Lao Wang said: "You really decided? Lao Feng, you gave up on your job?"

Feng Wantong said: "It's not a question of giving up, just put it in the first place. No one comes to ask, just develop well for your brothers."

Lao Wang said: "What should we do with the company plan we have put together?"

Feng Wantong said: "You guys go ahead. Don't you want to develop after we leave? The relationship there won't be a fight, don't worry. As long as your project is successful, other things are trivial matters. If I need something, call me."

Pan Sohu said: "Yes, when we are there, it doesn't mean that our relationship has been broken. Brothers have been together for so long, so if you can do anything, just say something."

Old Liu sat aside with a frown. Among the six people, he was the most straightforward and direct person with the most direct personality. He asked: "What is the reason why you have to leave? Can't you explain it clearly?"

Feng Wantong looked at Pan Sohu, thought for a while, put down the book in his hand and said, "We were called to work by someone, and we must go."

Lao Liu asked: "Who? You belong to the provincial party committee. Can Wanning call you at will?"

Feng Wantong wiped his nose and said, "The one in the tallest building in the capital sent me and Lao Pan to Wanning, and called us to name it." Lao Wang and Lao Liu looked at each other for a while, and after a while, the few people lowered their heads and didn't know what to say.

Feng Wantong said: "If you call you, can you refuse? Forget it, don't cause any trouble. Our small company is not bad in the eyes of others. If you sneer, it will be gone. To be honest, we don't want to refuse either, who can refuse?"

Lao Wang sat there in a daze and asked for a long time: "What are you asking you to do?"

Feng Wantong looked at Pan Sohu again, thought for a while and said, "I don't know yet, just call me to come to Wanning County to report, go to County Mayor Shen and listen to her arrangements."

Lao Wang nodded, stood up and said, "Okay, brothers, please spread your wings and fly high. I have too many today and I will go back to the house to sleep." He went out to go back to his room. Among the six people, he only took his wife to Qiongdao and lived in a single room.

Lao Yi and the others also got up and went back to the room. Only Pan Sohu and Feng Wantong were left in the room. The two of them looked at each other and silently packed up their things.

...

"Don't talk about it, Yidaili really feels full of literary atmosphere. It is worthy of being the birthplace of the European Renaissance." Zhang Xingming and his party are standing on the streets of Bologna to watch the street scene.

This is a big city in Yidaili, which fully promotes the romanticism of Europeans, that is, the city obviously has no strict planning, and the messy red roofs are crowded together, and the streets and alleys are twisted and turned. However, like other parts of Europe, the entire city is filled with green lawns and trees.

If the whole city looks down from a high altitude, it will be full of red, with no modern buildings, no tall buildings, and full of medieval style. The tallest buildings in the city are basically church towers and square buildings that look like chimneys and watchtowers.

This is the most important railway hub in northern Italy, with the tenth busiest airport in Europe, which is the hometown of Ducati, Lamborghini, Ferrari, Masala, and Garni. The main crops here are grains, hemp, and grapes. This is also the most developed leather center in Italy.

The city is full of bronze statues, of course, football stadiums and universities are indispensable here. The 1909 Football Club is in this city.

In a medieval castle, a red five-story courtyard, Zhang Xingming met Thomas.

At this time, the racer and Belari's parent company, Belari, president of Marsala. The racer and Belari hold shares in Marsala and Ferrali.

"Hello Mr. Thomas, very happy to see you."

“Yourlordshiples, welcome to Bonaya.”

The two shook hands and sat down on the wide pure calfskin European sofa, and a servant served coffee.

This is Thomas's office. This former racer is a typical person who knows how to enjoy it at first glance. The office is decorated very luxuriously.

"Dear yourlordshiples, don't know what I need to serve?"

Zhang Xingming said: "Mr. Thomas, just call me les or Zhang. Let me introduce myself. I am the current chairman of John ShuangR Group and the founder of the Czech Eastern European Investment Development Bank. I came to the romantic Yidaili for the noble and elegant masala land and the violent thrilling force."

Thomabi smiled and said, "Yourlordshiples are interested in masala and thrilling? Want to have them? You are really a person with eyesight. Masala and thrilling, are all charming elves, Modina's pride, just like the double r in John. Yes, they deserve this metaphor."

Zhang Xingming said: "Yes, I agree with this statement, so I'm here."

Thomas said: "Now the masala and thrilling force are developing very well. We will soon have a new pride to drive out of the workshop and come to this world. Zhang, I think you will fall in love with it when you are, and I will definitely. So, yourlordshiples, I may have to apologize to you."

Zhang Xingming said: "No, no, Mr. Thomas, don't draw conclusions so early. We just met. Look, the coffee is still hot. I like Yidaili very much and like cars born in Yidaili. But according to my understanding of Yidaili's automobile industry, now whether it is Masala, Ferrari or Lamborgie, I have encountered a common problem, technology aging.

If I did not get the wrong newspaper, the Italian government is now trying to find ways to promote cooperation and exchanges among various automobile companies in order to promote or achieve technological progress. At this point, what can Benelli provide? Now his own products are still relying on their own.

And Mr. Thomaby, I admit that you are a great leader, you will continue to move forward with masala and falar, but you still have no technology, advanced technology.

So in the end, do you want to experience the pride you used to be discounted in your palms? Or do you send the masala or pulling force to other people's arms with your own hands? Feiyat? Afraid of Garni? Or Ducati? Does Benali have the chance to surpass Ducati?"

Thomas raised his eyebrows and said, "What's the difference? Maybe one day, maybe not, that's God's business. But that's not now."

Zhang Xingming said: "Thomas, if there really is one day, would you be willing to give up the masala? Or give up the pulling force."

Thomas thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "No, I don't want to, damn it. As long as I think about it, my heart is in pain. There won't be such a day. Never."

Zhang Xingming asked: "So, Mr. Thomas, how do you deal with the rapid development of new technologies and technologies in the world? Slowly watch Masala depressed? Watch as he pulls out of the glorious arena that once gallops? Or should he give them to whom under the pressure of the Yidaili government? Anyway, you will lose them in the end, completely, and lose them."
Chapter completed!