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1790 Zhang Er monk

No words all night.

The next day, just as the sky was dawn, Wu Bei knocked on Junjiu's door in high spirits.

"Let's go, accompany me to the municipal building to squat He Biao!"

Looking at the star-eyed brother, Wu Bei greeted him happily.

"I'm so sleepy when I wash my face."

Jun Jiu yawned Liantian's response. As soon as he opened his mouth, a smell of wine came to his face, causing Wu Beixun to stagger half a step on the spot.

"Oh, I drank it early in the morning?"

Wu Bei pinched his nose and looked up and down suspiciously.

"To be precise, I drank all night. Don't ask who I have with, I don't want to answer."

Jun Jiu wiped the corners of his eyes twice, and muttered weakly.

"Didai, go to bed quickly, I'll call Nan Nan to accompany me."

Wu Bei pushed the other party back into the room.

Half an hour later, in front of the municipal building.

Wu Bei had soy milk in his left hand and buns in his right hand, and he had a lot of fun eating. Mei Nannan next to him stared at every car entering and leaving the compound.

"Brother, it's only 6:50. It's at least 8:30 for normal work in public departments. It's meaningless to come too early."

Mei Nannan rubbed her sour eyes twice and complained.

"Based on reliable information, He Biao is used to arriving one hour early every day."

Wu Bei sucked the straw and smiled: "This news was given by He Biao's personal secretary, so it is absolutely impossible to be wrong."

"Okay, will you get along with his secretary so soon?"

Mei Nannan's crooked mouth makes her messy.

"Bad, Uncle Ren found out, how capable do you think I am."

Wu Bei wiped the oil stains on his mouth and whispered: "I'll chat with He Biao later. You can find a way to get his driver's contact information. Don't underestimate the secretary. People like drivers are mixed with them and can do twice the result with half the effort."

The two brothers talked about each other, and it was over 8 o'clock in the morning before they knew it.

"Brother, I just said that the news is not reliable. As a leader, there is no habit of arriving early."

Seeing that there were more pedestrians and vehicles on the street, Mei Nannan muttered.

"It seems that Jin Wanteng's incident has caused him a headache."

Wu Beifei was not disappointed, but instead raised the corner of his mouth as if he had expected it in the morning: "It's good, there will be a topic for meeting later."

"776 Silver Hyundai, He Biao's car!"

Just as he was halfway through, Mei Nannan was busy shouting in front of him.

"Go!"

Wu Bei's confidence sign.

Soon, their car rushed to the front of the courtyard building before the silver Hyundai sedan. Perhaps it was not because of the internal vehicle, and the lifting rod remained motionless.

"Bang!"

Wu Bei pushed the door and got out of the car, went straight to the Hyundai car, and shrank his head with a smile.

"What's up?"

The driver lowered the window glass and spoke arrogantly.

"I'll look for Leader He, my surname is Wu!"

Wu Bei spoke calmly.

I don’t know what the people in the back row said, but the driver shouted at the security guard at the gate: “Old Zhang, raise the pole, that’s my friend!”

After a while, the two cars stopped one in front and one behind.

"The leader asked you to go to the car and say, hurry up, he will have a meeting later!"

The driver got off the bus first and signaled to Wu Bei with a stern face.

After briefly tidying up his outfit, Wu Bei got into the co-pilot of the Hyundai sedan with a smile on his face.

"I'm sorry, leader, I really have no choice but to meet you in this presumptuous way. I can't contact Jin Wanteng, and I dare not go to the house to bother you."

He turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man behind him, and Wu Bei apologized slowly.

"Understand that 30% of the shares are not small money, especially for young people like you who have just started a business, it hurts like cutting their own flesh. Jin Wanteng called me brother-in-law. No matter how old he is, he is still a junior here. I wonder what I can help you?"

The men in the back row responded in an orderly manner.

The man is about 46 or 7 years old, with short hair and thick eyebrows and a standard national face, which makes people feel full of righteousness. His slightly fat body is wearing a snow-white shirt, which complements each other very well. He Biao, one of the few characters in Jincheng, is a bit rough. Although his body looks a little rough, the gentle temperament exudes from this person is completely unrelated to his name.

"ah?"

Wu Bei was stunned. He had thought of all kinds of remarks before coming, but he did not expect that the other party would admit it so openly.

"But it's okay."

He Biao smiled slightly, raised his hand to look at the domestic watch on his wrist, and said, "But you have to hurry up. There will be a very important meeting that needs me to host later. I hope you can understand, brother."

"Actually, I don't have any requirements, I just want to get to know you."

After hesitating for a while, Wu Bei simply told the truth.

"Don't we already know each other now? Wan Teng is really careless. I just finished cursing him this morning, but the things have been lost. Even if we scold him to death, it will be useless. Let's consider first whether you need him or how I compensate. As long as it is within the scope of our ability, we will definitely help."

He Biao spoke earnestly.

"Then... OK."

Wu Bei grabbed the back of his head and laughed dryly.

He had already made complete preparations, but in the face of He Biao's approachable words, he was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do, and he was as timid as a child.

"Then let's do it for now. Save my private number and communicate with me anytime you think of."

He Biao took out a small and exquisite mobile phone to show it.

Half a minute later, watching He Biao walk towards the office building, Wu Bei stood there like a monk, a little confused.
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