke with concern: "Zhang Ke Is there anything wrong, sir?" Two more people grabbed another young man with a flat head from behind, broke his fingers outwards, took down the phone and returned it to Unicom's Chengxiu.

"What happened?" Yao Jian walked over and asked with concern. If Zhang Ke made any unhappiness in Beijing, it was his negligence.

"Nothing, some misunderstanding," Zhang Qian asked the entourage to let go of the two young men with suits and flat-heads, and said, "Where do you want us to go with you?"

Seeing the crowds here, the arrogance of the two flat-headed young men in suits was weakened, and they said: "You said it was a misunderstanding, then go to the box over there and explain the misunderstanding to Song Xiujiang..." There is no one like that. The arrogance that will drag people away if they don't talk.

Zhang Ke watched Xiao Ruimin's assistant entering the box, and motioned him not to use such trivial matters to influence people in the box to talk about things. He followed the two young men in suits and flatheads to the box in the diagonal aisle of the hall. Zhang Ke didn't let the entourage follow in, nor did he fight the scene, he wanted to walk in with Unicom's Chengxiu and explain the misunderstanding clearly.

It was a luxurious box with a small dance floor and a performing arts stage. There were a dozen men and women sitting in a circle of black leather sand. Song Wanpei was standing on the performing arts stage with a microphone and was preparing to sing, watching the two bodyguards connect Zhang Ke with Unicom. Chengxiu led in. Qiao Lian slightly updated Shen Yiliuk in real time, as if instantly covered with a layer of frost.

Zhang Ke and the others entered the box, and the entourage stretched out their feet to block the box door so that the door could not be closed tightly. They did not follow in, but they should always pay attention to the dynamics in the box.

A young man with a flat head in a suit guarded the door, and another young man with a flat head in a suit walked over to the young man who was almost 27 or 18 years old sitting in the middle of the black leather sand. Things.

"I'm really sorry for what happened just now, Tang Tu Song Xiu, if Song Xiu feels that I was not sincere enough to apologize just now, I will come over and say sorry to Song Xiu again! I hope Song Xiu won't have any other misunderstandings." Zhang Ke ignored sitting in the sand. The young man in the middle seat said to Song Wanpei, who walked down from the performing arts stage, that even if she saw her with a stretched face, it would not make people feel ugly.

"Relying on the large number of people is not enough? If you have a few stinky money, come to Beijing to show off, don't you? Believe it or not, I call a Lianlai from the garrison headquarters to practice a few of you alone?" The man held his hands. The wine glass he was holding was heavily placed on the table, "The woman next to you asked me to bump my elbow, even if you apologized. If you say it’s a misunderstanding, it’s a misunderstanding. Who are you? You Is there evidence that you didn't mean it?"

"..." Zhang Ke ignored the young man who got up from the sand, looked at Song Wanpei calmly, and asked, "How can I apologize to satisfy Song Xiu?"

"Bah!" Seeing that Zhang Ke didn't look at him from beginning to end, the young man was not angry. He picked up the wine glass he had placed on the table, spit in it, handed it to Song Wanpei, and said, "Wanpei, let him drink this glass of wine and it's finished! You can't let others touch your fuck."

Zhang Ke's eyes closed, staring at Song Wanpei, seeing her frowning slightly, thinking that she would probably succumb to this young man's prowess even if she had some celebrity attitude, only if this matter couldn't be done well today. Yao Jian walked in from the door at this time and whispered a few words in his ear. Zhang Ke frowned at the young man and asked, "Are you Cheng Jinjie's son?"

"What's the matter? You still play the trick of being wronged, debtor, and master. I don’t want to change my name or change my surname. When you come to the capital to play, you should also ask if I’m Cheng Qiang who is a woman who molested others and swallowed my anger. Lord!" The young man raised his eyebrows dismissively. There is no one he doesn't know about the princelings in the capital, and he doesn't pay attention to the local government or Young Master Kuo.

Yao Jian took out his cell phone and dialed there, and then handed it to Zhang Ke.

Zhang Ke frowned first and looked at it. He heard the voice from the other end of the phone, and then he put the phone to his ear and said, "Director Cheng Jinjie? I’m Zhang Ke. Don’t be surprised. Noble son Cheng Qiang is right. With a glass of red wine that he spit out and asked me to drink it, I called and asked Director Cheng whether I should drink it or not!"

Ren Chengjinjie, deputy student of the Planning and Exhibition Committee, wooed Ge Jiande, Yan Wenjie and others, and did everything possible to create obstacles in Kumho’s declaration of large-scale projects to the State Council. Bundle.

Zhang Ke was too lazy to talk with Cheng Jinjie on the phone. Hang up the phone after finishing talking and return the phone to Yao Jian.

At this time, the four entourages of Kumho guarding the door all walked into the box and kept silent at the door. The men and women in the box saw that things were a little big, especially Zhang Ke talking to Cheng Jinjie on the phone. The tone was very rude, which made them all feel a little dumb.

