To be honest, Mr. Wang still felt a little happy when he saw those people parked downstairs or on the side of the road, looking at his car. When he thought of those people, they were all Feng Yiping's employees, he felt even more happy.

How about it, be envious!

Is this car more shining than Feng Yiping's?

He does not usually have such a childish mood, but who said this is Feng Yiping's territory?

He also enjoyed Feng Yiping's subordinates looking at him with such admiration.

If he knew that Feng Yiping's subordinates looked at him and the car, their eyes were not admiration, but wanted to know which second-generation ancestor was sitting in the car.

Maybe he wanted to know which fool actually drove a burning car and used the Jiasheng Business Center as a show. If he wanted to come here to make a fortune, he would be furious to death.

But at this time, he was completely immersed in the pleasure of being self-righteous, so he was not too polite to talk to his father's secretary.

In fact, he is quite polite to Director Yang in normal times, because Lao Yang is his father's absolute confidant, and his capable left arm and right arm have helped him handle a lot of trouble.

In front of his father, in many cases, in many cases, Lao Yang's words are even better than Mr. Wang's own words.

He is not Lao Chen.

Lao Chen is an employee of their Wang family, but Director Yang is not. He is also a state cadre. He has entered the department level hurdle and is already a senior cadre.

However, because he was tightly tied to Mr. Wang, although he felt that Mr. Wang’s words were a little harsh, he still explained patiently, "It’s only been these two days. I mean, it’s better not to be before the New Year,"

"It means that Feng Yiping's year is comfortable and happy?" Mr. Wang was really unhappy.

Why can't it be launched on the 30th day of the New Year so that it can't be eaten well, whether it's the New Year's Eve dinner or the reunion dinner?

Director Yang smiled, "Mr. Wang, listen to my explanation,"

"Ding," the other side actually hung up his phone.

Director Yang was stunned, this is true!

To be honest, I have arranged it carefully for so long, mainly to vent my anger on you, it has nothing to do with my work.

You are so unhappy?

He shook his head and dialed a phone call.

…………

Mr. Wang actually hung up Director Yang's phone number because his car was stopped.

A person wearing a uniform that he is very familiar with, who looks like he is familiar with, who is the kind of person he is familiar with. That is, Mr. Wang's companion a few months ago, stood in the middle of the road several hundred meters in front, stretched out his hand and signaled him to stop.

Thinking that this is Jiasheng's territory, the guys in Jiasheng are pretty sexy no matter what position they are, and their car speed is not low. If he catches him and calls while driving, it may cause unnecessary trouble, so Mr. Wang hung up the phone.

There was a problem at this time, and he didn't even think about it himself.

Even on Chang'an Street, he would drive casually and make phone calls, not worried at all. Why is he so self-conscious here?

That's not to mention that he just ran over without slowing down. Mr. Wang just parked his car in the middle of the road.

Fortunately, in the business district, there were only some people on duty at work. There were no cars on the road at this time, so it would be fine if he parked like that.

Of course, although he was a little worried, Mr. Wang would not have a good temper so much that he took the initiative to ask the security guard why he stopped him. He just sat in the car and looked at the security guard coldly.

This uniform is really rustic. How could I wear it for so many months? I actually wear it for so many months?

And this face? Mr. Wang couldn't help looking at the mirror. Although he had spent a lot of effort to maintain it, he still tanned it over the past few months, and it looked like he was irreversible black.

Feng Yiping!

"Sir, sir," a scream made Mr. Wang, who was gritting his teeth, come to his senses.

Why is this sound so familiar and kind? Oh, by the way, my original partner is this accent.

Oh, what partner?

The security guard seemed to know that the car was precious and didn't even knock on the windows - of course, he might be too lazy to bend over.

Mr. Wang still decided not to argue with him, lowered the car window, "What's the matter?"

