Chapter 34

Pingjiang chamber of Commerce.

In addition to the top level of the chamber of Commerce, Mao Lin sat at the top with a gloomy and frightening face.

"President, hurry to find a way!"

At this time, a senior executive finally couldn't sit still and came out and said, "as we all know, a city can only have a first-class chamber of Commerce. Now it's just at the juncture of the grading of the chamber of Commerce!"

"Yes, president."

Another senior executive came out and said, "our competition with Baofeng chamber of commerce could have been on a par, even better than Baofeng chamber of Commerce in the market development of gold, silver and cultivators' articles, but now Baofeng chamber of Commerce relies on a book, and its revenue this month is 20% higher than that of our Pingjiang chamber of Commerce. If it is the same next month, it will be the title of this level of chamber of Commerce, We can only give up. "

"Yes, after that, we can only look at the eyes of Baofeng chamber of Commerce. They will give priority to the pricing of goods and the choice of the market." Someone came out and said.

For a moment, everyone in the whole conference hall was worried.

This made Mao Lin's face more gloomy, and his palm clutching the seat rattled.

He thought that Yi Feng could sell two broken books with his help, but who could have thought that there would be a fire in Baofeng chamber of Commerce in the twinkling of an eye.

This not only makes Baofeng chamber of Commerce rely on this book to directly exceed his Pingjiang chamber of Commerce by 20%.

"President, I heard before that it seems that the original author of this book came to you before?" At this time, a senior asked Mao Lin.

Mao Lin raised his eyebrows.

It's good not to mention it. He almost had a heart attack when he mentioned it.

Yes, obviously Yi Feng came to him first, but he gave way to his way to get rich. It's even worse than his dead wife.

Immediately, his face was embarrassed and he coughed twice. Then he waved and said, "please don't be impatient. What hasn't happened to our Pingjiang chamber of commerce so far? I'll take care of it. "

"How can I solve it?"

Someone asked.

Obviously, although Mao Lin is the president of the chamber of Commerce, the chamber of commerce is not his own. This matter has aroused public doubts.

"I have a little friendship with the author. If it's a big deal, I'll talk to him again and ask him to return to Pingjiang chamber of Commerce for publication." Mao Lin said with an ugly face.

"President, people have just started to cooperate with our chamber of Commerce. We don't want him. Now it's so easy to call him back?" Asked one of them.

Hearing the speech, other people's faces were also filled with worry.

In this way, Mao Lin's face is not good-looking, but it's already here. Even if it's not easy, he has to find a way to pull Yi Feng back, otherwise the senior management of the chamber of Commerce will question him, and he can't stand the president of the chamber of Commerce!

Thinking of this, he waved his hand and said, "don't worry about it. I said I still have some friends with him and will let him come back. Don't worry!"

"I hope so."

Now that Mao Lin has said so, the people of the chamber of commerce can only temporarily choose to believe, and then the meeting will break up.

Mufu mountain behind Pingjiang city.

At the highest peak of the periphery, there is a courtyard. There are hundreds of feet of waterfalls beside the courtyard. The washing and unloading force condenses a clear pool. Green smoke curls around the pool, and there is another garden.

On the jade, a woman in white stroked the long piano, and the sound of the piano was winding, attracting the sound of birds and flowers, like a fairyland on earth.

"Miss, miss, great news."

Just then, a maid ran over with a surprise on her face.

"Maomao, I told you not to be anxious." The woman in white looked at the maid and taught her a lesson in a low voice.

"Miss, he has published a new book." Mao Mao waved his arm and shouted with a book in his hand.

"He?"

"The author of a dream of Red Mansions?"

When the woman in white heard the speech, she quickly got up and greeted Mao Mao, "come on, show me."

"Hum, miss, you still say I'm anxious. Don't you think you're more anxious than me?" Mao Mao pouted her little red lips and said angrily.

"You dare to talk back. Come on, prepare me a seat and tea. And don't bother me if you're okay." The woman in white quickly told the maid Maomao.

One cup of tea, one sitting, the woman in white picked up the book one day, and saw the evening directly from the morning.

By now, she had finished reading it.

But holding the book for a long time did not slow down. His eyes were full of holes. It seemed that he was still in the love of zhizunbao and had not come out.

"If you give me a chance to start over again, I will say to you, I love you. If I have to add a deadline, I hope it will be 10000 years..."

"Such a sentence..."

"What kind of talent can write it?" The woman in white whispered.

Seeing this, Maomao rose up with a small mouth and said, "Miss, you look like this again. The last dream of Red Mansions made you forget to eat and sleep. This time, even your eyes are dementia."

"You little girl, you still hold your mouth." The woman in white drank and carefully held the supreme treasure in her hand. Her red lips moved and said, "a dream of Red Mansions, a supreme treasure, Maomao, you say, this gentleman must be a very gentle man. What do you think he looks like?"

After that, her crystal eyes flashed and became a look of longing.

"I don't know."

Mao Mao shook his head in distress.

"Alas!"

A delicate sigh filled with melancholy.

Dong Dong!

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

"Huh?"

The woman in white frowned.

Mao Mao is also full of doubts. They are a place from the future