Cai | Hong!.wen!.xue(.net. Super_Speed!..New/     In the back seat of the car, Zhou Songlin squinted his eyes and kept resting, as if he was asleep. Street lights shone in from the window, reflected on his peaceful face. Wang Siyu sat in the passenger seat and glanced at the kind-looking old man in the mirror. Looking at the two crow's feet on the corner of his eyes, he felt sad for no reason. He hurriedly reached out and turned on the speaker carefully, and played a piano piece that Zhou Yuan liked to play the most.

In the soothing music, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Zhou Songlin's mouth, nodding in praise, leaning his face against the car window, and still didn't say anything, but his fingers leaped gently on his knees, and as the beat was played, the driver drove the car very slowly, and the Audi car was slowly driving in the dense traffic. Wang Siyu lit a cigarette, rolled open the window, and turned his eyes out of the window, looking at the flashing lights on the roadside, and fell into deep thought.

Zhou Songlin did not talk about what was going to the provincial capital to handle, and Wang Siyu did not ask. He knew the old man's routine very well. Although it was important to do things, what was more important was that in the process of handling things, he tried every means to make friends with real power figures in the officialdom, enrich his personal resources, and weave the relationship network tightly. This is the old man's usual way.

When Zhou Songlin first handled the incident of the Qingzhou Letters and Calls Bureau's beating incident exposed by the provincial TV station, he successfully formed a relationship with Fang Ruhai and took the opportunity to get to know Fang Rujing. This created extremely favorable conditions for him to win the position of mayor of Qingzhou. However, the old man's methods of handling things are more experienced. He never easily joined any faction, but he was able to intersect with various circles and was at ease in a complex environment. This is indeed a superb political art.

Zhou Songlin's banquet for Jiao Nanting must have gone through the curve. His ultimate goal should be the third person in West China Province. Meng Chao, deputy secretary of the provincial party committee, can successfully enter the sight of Deputy Secretary Meng, the old man's career will probably be smoother. Maybe it won't take long to become a real senior official. If he lives in Xishan County, he will find a way to return to the old man's command. This is a good choice.

Frowning and taking a few sips of cigarettes, Wang Siyu popped the cigarette butt out and slowly closed the car window. Thinking of seeing the Secretary Jiao Da, he couldn't help laughing silently. Wang Siyu was still very curious about Jiao Nanting. His two work adjustments were related to him, but during the General Office of the Provincial Party Committee, every time he met Jiao Da Secret, the other party was evasive. He was polite in his tone, but although he spoke politely in his tone, there was a sense of alienation, which made Wang Siyu feel a little confused and always felt something was strange. He was also full of expectations at this time and wanted to make the matter come to light through this banquet.

After the car stopped, the waiter quickly opened the car door. The group went to the 11th floor and entered a luxurious private room. After ordering the food and food, they sat at the table and waited for more than ten minutes. Jiao Nanting, dressed in a suit and tie, appeared at the door. Zhou Songlin hurriedly greeted him. The two looked quite familiar. They held their hands and chatted intimately for a few words. Jiao Nanting's eyes quickly fell on Wang Siyu, with a hint of surprise on his face. He actually reached out and said with a smile: "Director Wang, hello, we are meeting again."

Wang Siyu hurriedly held his hand and shook it hard, and smiled and said, "Yes, I haven't seen each other for half a year. Jiao Dami still has an extraordinary temperament and a still style."

Jiao Nanting shook his head and said, "Director Wang has been awarded. In front of you, the beautiful young man, I, Jiao Nanting, have been really overshadowed. How have you been doing in Xishan recently? Is it still going well?"

Wang Siyu deliberately frowned and sighed, and said softly: "It's hard to describe it, Jiao Dami, let's only talk about the wind and the moon today, not the work."

Jiao Nanting couldn't help but be slightly stunned, looked at him with a complicated expression, and said casually: "Okay, let's just listen to you. Tonight, I will only talk about the wind and moon, not the work. Director Wang is young and promising and has a bright future, so he will naturally be unable to make a mistake."

When Wang Siyu heard something from him, he smiled and let go. Jiao Nanting shook hands with several Qingzhou cadres like a flash of water. Then he entered the table with Zhou Songlin. The waiter quickly brought the wine and food, and everyone whispered to drink happily.

