The Treasure Hunt of an Antique Dealer

The knock on the door pulled Zhang Nan back from the memory, kissed the **** the forehead and got up to open the door. ?? Bayi? Chinese W? W ㈠ W. 81ZW. COM

As soon as I opened the door, I saw that my two bodyguards were at the door, and there were two other people Zhang Nan didn’t know at all: a man and a woman, the man was nearly fifty, and the woman was about thirty**, both of them had very good temperaments. Okay, and these two people are still a little excited about this meeting.

Before Alyosha could speak, the man introduced himself: "Hello, Mr. Zhang, my name is Feng Mingli, I am the deputy general manager of the International Hotel. This is the manager Wang Jinxuan of our business department. This trip is coming. Thank you for your help..."

"Please come in, it just so happens that Qianhui is also there."

Welcoming people in, it's polite.

It turns out that the two originally went to Shancheng to attend the meeting with Weng Qianhui yesterday: before, Manager Feng received a call from someone above and asked them to change their tickets.

Feng Mingli had a good relationship with the person who called, so he asked more about the reason, and the other party also told him: Among the people you are with, someone has something to do with an important person—"If someone greets me, your business trip will disturb someone. You took away the protagonist’s girlfriend in the second-generation banquet. Didn’t this add to people’s heart? Guess it yourself."

Feng Mingli guessed that it was the little man.

Sure enough, the next day he found someone to talk to Manager Wang about the ticket change. The other party was also at a loss, which determined that the problem was with Wen Qianhui.

But the two manager comrades didn't care about this morning, day and night, and they didn't take this matter to heart a few days ago.

However, I received a call from the airline about the cancellation of the flight this morning.

As soon as you meet and sum up, you have to express gratitude immediately no matter what you feel-although people didn't save their lives on purpose, it can also be regarded as an indirect life-saving grace!

And if you don't express an attitude, God knows what others will think.

We first looked for Weng Qianhui, but the people below said that they should go to the luxury executive suite floor, and they looked ugly to death.

It is estimated that this meeting is with Mr. Zhang, and the two of them are here.

Knowing that they are rich, the two bought some fruit-they don't care about money, and what they may need is this attitude from their own side. Feng Mingli and Wang Jinxuan know this in their hearts.

"Two people, don't say anything about this life-saving grace, just happened to catch up. And my friend also, this call also interfered with your work, I have to say something ashamed."

The life-saving grace is serious, not guilty.

And it’s also a bit interesting: a phone call can allow superiors to directly intervene in the work of the hotel, which also reflects energy, and also intentionally or unintentionally helped Weng Qianhui raise the price while being polite.

Here Feng Mingli quickly said: "Mr. Zhang, I really want to thank you and your friend. Xiao Wang and I would like to invite everyone to dinner tonight. Thank you."

The two managers were sincere, and Zhang Nan was not good at rejecting it immediately: Weng Qianhui would still work here temporarily.

"Then I'll call and ask."

He didn't evade, and directly used the telephone in the living room.

"Aihua, I, Zhang Nan. Today, the two economic ideals of the International Hotel invited us to dinner... What's the matter? The plane from Beijing to Shancheng crashed last night..."

After a phone call, Jiang Aihua almost didn't make the person on the other side dumbfounded: I don’t know if this matter went to the TV and radio news on the capital today. There is news on Shancheng, but Jiang Aihua didn’t pay attention to the news at all today, Shancheng. He can't see him on the side either.

When Zhang Nan said this, Jiang Aihua couldn't hold back a word for a long time.

"Hey, waiting for your words."

"Please give me a mao fan, Brother Nan, I have no time to deal with them. But you have to comfort my sister-in-law. This will scare me even if I think about it, let alone her. I still have something to do. Come here when you're done, Brother Nan, you're all amazing!..."

Listening to Jiang Aihua on the phone, it seemed that at last he babbled a few words, and then hung up the phone.