Cheng Qiang chuckled and wanted to expose the bluffing fake skin in front of him. At this moment, the phone he placed on the black mirror glass rang suddenly, and the person sitting on the side stood up and handed the phone to him. He saw Showing his Lao Tzu's mobile phone number, my heart sank.

Although Cheng Jinjie gave Yan Wenjie, Lin Xue, and Ge Jiandla to facilitate the projects invested by Zai, Horizon Investment, Haisu Technology, etc., and from time to time to do some tricks in Kumho's projects, he still does not want to offend Kumho directly. , And don't want to tear his face with Kumho. Don't talk about his son, even if he dare not force Zhang Hong to spit red wine through the gall.

If you do not slap someone in the face, slapping in the face means you will die. Kumho is determined to bring him down as a deputy minister. Cheng Jinjie is worried that he will become a victim of political struggle. Others don't know how strong Kumho is, and Cheng Jinjie is not confused in his heart.

The music in the box stopped. The men and women in the box didn’t know how serious the consequences would be. They all refused to suck. A needle dropped on the ground and they could hear clearly. Although Cheng Qiang pressed the phone hole to his ear, everyone could still hear the result. Jin Jie's roar on the phone, and then look at Cheng Qiang's face gradually paler, you know that he was training miserably.

"Let's go..." Cheng Qiang's face was pale, and he didn't dare to face Zhang Ke. He wanted to pull the men and women in the box and the star Song Wanpei to leave this place of right and wrong.

"Stop!" Zhang Ke said solemnly, turning around slowly, staring at Cheng Qiang, and said, "You can go, others have not enjoyed themselves; besides, I already know that you are not the master of swallowing your breath, but please Drink your own wine before leaving!"

Kumho's entourage blocked the door, and the atmosphere in the box was instantly dignified to the extreme. The men and women who took their clothes and bags to leave were all frozen there, whether they were standing or sitting, they looked at Cheng Qiang eagerly, worried. If he can't swallow this breath, do he just sit on the sidelines and watch, or just rush forward? The other party is the one who can talk to Cheng Jinjie on the phone unceremoniously. Cheng Qiang forced people to drink spitting wine. Isn't he asking for humiliation? Everyone made up their minds to wait a while before seeing nothing.

Song Wanpei just felt that her **** had hit her heart for a while, and she complained to Cheng Qiang when she returned to the box. Even if Cheng Qiang wanted to do her best, she thought that there were not many young people who came in to play at a young age anyway. This is a good thing. I would love to watch them biting the dog and causing any disputes, and I am not afraid to let the gossip media know how things would happen like this! Seeing Cheng Qiang's face pale, his hands clenched into fists and still trembling slightly, thinking that he was afraid that he was about to make a big fight uncontrollably. The young man who claimed to be Zhang Ke was surprisingly calm. Under the light of the box, his slightly brown eyes were clear and clear. He stared at Cheng Qiang sternly, and he had free time to look at the other people sitting on the sand. Don't worry that Cheng Qiang will explode.

Seeing Cheng Qiang standing with the young man who claimed to be Zhang Ke, Song Wanpei had to admit that people are very different. Even Cheng Qiang is handsome, but compared with this young man who calls himself Zhang Ke, he lacks that. This is the temperament that Shen Yi usually constrains once it is publicized, which will deter life's might.

Cheng Qiang picked up the red wine glass with white phlegm on the table and took a sip, and then dropped the glass into the corner of the wall. The splashing glass **** scared the men and women sitting on the sand in the box. He no longer said arrogantly. "Let's go..." With these words, he picked up the jacket on the sand, turned his head without saying a word, and left the door. The two flat-headed young men in suits also followed with grim brows.

Zhang Ke looked at the shards of glass splashing in the center of the box, and smiled at Chengxiu of China Unicom, "He just has the courage. If he dared to smash the glass with alcohol in my face, I would really not care about him. NS!"

Chengxiu of China Unicom squeezed some smiles on her face. She knew Zhang Ke’s identity. She was in the box just now listening to Zhang Ke’s advice there. But in her heart, Zhang Ke is so young and possesses such wealth. Fortunately, there is no special respect for Zhang Ke in his heart. At this time, watching Zhang Ke teach Cheng Qiang, the son of Cheng Jinjie, deputy director of the Planning and Exhibition Committee, I would think that he had such wealth at such a young age. Perhaps it was not simply because of luck, especially Cheng Qiang. At that time, Zhang Ke felt particularly reliant.

Such a character would probably not be impressed by ordinary beautiful women, right?

Seeing that the men and women in the box were silent, Zhang Ke grinned and saw that there was a glass of red wine next to the seat where Cheng Qiang was sitting. He walked over, picked it up, stared at Song Wanpei, and said, "Song Xiu insisted on me. Admit my mistake and apologize. Then I drink this glass of wine as an apology..." Looking at the faint lipstick mark on the red wine glass with a faint feminine fragrance, he turned the glass slightly, drank the red wine in the glass, and asked again. , "I don't know which brokerage company Song Xiu has contract with?"

Song Wanpei calmed down Zhang Ke's momentum, and didn't know how to respond. A wretched middle-aged man with his front teeth branched out stood up next to him, holding his business card with both hands to hand it over: "Song Xiu is the pillar of our Star Entertainment. Brother Song Zuyu..."