With Wang Siyu being with him, creating topics with threads. Jiao Nanting was less reserved at the table, and the conversation between him and Zhou Songlin and others gradually became stronger. The cadres from Qingzhou put their posture very low and toasted frequently. Before they knew it, everyone had already drunk four bottles of Wuliangye.

In order to allow Jiao Nanting to relax, Wang Siyu drank a few more drinks than the others. He was full of red and energetic, and was much more energetic than usual. He smiled and sat on the right side of Jiao Nanting as a companion, observing Jiao Nanting's behavior, paying attention to the other party's performance, and intending to find an opportunity to resolve the doubts in his heart. However, Jiao Nanting's alcohol capacity was also excellent. Although he had drunk a lot, he was still chatting and laughing. His words were steady and slight, and there was no sign of being drunk. At this time, clichés were certainly not the best time.

When Wang Siyu was about to raise his glass again, Jiao Nanting's cell phone suddenly rang. He looked at the number and saw that it was Secretary Meng's call. He waved his hand. The table immediately became quiet. After Jiao Nanting answered the phone a few times, he hung up the phone, turned his head, and said whispering to Zhou Songlin with a slight regret in his expression: "Mayor Zhou, I'm so sorry, Secretary Meng has something urgent to come to me, and must go back immediately."

Zhou Songlin smiled slightly, showed a very understanding expression, and held his hand and said softly: "Secretary Jiao, it's okay, the future is long. If you have time, please go to Qingzhou for a walk. Let me arrange for you."

Jiao Nanting smiled and nodded, "Okay, Mayor Zhou is willing. When it is convenient in the future, I will definitely visit you."

After the two of them were polite, everyone took him to the door of the private room. Jiao Nanting stopped, pulled Wang Siyu's hand, patted him gently, and whispered: "Director Wang, you have my phone number, please contact me more often."

Wang Siyu smiled and said, "It must be true. If I have time another day, I will be the boss. Everyone will gather again. Please don't refuse."

Jiao Nanting nodded with a smile, shook his hands hard, then waved his hands to everyone, turned around and walked out.

After he left, the table was less restrained and more lively. Those who could attend such occasions were naturally Zhou Songlin's close cadres. Most of them knew Wang Siyu's weight in the mayor's mind, so everyone put their target on him and set up a wheel battle. Wang Siyu was naturally very happy when he saw the fellow Qingzhou people, so he was particularly generous and refused everyone. Fortunately, Zhou Songlin spoke at the right time, so he did not drink on the spot. After drinking and eating, the others went out to sing. Wang Siyu accompanied Zhou Songlin back to the hotel, played a few games of chess with the old man, drank a cup of strong tea, and after waking up, he turned around to say goodbye.

When he drove back to the TV station's family building, it was almost 11 o'clock at night. He parked the car and got out drunk. When he returned to the upper floor, he didn't knock on the door. He directly opened the door with the key, but found that there was no one in the living room and the lights were still on in the study. Wang Siyu gently closed the door, changed his shoes, hung his coat on the hanger, and tiptoed to the door of the study. Looking down the crack of the door, he saw Ye Xiaolei wearing a bath towel looking seriously at a book, taking notes from time to time, but she didn't notice Wang Siyu's return.

Ye Xiaolei seemed to have just taken a shower, her hair was still wet on her shoulders, she was wearing only a pink bath towel, and her two white and slender legs were exposed outside. Wang Siyu could clearly see a white body and a cleavage on her chest that was fascinating. After a long time of patrolling, she was attracted by her slightly frown brow. Wang Siyu's eyes were still on the beautiful oval face and stared gently. Ye Xiaolei seemed to be thinking about complex problems. She raised her hand to comb her hair, then pinched her round and sharpened jaw, and began to think quietly.

Wang Siyu stood at the door and peeked for a while, then smiled hoarsely, turned around and returned to the sofa, took off his clothes, walked into the bedroom, and took a shower. Only then did a tiny sound of footsteps come from outside, and then the bathroom door was gently knocked, and Ye Xiaolei's soft voice came from outside the door: "Is Xiaoyu back?"

Wang Siyu responded, smiled and opened the door a crack, revealing half of his face. Seeing that Ye Xiaolei had changed into a snow-white pajama and was standing outside the door with embroidered slippers, he hurriedly said, "Aunt Xiaolei hasn't rest yet? I went back to Yuzhou to do something. I just drank wine. I saw it too late, so I didn't call you."