"He doesn't have time, so he doesn't have to eat. He appreciates your gratitude. Besides, if this matter just happened, it is not appropriate for us to eat and drink. We will talk about it when we have the opportunity next time..."

The attitude is polite, but what has been said is clear: there is no need to eat. If it is not necessary, people will not bother to eat with you at all.

At this time, Wen Qianhui asked Wang Jinxuan in a low voice, "Manager Wang, shall we go to the mountain city?"

Wang Jinxuan glanced at Feng Mingli. The latter said, "Xiao Weng, don't have psychological pressure on this matter. The hotel executives will have a meeting afterwards. I thought to push this matter away.

During the period of the plane, I dared not ride to death. If it was a train, when we arrived, it would be almost finished.

Xiao Weng, you should take a few days off, and wait until you come back to work. I will have to take a couple of days from tomorrow. "

This feeling is good, and the leader directly gave it to him.

Leaving the fruit and sending away the two hotel managers, Zhang Nan returned to Sha and sat down.

He took the initiative to hug the girl, "Take a two-day rest and accompany me out to relax. Originally, I was thinking about leaving tomorrow, and then staying for another two days."

Weng Qianhui smiled slightly: "I know you are busy, don't worry about me, I'm not a kid."

Looking at each other's pleasant look, Zhang Nan couldn't help but kiss...

After a hot kiss, Zhang Nan took out a Bank of China bank card from his pocket, "Originally I planned to give it to you before you go to the airport in the afternoon. You will take it this time. The password is the six digits from the back of your birthday."

Weng Qianhui doesn't need to ask how Zhang Nan knows his birthday: asking his brother or mother will tell him, and he must be more positive one by one.

But she still said: "Why? I'm not short of money."

Zhang Nan didn't speak, but went into the bedroom and took a lady to pack it out: imported goods bought in a shop inside the hotel.

"Next year, I will move to the opposite Baylor House to live. It turned out that you can decorate the bedroom of Baylor's suite as you want. There are 10,000 US dollars in the card and 10,000 foreign exchange vouchers in the bag, which are all for your New Year's expenses. "

It feels really cool to hit someone with money, and it feels even cooler when the subject is a woman who can already be sure to follow her!

Weng Qianhui is a bit dumbfounded, just like Zhang Li and Chen Xiaoxu some time ago.

"Take it, I won't let my woman run out of money, otherwise, what kind of man?

Also, I will ask Jiang Aihua to help Ye Ming as soon as possible. This motorcycle is convenient and convenient, but it's a bit dangerous. "

At this time, Weng Qianhui's brain was shocked, but it was still running high: He liked Zhang Nan, and knew that if he hadn't had a boyfriend and girlfriend relationship with him now, he wouldn't have given himself so much.

The price of 10,000 U.S. dollars is 10,000 foreign exchange coupons. This is just the cost of the New Year!

How much does Zhang Nan have? !

Weng Qianhui didn't have to think about this at all: During the few days he was raiding the Liulichang, his younger brother had been by his side, and he casually made more than 180 million shots!

Moreover, Jiang Aihua came to his home that day and talked about his birth in Shanghai, which was US$50 million!

Speaking of the cost, Zhang Nan will always be calm and gentle-don't ask.

Moreover, Weng Qianhui knew that Zhang Nan also liked herself, so she could feel that the other party was definitely more than a woman—she was not a 17-year-old girl, she could feel it, and she could analyze it from various small details.

And when I just said "Don't let your women run out of money", that said it was very domineering and confident.

"He must still have many women, but what about this? He doesn't have any other women in the capital..."

Seeing the girl put the bank card in the lady's bag, Zhang Nan smiled.

But there was another knock at the door—it wouldn’t be Jiang Aihua, unless he was riding a rocket!

As soon as the door opened, it was Guan Xingquan—he had arrived in the capital a few days ago and lived in the suite on the side.

Guan Xingquan looked weird: He just heard about the plane, and he also knew the cause and effect inside. He always felt something was wrong.

Guan Xingquan is the one who knows the magic of Zhang Nan best! (To be continued.)