Chapter 100

Shen Yinbing sat on the sofa and didn't know how long he thought about it. Until his stomach began to coo, he moved his numb legs.

Just then there was a knock on the door.

The door opened and Yan Hong came in.

Xiao Song, Su Xiaomei and sunspot with low head follow her.

After seeing sunspot, Shen Yinbing stood up from the sofa: "sunspot, are you ok?"

"Mr. Shen, I'm ok. It's my incompetence that makes you bullied."

The tattered sunspot raised his head and forced a smile.

"Ah, your face --"

Seeing the black man's face black and blue and his left eye unable to open, Shen Yinbing was shocked and angrily exclaimed, "did those policemen beat you? How can they do that? Xiao Song, you immediately complain to the relevant departments, that the police use lynching on sunspot, go

Sunspot forced a smile again, waved his hand and said: "Mr. Shen, don't bother. It's useless. We are in Beijing without relatives. Who can we talk to? What's more, it's normal to get a lesson after going in. It doesn't matter. It's just skin and flesh injury. Just take two more days off. There's no need to cut corners. "

Shen Yinbing bit his lower lip tightly and slowly sat on the sofa, whispering: "sunspot, I'm sorry."

"Well, Mr. Shen, don't feel guilty. Sunspot is right. Now the most important thing is to recover the reputation of the group and you."

Yan Hong looked around and asked, "where's Peng Yuanhang, not here?"

"He may have gone to rest."

As soon as Shen Yinbing's voice fell, Peng Yuanhang came in from outside.

Peng Yuanhang didn't show much surprise when he saw the sunspot. He just nodded with a smile and Yan Hong, sat on the sofa next to Shen Yinbing, and said in a low voice, "Xiao Bing, how are you thinking about it? Just now I managed to get in touch with Sun Shao. He promised to make an appointment for me. Let's meet in the evening. "

Yan Hong frowned and asked, "Mr. Shen, what are you thinking about?"

"I - I've decided to agree to the elegant terms."

Shen Yinbing raised his head and said difficultly, "but he has to clear my grievances, let those people apologize to me face to face, and publish a newspaper to clarify that this is a misunderstanding!"

"This, this seems very difficult. After all, it concerns a powerful deputy director general. Besides, I also heard that Liang Mingqing has a daughter who is in the supervision office of the Ministry of public security. I'm afraid she'll fight for her father and use her relationship to the disadvantage of Beishan group. "

Peng Yuanhang was in a bit of a dilemma, thinking and saying, "however, it's not a big problem to let other people stand up and do so."

"Well, is his daughter from the Ministry of public security? Ha ha, then he has the face to do such a thing! "

Shen Yinbing is biting her teeth with a sneer. She wants to crush her teeth.

Yan Hong, who was more and more confused, interrupted again: "Mr. Shen, what conditions should we agree to?"

Shen Yinbing lowered her eyes and said in a low voice: "transfer the South Mountain Racecourse project to elegance at a low price..."

Before her words were finished, Yan Hong cried out: "what? Transfer it to him at a low price? I don't think so. They are robbers! No, it's absolutely not. That elegance is too naive! "

Xiao Song and Su Xiaomei also waved their fists indignantly, saying that they would never bow to the evil forces.

Peng Yuanhang asked coldly: "Vice President Yan, in fact, you should understand that Xiaobing doesn't want to transfer the racecourse more than you. But the key problem is that if it is not transferred at this time, not only the reputation of her and Beishan group will be damaged, but also the racecourse project will be delayed indefinitely. This is a multi billion project. Can we afford to delay it? "

"What kind of person is that? He has the ability to delay our project!" Xiao Song exclaimed

Peng Yuanhang light said: "he really is not a big deal, but people have a very powerful uncle."

Su Xiaomei asked: "who is his uncle?"

Peng Yuanhang smiles, but doesn't say anything. He just looks at Shen Yinbing.

Shen Yinbing clenched her fist tightly and said in a dumb voice: "the elegant uncle is the No.1 leader today."

After Shen Yinbing said this, the air in the room suddenly stagnated.

It turns out that the man coveting the racecourse project is actually the nephew of the No. 1 chief!

All of you here may feel that they are in different directions, but in front of the title "No.1 chief", they suddenly realize that they are not much better than ants. It's every minute that people want to trample on themselves.

After a long time, Yan Hong asked in an astringent voice: "really?"

Peng Yuanhang nodded: "well, I'm sure now. I've been looking for a relationship all morning to inquire about it, and I'm almost sure it's related to him. "

Yan Hong felt a deep powerlessness: even people all over the world know that the scene last night was dominated by elegance.

But who can prove it? Who dares to provoke the nephew of No.1 chief?

"Peng Yuanhang, please make an appointment with Gao ya. I'll wait for him here tonight."

Shen Yinbing licked his dry lips and said in a low voice, "no one is allowed to tell my father about this without authorization. After everything is over, I will explain it to him myself."

"Well, if you want to be open, it's important to be healthy. Lose, maybe just to get more. "

Peng Yuanhang patted Shen Yinbing on the shoulder, stood up and went out.

