Chapter 220 I swear on my fault, what is the ranking of Southwest F4?

Author: A willow tree in the eternal blue sky

Chapter 220 I swear on my fault, what is the ranking of Southwest F4?

Yang Xu looked at the young man in front of her with a half-smile, "You're quite calm. Being famous is not as good as meeting me. I'm completely different from the one on TV who was a young man with a red horse and a gold medal."

Qing Yun also smiled and said, "Mr. Yang, why does he feel that I am completely different from the 'Intel Golden Boy' he learned about me from the side?"

Yang Xu burst out laughing, and then quickly suppressed his smile, his face looking solemn.

"I'm from Chongqing. Please be honest. If I ask for anything or need his cooperation, just say it directly."

Qing Yun sneered, Yu Maochun was not from Chongqing, and it did not prevent him from becoming the number one traitor in contemporary China.

Bu Nao... That Yang Xu seems a bit interesting.

Seeing that he didn't accept the move, he became a little impatient.

He curled his lips, "Then he asked me, what is the ranking of Southwest F4?"

Yang Xu gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Tomorrow the King of Heaven will come, and I will come to Chongqing, Sichuan and Yungui!"

Chongqing, Sichuan, Yunnan and Guizhou?

hehe!

Qing Yun looked helpless and spread her legs, "Then there's no need to talk!"

Mr. Xiaoqing said, is that a matter of principle?

Yang Xu was so angry that he patted the coffee table, "Sichuan, Chongqing! Sichuan, Chongqing, Yunnan and Guizhou! That's wrong!"

Qing Yun chuckled, "Buqi, I have to swear to the Zheergen God first that if I lie, I will never ask for Zheergen in my life!"

After saying that, he licked his lips and said, "It's very cute."

Yang Xu raised her middle finger directly at him, "Boy, please don't be so cruel?"

What else can you say, when eating hot pot, don’t eat Zheer root and Pea Dianer?

What's so delicious about hot pot?

Qing Yun blew out a smoke ring with a playful look on his face, "Let's talk about me first, Lao Yang. My actions make it difficult for him to trust me."

In his opinion, Yang Xu's words were a bit ridiculous.

What's the difference between that and catching an enemy agent whose legs were stained with the blood donated by our own comrades, and then finding out that he was not sent by our own side, and whether everything he did was for the country and the people?

If you dare to act in a TV series, can I believe it in reality?

Yang Xu chuckled lightly, "Okay, he's obviously popular. I don't want to say anything if I want to do anything. I keep it in my heart."

As for him? He works for Intel because he is a professional manager and Intel can afford a salary that satisfies him."

Qing Yun glanced at him doubtfully, "Lao Yang, if he gave Shan Qiufu to BMD, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep my position. I'll be in Taiwan right after taking office."

Yang Xu walked on the sofa, but put her heels up on the side of the coffee table, then loosened her tie, and pointed her leg in the direction of the bookcase, "Mont No. 1 and the Whistle Pig of the Ten Years."

Seeing Qing Yun's confused look, he laughed jokingly, "Song Ruhua's set of deformed bookcases was given to him by me back then."

Qing Yun noticed his smug look and immediately rolled her eyes. Bu Nao opened the bookcase honestly and started looking for it according to Yang Xu's instructions.

Shaking the crushed ice cubes in the cup, Yang Xu took a sip from his cigar, then clinked the cups with Qing Yun, "I should add an ice hockey machine, crushed ice cubes are always boring."

Qing Yun frowned and took a sip. He never liked drinking foreign wine.

It’s not as good as the Chinese medicinal Moutai!

But when the taste of whiskey and cigar entangled in his mouth, his face suddenly became colorful.

"How's it going? Have you experienced the fun?" Yang Xu laughed.

Qing Yun closed her eyes, recalling the refreshing feeling of the mint flavor at the end reaching the sky.

He somewhat understood why Churchill begged for a dozen cigars every day.

That taste...

It’s not much different from climbing to the top with a female companion.

"Boy, he is different from my father-in-law, who can be said to be a highly respected entrepreneur. He is ruthless and lustful, and his pursuits include cigars, fine wine, sports cars, flowers, women, and applause.

He seeks fame, profit, power, wealth, and sex, so he is very short of money.

But if he doesn't have the ability to make money as an entrepreneur, he can just be a professional manager.

His current basic annual salary at Intel is US$17 million, and that is after tax.

That annual income is much more than that of most entrepreneurs in China, and unlike other entrepreneurs, the income is generally unstable. Regardless of whether Intel makes a loss or makes a profit, it has to pay for it, and it is difficult for him to make excess profits.

There are excess bonuses.

I asked, which foreign company can afford that price?"

Qing Yun took out the cigar from his mouth and looked at him intently, "So...am I one of the 'Three Heroes of Longtan'?"

Yang Xu smiled and waved his legs, "How can he have that ability? He just helps people depending on the current situation."

Qing Yun nodded, "Then it's Gu Zhuxuan."

Gu Zhuxuan, the fourth leader of the Huating gang, helped other armies several times, protected and rescued his comrades, and even sent his youngest son to northern Jiangsu to join other armies. He was very enlightened.

The peaceful liberation of Huating was due to his great contribution. Therefore, after the founding of the People's Republic of China, the country gave him extremely generous treatment and allowed him to live out his old age peacefully. He was the only one among the Huating gang to die a good death.

Yang Xu glanced sideways at him, "Is Ming Hong now?"

Qing Yun pouted, "It's boring. He really thinks I'm not a big boss."

That world is really boring.

No wonder Yang Xu’s ‘retirement’ was inexplicable in later generations.

But what made him find it even more boring was that with someone like Yang Xu behind enemy lines, the chip breakout battle could be so difficult.

Yang Xu laughed so much that tears came out, "What kind of big boss is he!"

Qing Yun gave him a red look, "So, I will deny my teammates."

Yang Xu was angry, "Boy, shut up and show your conscience. What's wrong with him? Just because he supports trade, industry and technology? Have I been brainwashed by those losers from Tianzhiya?"

Qing Yun shook his head, "Trade, industry and technology and technology, industry and trade are just different development paths. They are different ways and lead to the same goal. They are both ways for enterprises to become bigger and stronger.

In this regard, he would not have any discrimination, and he even agreed with the path of trade, industry, and technology, because we were too poor at that time, and if we didn't take that path, we wouldn't be able to survive.

But no, Lao Yang, I think the fantasy computer is really a trade-off?"

Yang Xu touched his nose and said, "He has become a 'trade wage' now."

After that, he took a sip of whiskey dejectedly, "How did he know it would turn out like that later!

Didn't he think at the beginning that Mr. Li was just playing with technology for his own pleasure and didn't understand business at all?

Boy, technology and market must be combined, just play with technology, without market to support you, you can’t go anywhere.”

Qing Yun glanced at him, and then laughed, "So, judging from my status...Old Yang, my work record as a landlord is not very good."

Has Yang Xu become depressed? Has Qing Yun saved face for him? Is his record not just bad?

What the hell, Qiu Mo No turned traitor like Zhiliu and Song Ruhua and started playing with capital, but Qiu Mo No just played and killed himself.

Qing Yun was not amused in her heart. After learning Yang Xu's identity, some seemingly ridiculous things in later generations naturally became clear.
Chapter completed!