"Sir, there are also speed limits in our business district. Your speed is too fast, which may affect your personal safety and the Chinese New Year is about to be celebrated. Please be sure to consider yourself, your family and others,"

"Are you here to negotiate business? If you can't find a place, I can take you there. If you are going to a hotel, turn right at the next intersection and go straight,"

Mr. Wang glanced at the security guard coldly, and said nothing. He raised the window. Weihang buzzed again and drove forward. The speed of the vehicle did not seem to decrease much, but the direction was towards an exit.

Just leave.

The security guard looked at Weihang's butt and shook his head. This man looked not young anymore, why is he still so half a man?

He actually drove a car here to find someone. Do you think he is sa?

Don’t think about it, where are we? Which boss is ours?

Wait, why did he stop again? He understood so clearly to him, and he didn't know how to stay away.

Mr. Wang also had to stop because he was old, oh no, his father Mr. Wang called him.

Old Wang always seemed to be in a bad mood, and asked in a scattered manner as soon as the phone was connected, "Do you have any good ideas?"

"I...," Mr. Wang said, do I have an idea? Do you still don't know?

"Then wait," Mr. Wang said.

I just asked one question, and Mr. Wang also felt a little annoyed.

Listening to his voice, he wanted to end the call. Mr. Wang was about to hang up the phone, but he asked again, "Do you know when it is now? Do you still have a little enlightenment you should have, huh?"

Lao Wang really hung up the phone this time.

When is now? Awakening?

Mr. Wang looked around with a daze, and his eyes swept across a banner that "Celebrate the Spring Festival" and said, oh, yes.

Tomorrow is New Year's Eve. At this time, we must strive to create a happy and peaceful atmosphere to avoid some things that will cause great controversy.

Speaking of which, the old man said it well. His requests can be said to be a sign of lack of enlightenment.

If Director Yang is going to launch tomorrow, it will not only make things difficult for Feng Yiping.

It's a bargain! Mr. Wang looked at the tall buildings around Feng Yiping and said, if it doesn't work tomorrow, it won't work. That's fine, just wait for the New Year gift we give you!

He almost caught up with his security guard again. When he saw the car in front of him, he blew up again and rushed out.

Fortunately, I went out this time.

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At this time, Feng Yiping was eating a bowl of hand-rolled noodles in the suite on the top floor of the hotel.

My uncle asked him to have dinner at his own house, and my sister also invited him to her house for dinner.

But since you are all back, the first thing is to be busy with work.

Besides, it’s better to keep your stomach home for dinner.

Even now, the more he eats, the more delicious he eats, the happier his parents will be.

When you fill your stomach at this time, you will definitely complain when you go home at night.

He even drank the soup clean, and while wiping his mouth, he walked to the table, "How about it, is there anything else I have to make?"

After hearing his question, Jin Ling and Mei Yiliang, who were handing over related work at the table, waved together, "Go and go, there is nothing you need to help here. Just hurry up and call everyone and say hello,"

"Okay, I'll go and fight now," but after walking halfway, I turned back, "I can really be on duty during the Spring Festival,"

"Forget it, you can stay at home for a few days. If you arrange for you to come to the provincial capital to work, it depends on what your mother will say to me. This year, I will make a reservation during the Spring Festival," said Mei Yiliang.

"Then I won't be polite to you," Feng Yiping smiled. He didn't have any pressure on his uncle to work hard.

What does it matter if you take advantage of your own people?

He sat next to the phone and followed the list Jin Ling gave them, first calling Zhou Xingyu who was preparing to leave home for the New Year in the afternoon. "Mr. Zhou, I have worked hard this year again, thank you very much! I wish you a happy New Year in advance, don't forget to keep the red envelope for me..."

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Feng Jiachong, it was only about two o'clock in the afternoon. Feng Zhenchang was staying in the kitchen at this time and began to prepare evening supper with Mei Qiuping. The phone rang, "I'll answer,"

"Is it a flat?"

"Yes, he said he would come back very late tonight, and he also said that he would agree to Lao Huang and the others to have dinner at his house in the evening."

Mei Qiuping thought for a while, "It's good,"

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Chapter completed!