After finally making up her mind, Shen Yinbing relaxed a lot and told Su Xiaomei, "Xiaomei, go and order. We'll use it here."

Yan Hong sits silently on the sofa, her right hand involuntarily stirs the train. After a moment of silence, she digs the topic: "Gao Fei, why didn't I see him?"

Shen Yinbing's face flashed a trace of dissatisfaction, light said: "I haven't seen him for a long time, maybe I went out to relax."

"Well, I'll ask him where he is and let him have dinner together."

When Yan Hong was about to call Gao Fei, Shen Yinbing said, "no, he'd like to play outside. Anyway, it's useless to come back."

Yan Hongqiang smiles and puts away his mobile phone, but in his heart he is scolding: smelly boy, now is the time when Mr. Shen needs people most, but you run quietly. It's so eyesight!

……

Since ancient times, there has been a saying of "rich in the East, expensive in the west, poor in the South and cheap in the north" about the pattern of imperial capital.

The rich and the like are all in the east city. The rich are in the west, the poor are in the south, and the pariah are in the north. For example, the ancient craftsmen and the like are the pariah. They have no right to study, so they have no chance to take part in the scientific examination. They can only be craftsmen for generations.

Of course, the phenomenon that craftsmen could not study had long disappeared when the Qing Empire collapsed, but the pattern of rich in the East, expensive in the west, poor in the South and cheap in the North remained unchanged.

Liang Mingqing, the deputy director of the development department, is certainly not a pariah or a pauper, but he absolutely dare not say that he is a rich man, so he can only "wrongly" regard himself as a noble man.

Most of the noble people live in Xicheng, and Liang Mingqing's home is also here.

Of course, Liang Mingqing, the deputy director general, is just a noble in the eyes of ordinary people. He is at least as far away from the real noble as the moon from the earth. Therefore, the house he lives in is also on the edge of the western city.

This is a small villa area. Each villa has its own walls and antique door panels. You can't see the inside from the outside. It looks rustic.

33 villa, a taxi stopped not far from the door, holding a handful of flowers in the hands of high flying, from above down.

"Well, this place is so far away."

Looking at the slanting sun, Gao Fei reconfirmed the number of the door, then went to the door and rang the doorbell.

Not long time, inside came a woman's voice, very impolite asked: "which?"

Gao Fei replied: "I'm here to see director Liang."

The woman asked, "leader?"

Goofy hesitated: "no, it's subordinates."

The woman said, "please come back. My husband is not in the mood for hospitality."

Wipe, strange have to be a good thing, so snobbish.

Gao Fei scolded in his heart and yelled: "I came to see director Liang on behalf of all the staff in the Department - Hey, hey, why don't you open the door?"

Gao Fei called for a long time, but there was no movement inside.

"What's more, it's forcing my friends to be rough!"

Gao Fei scolds. Just as he is about to kick the door, an old man comes out of the villa next to him. He sits in front of the door with his horse and looks at him.

Although Mr. Gao didn't care about this kind of old man at all, he didn't want to leave a bad impression on Beijing residents. He had to smile at him kindly and rang the doorbell again with patience.

After waiting for a few minutes, the woman's voice rang out again: "it's all gone. Why don't you go yet?"

Gao Fei threw the flowers on the ground, patted the door and said in a gruff voice: "open the door, open the door, read the water meter!"

After shooting for a long time, the door didn't open and no one agreed.

Gao Fei turns his head and sees the old man sitting next to him, looking at himself with interest.

"Bah! How old are you, old man? "

Seeing that the old man's face was obviously mocking, Gao Fei spat hard at others and slapped on the door with a bang.

This time, the woman inside was really impatient and scolded: "paralyzed, what's she doing this time? Is it meter reading or direct selling? "

"Chengguan, open the door!"

Goofy raises his foot and kicks the door.

The woman behind the door scolded, "go away! Make trouble here again, and be careful to let you go to prison! "

"Niang xipi, you dare to threaten the city management team. You are so impatient! Come on, brothers, knock the door open for me

Gao Fei stepped back two steps, yelled out loud, jumped up and kicked heavily on the gate.

The door, which looks very antique, can't bear the strong foot of Gao Fei. With the loud bang, the door plug broke, and the two doors flew in like a kite.

Behind the gate was a fat woman about 40 years old, with a red suspender, a small vest, a short skirt, a pair of fat snow-white legs, embroidered sandals under them, and ten toes dyed black, which showed a bit of sexuality.

The gate that Gao Fei kicked out energetically almost touched her nose, which made her scream.

"It's said that it's urban management. You still don't open the door. Is this a rebellion?"

Just before the two doors that hit the wall bounced back quickly, Gao Fei jumped in, grabbed the fat woman's hand and said in a fierce voice, "don't cry, or you'll feel better!"

"Ah, robber! Come on, somebody -- "

As soon as the fat woman called out this sentence, Gao Fei covered her mouth, pinched her fat face with both hands, and walked quickly to the front door of the living room.