Ye Xiaolei smiled sweetly and said embarrassedly: "I was so sensible to read the book just now that I didn't hear the sound of opening the door."

Wang Siyu smiled and couldn't help but tease softly: "Auntie Xiaolei, then you have to be careful and don't get in again."

Ye Xiaolei smiled and said, "Xiaoyu, don't scare aunt. The public security in Yuzhou should be fine. I rarely heard of thieves stole theft in the house."

Wang Siyu glanced at her bulging chest and said with a smile: "Auntie Xiaolei, it's always right to be careful, otherwise the loss will be too serious."

Ye Xiaolei smiled slightly and said softly: "Xiaoyu, you go and take a shower first. Auntie is waiting for you outside and talk about Tianpeng by the way."

Wang Siyu nodded with a smile, looked at her and turned around and walked out, stared at the swaying buttocks for a while, touched her chin and smiled, then gently closed the bathroom door, turned on the faucet to the maximum, and sang his own "Eighteen Touches". After taking a shower, he fell in the wide bathtub and soaked for a while before wrapping a bath towel around his waist, walked out as if nothing had happened, sat on the sofa, drank the strong tea made by Ye Xiaolei, touched a heavy piece of material from the coffee table, and looked carefully. Ye Xiaolei sat opposite him, patiently explaining.

According to Ye Xiaolei's investigation results, this dairy price war in West China Province was jointly launched by several large domestic enterprises. The purpose is nothing more than to expand market share, directly hit the weaknesses of West China's local dairy companies with cost and scale advantages, clear the market at low prices, and let smaller miscellaneous brands get out of the price war to achieve the purpose of reshuffle. Although Tianpeng Dairy has occupied a certain market share, it started late and did not catch up with the golden period of dairy development. It has a thin family and has no ability to fight for consumption, so it is extremely normal to be at a disadvantage in competition.

Ye Xiaolei collected samples from fifteen provinces and found that this cruelest price war usually lasted for about two years. After achieving the goal of occupying the market, those companies will join forces to increase product prices again and begin to pursue profit maximization. In other words, the biggest problem of Tianpeng Dairy at present is whether she can survive the most difficult period. Through market research and financial analysis during this period, she is still very confident in Tianpeng Dairy and has proposed a complete set of response plans. The most important thing is to follow the route of differentiated competition, re-optimize the product line, form dislocation competition with the main products of foreign brands, and temporarily avoid its edge. In addition, we must work hard on service quality, product development, and milk source base construction. As long as we can survive two years of severe winter, Tianpeng Dairy is very likely to achieve a new period of rapid growth.

After Wang Siyu finished reading all the materials, he asked a few more sharp questions. Ye Xiaolei calmly answered them. After taking a sip of tea, Wang Siyu leaned on the sofa, frowned and took a few sips of cigarettes, and asked with a smile: "Auntie Xiaolei, what do Yali say?"

Ye Xiaolei smiled slightly and nodded, "Mr. Huang agrees with this suggestion. She went to Qingyang a few days ago and communicated with Mr. Zhang. They all felt that this plan was practical. Yesterday, she decided to let me stay at Qingyang's production base for a while on Monday to help them control the cost."

Wang Siyu narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, then smiled and said, "Okay, then I have no objection. I just hope that Aunt Xiaolei can withdraw from Tianpeng Dairy as soon as possible after getting things done. We will carry out the next step of in-depth cooperation. I plan to register another company, you can choose the project, and leave the company's business to you. If the start-up capital is insufficient, I can also communicate with the bank and borrow money. You can do things with confidence and boldness. I will not interfere with the company's operations."

Ye Xiaolei smiled gracefully, adjusted her sitting posture, raised her legs, looked at Wang Siyu with a smile, and said softly: "Xiaoyu, you are developing well in your career, why do you want to do business?"

Wang Siyu took a deep breath of cigarette, stood up with a teacup, walked to the window, opened the curtains, looked at the night view outside the window, and whispered: "The road to officialdom is full of dangers, and if you are not careful, you will lose your sand. If I fall down one day, I hope I can leave enough money to allow my women to spend the rest of my life in peace."

Ye Xiaolei's expression was so sad that he touched the teacup and took a sip, then put down the cup, and said bitterly: "Xiaoyu, although you are a little fickle, you are finally more conscience than Xiantang. He only cares about his own reputation, but he did not think about leaving a way out for us mother and mother."
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