The man who appeared in front of the crowd looked older than Lin Mu, about 60 years old. However, he was well maintained. He was not tall, about 1.7 meters. He was still quite tall and straight. He had no hunchback and no fat. He was very symmetrical, and obviously kept exercising regularly.
He was wearing a suit that was very straight and fit. At first sight, it was very valuable. His face looked a little haggard, but he could see that he was younger than his actual age.
After the hostess left, the man bowed deeply to Tang Feng and said, "Mr. Tang, Hong is here to make amends for you. I know that Mr. Tang and President Lin are dining here and don't want to be disturbed. I don't mean to offend you. I really have to. I hope Mr. Tang, President Lin and you can forgive me. I'm willing to use any way, To make amends. "
Just as the man was talking, Lin Mengjia had already stood up, nodded to him and said, "President Hong is serious. Please sit down and talk."
In this room, by the wall, there are some empty chairs.
This is a private room for ten people. There are only six of them, Tang Feng. When the hotel staff decorate the room, they put the vacant chairs in the right place.
The man said thanks to Lin Mengjia and went there to move the chair.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lin Mengjia sat back in her chair and whispered to Tang Feng: "his name is Hong Weisheng. He is the president of Hongxin electronic technology. He started from scratch and founded Hongxin. He is also a man of the moment in Pingyang."
Tang Feng nodded.
He is a real Pingyang man. Although he hasn't been back to his hometown for some years, he doesn't know as well as Lin Mengjia about Pingyang, especially the business situation, but he still knows about Hongxin technology, which has been quite famous for more than 20 years.
"Do you have business contacts?"
This is what Tang Feng is more concerned about.
Everything he does needs to be useful before he can do it. What's useful here is how this person can help Lin Mengjia.
Lin Mengjia shook his head slightly and said, "I do real estate. It's electronic technology. It doesn't matter. I don't have any business contacts. I've only met a few people on some occasions. It's not strange. However, if I open up new markets in the future, I may have cooperation."
In such a small place as Pingyang, we all look down and don't see each other. Even if we don't have business contacts, there are some business occasions where these dignified businessmen will meet from time to time. It's really rare that we don't know each other at all.
This Hong Weisheng, for Lin Mengjia, is a person who has met several times and has no friendship. When he enters the door, Lin Mengjia will get up. It is mainly because he is older and can be regarded as her elder that she will say hello politely.
Tang Feng nodded again.
Although he let Hong Weisheng in, it doesn't mean he will help him. Of course, if he is useful to Lin Mengjia, it's another matter.
While they were talking, Hong Weisheng had already brought his own chair.
When Shangguan saw that there was nothing wrong, he returned to his previous position and sat down with a look of indifference.
Hong Weisheng bowed to Lin's mother again and said, "madam, I'm really sorry that it has affected your dining mood."
"That's all right, Mr. Hong, isn't it? I just heard you say outside the door, "your son is seriously ill?"
After all, mother Lin is a kind-hearted person. Compared with Hong Weisheng's son's illness, this meal is nothing. Her face already shows some concern.
Hearing Lin's mother ask about it, Hong Weisheng's apologetic face immediately showed a worried look. He sighed and didn't answer, but looked embarrassed.
It's strange that he looks like this.
When he was just outside the door, he was eager to see Tang Feng, but now he doesn't say it directly. Is it really just an excuse to know Tang Feng?
Lin Mengjia's little aunt has always been a quick talker. When she saw him like this, she said directly, "if you have something, you just say it directly. If you don't say it, how can we know what's wrong with your son?"
Hong Weisheng sighed again, looked at Tang Feng and said, "it's not that I don't say it directly, but I'm afraid that Mr. Tang won't believe it after I say it."
Without waiting for Tang Feng to speak, Zixuan already laughed and said, "in that case, you don't want to say it? That's the way to go. By the way, don't forget what you just said and settle the account. "
Hong Weisheng's face was a little embarrassed. He coughed to hide his embarrassment. He didn't know Zixuan's identity or who she was from Tang Feng. After all, he had a request from Tang Feng. He didn't dare to retort after listening to Zixuan's speech. He just looked at Tang Feng and hesitated: "Mr. Tang, my son, he is very worried, It's not like he's sick, it's like he's hit a ghost. "
"Hit the ghost?"
Hearing these two words, Zixuan was even more bright in front of her eyes. She couldn't help but slightly raised her tone and repeated it.
Hong Weisheng thought that Zixuan didn't believe what he said, so he quickly explained: "I know that many people would not believe it, but his situation was really like a ghost hit. I took him to see many doctors, and nothing could be found out. They all said that there was no problem, but he was good and bad for a while, as if he had changed a person."
Zixuan raised her lips and looked at Tang Feng.
Of course, she doesn't believe in the theory of hitting ghosts. On the contrary, this kind of thing is her favorite. After all, it's her best thing.
As Hong Weisheng spoke, he looked at Tang Feng and said, "Mr. Tang, I've heard your name for a long time. Some time ago, I came to my house to ask you to help my son find out what's wrong. But you weren't at home at that time, so I had to give up and take him back."
Tang Feng looked at Hong Weisheng with a smile and said, "you have already diagnosed the disease, haven't you?"
Hong Weisheng rubbed his hands anxiously and said in a voice: "no, Mr. Tang, I don't mean that. I just can't see what his condition is everywhere. I have no bottom in my heart. The more I listen to others say that, the more I look at it, the more I feel like it. Mr. Tang, please don't mind. You have to see for yourself what's wrong with it."