"Xinghui Entertainment, I haven't heard of it much," Zhang Ke repeated it softly in his mouth, but his hand was slightly behind him, and he didn't mean to accept the business card. Turning back and telling Yao Jian, "Go to the boss of Star Entertainment and ask him how much money he will be willing to sell to me. I want Song Xiu to enjoy the pleasure of forcing the boss to bow his head and admit his mistakes!"

After Zhang Ke said this, he turned and walked out of the box. Song Zuyu muttered in a low voice behind his back: "I am also the owner of Xinghui Entertainment!"

Zhang Ke walked back to their box and discussed the details of the plan with Yang Rongping and Xiao Ruimin. The heads of the three were gathered together, and the general manager of China Unicom Beijing Branch helped them serve tea and water there. They didn't know what happened. Seeing Zhang Ke and the others walk in, Yang Rongping smiled and asked, "How is our Xiaocheng dancing? Is it worth paying for her high heels?"

Zhang Ke smiled faintly, and said, "Chengxiu's dancing posture is indeed charming..." He sat next to Chen Xinsheng and asked them how they were talking. Unicom Chengxiu sat next to Yang Rongping and whispered to him what had happened just now. Yang Rongping was slightly moved after hearing this, and asked Zhang Ke concerned: "Anything?"

Zhang Ke squinted his eyes and said, "It's nothing, two or two, you can meet it anytime, anywhere. Sometimes it just feels a little troublesome."

Yang Chaping also smiled, and said, "As long as it doesn't break your interest, it will be done. The advertisement on the Beijing branch is for the female celebrity to endorse. I just want to find an excuse to drop it someday..."

It is said that business does not fight against officials, but this kind of truth can only be said in a broad sense. Even China Mobile and even China Unicom can suppress Kumho in the market, because China Mobile and China Unicom represent state-owned interests, and Kumho is privately owned. But when it comes to individuals, the situation is completely different. Cheng Jinjie’s power comes from his position. When there are personal grievances, he can only represent him personally; Zhang Ke and Kumho are not separated from each other, but once torn apart, Zhang Ke will use the general behind Kumho. Jie kicked it down from his seat, and Cheng Jinjie would be a shit, and his son would be a shit. They should be happy. Although Cheng Jinjie can stumbling blocks to Kumho from time to time, if he wants to completely knock Kumho down, he has completely passed Cheng Jinjie's personal ability.

"Business belongs to business," Zhang Ke said with a smile. "Let's continue to talk about business..."

Zhang Ke's plan really made Yang Rongping very tempted. He thinks that going further requires decent performance.

Either the overall tendency is to rely on Kumho and take Kumho's advantage on mobile phone chips as one's own; or it will share Kumho's cost advantage on mobile phone chips with China Mobile and continue to struggle with mobile.

In fact, China Unicom does not even need to directly contact Kumho. Kumho promises not to directly produce ess baseband phones in two years. China Unicom will customize mobile phones. It can only contact Unicom and other Kumho ess baseband boards. Cooperation with mobile phone manufacturers. Although it is a cover-up, it can actually alleviate the pressure on China Unicom. Some people within the Ministry of Information Industry and China Unicom are naturally disgusted with Kumho. These people want to cut off the roots of private enterprises. In their eyes, China Minbank Enterprises is synonymous with tax evasion and tax exploitation, but they don’t know who condones them. Private enterprises exploit labor.

"Boom boom boom..." With a knock on the door, Yao Jian pushed the door and walked in. Through the crack of the door, he saw the wretched man with front teeth who claimed to be Song Zuyu and the naturally beautiful Song Wanpei standing outside the door.

"Song Zuyu is Xinghui's second boss~www.readwn.com~ He and Song Wanpei want to come over and apologize..." Yao Jian walked over and said to Zhang Ke.

"Let them come in and talk..." Zhang Ke said.

"Zhang..." Song Zuyu and Song Wanpei walked in. Just about to say a few words to make ends meet with Zhang Ke, I saw that the president of China Unicom Beijing Branch was present, "Where is Mr. Gong receiving VIPs? Mr. Zhang is Mr. Gong’s VIP. That is really flooding the Dragon King Temple. I don’t recognize my family anymore. I just had some misunderstandings, and I have to say a few words to Mr. Gong to help the younger brother. We are all wrong. We will admit the punishment. I only hope that Mr. Zhang can calm down..." He smiled flatly at Zhang Ke. "I heard that Mr. Zhang likes to dance. Would you like to make Wan Pei dance a few songs with Mr. Zhang as an apology?"

"Mr. Zhang does not consider the villain's past..." Song Wanpei said softly with a pleasing eyebrow.

There was a pencil and a note on the table. Zhang Ke wrote a note, pushed it to the corner of the table, took a look at Song Wanpei, and said, "This is my temporary residence in Beijing. Okay..."

Chengxiu of China Unicom was shocked after hearing this: Isn't this asking Song Wanpei to dedicate her life tomorrow? Only when he was indifferent to beauty, it seemed that his taste was a little tricky.