Chapter 667

Yesterday's newspaper reported that Shao Xingguang's mother was angry with the donors.

Zhang Ke was in a car accident early and didn't encounter the feat of forced donation from the Internet.

"If Tian Lishan wants to build a service center to promote the reemployment of laid-off workers, I would be too cold and heartless," Zhang Ke said. "But this is something that should be done within the scope of government functions. We are too proactive to please the government officials and people hate us."

"Why?" sun Jingmeng asked puzzled.

"If they can't do it well, we've done it for them. That's why we're beating them in the face..." Zhang Ke said to the newspaper in sun Jingmeng's hand, "in this age, good people can't do it..." even if they donate to Xinwu City, they basically seize the opportunity. For example, this time, they lose $10 million to the vocational training and Tourism School in Xinwu city, It is also the time for provinces and cities to discuss his father's entry into the Standing Committee. The media's publicity to the public, of course, is to give century Jinhu the title of charity. The middle-level in Xinwu knows more or less the relationship between century Jinhu and Zhangjia. Century Jinhu can take this money. Zhang Zhixing takes a small leap, which is easy to understand. Everyone will not have any contact psychology. The achievements of Yunchi wine industry are still there. Besides, when rebuilding the riverbank of urban defense, Century Jinhu also donated 8 million to solve the urgent needs of the city. The senior management of Xinwu and the provincial government know that the money came from Jinhu, and they can more accurately understand Zhang Ke's real motivation to do so.

Sun Jingmeng scratched his head, stared at Zhang Ke and said with emotion, "it's so complicated. What's in your head? Let me see..."

Sun Jingmeng reached out and rubbed Zhang Ke's hair. His eyes drooped and looked at him. He felt that his eyes were staring at himself. In the past, he would ridicule him. At this time, he wanted to hold him in his arms.

Sun Jingmeng restrained the beautiful reverie in her heart, let Zhang Ke lie down and looked at him: "I don't understand you more and more..." two years ago, in the winter, when we met in 1978, Zhang Ke was the clean man in Givenchy's shirt. He followed Ye Jianbin and didn't tell himself his identity. It was like a mystery. In the past two years, he thought he gradually knew something, But he found that this man was still a mystery in his eyes, which was tempting and eager to solve.

Now that she knew what was going on, sun Jingmeng had no reason to continue to stick with Zhang Ke when she was in the dormitory. There were still a lot of work to prepare in the bar, so she went out of the graduate apartment with Zhang Ke and met Lin Bing when she went downstairs.

Sun Jingmeng is going to the bar and Zhang Ke is going to the library. They ride a single mountain and separate at the foot of Hehuan Shandong mountain. The bike was given to sun Jingmeng to ride away. Zhang Ke continued to walk forward. Before walking two times, he heard the low roar of the engine coming from a distance. He turned his head and took a look. A bright yellow Ferrari 550 Maranello sports car rushed in from the east gate. When he passed the school gate, he didn't slow down at all. It seemed that he didn't care that the car hit there, which was a loss of more than 100000 or 200000.

In 1997, he drove a Ferrari 550 Maranello in China. Even if he drove at turtle speed, he could attract the attention of most people. Moreover, the speed could float with the fallen leaves on the road.

This car is not cheap. It's worth two or three Mercedes Benzes w140.

The students on the road gave way to Luya one after another, and sun Jingmeng got off his bike and gave way to Luya. Standing on Lu Ya, sun Jingmeng remembered something and forgot to tell Zhang Ke. He waved to Zhang Ke to let him pass.

Nowadays, no one wants to engrave the word arrogance on his face.

Rich people play cool. There seems to be no more arrogant weapon except famous cars and beautiful women.

Zhang Ke had to walk carefully close to the teeth of the road. His small bones could not stand the impact of the rampant farila. A few meters away from sun Jingmeng, I saw the bright yellow Ferrari suddenly stop at sun Jingmeng. A young man wearing toad glasses put his head out and asked sun Jingmeng in a strange Mandarin: "Miss, where is the international student apartment in your school?"

Ho, this guy drives so fast that his eyes forget to search for beautiful women on both sides of the road.

Looking at this guy talking to sun Jingmeng, Zhang Ke also pretended to be irrelevant people watching the excitement. But the fast and sudden stop of the sports car drove the floating dust on the road. He had to cover his mouth and nose, which made Zhang Ke feel more or less unhappy. He took a look in the car. The arrogant young man was sitting next to a bright girl whose beauty was no worse than sun Jingmeng.

The girl doesn't wear sunglasses on her face. She is the typical face of a beautiful woman in country h. I don't know whether she has adjusted her face. Even if she has adjusted her face, maybe a man won't refuse to see such a beautiful face. Zhang Ke's eyes moved down, and his nose blood almost rushed out. He always thought that Wanqing's chest was full enough. He always felt that a woman really wanted a g-cup, which was exaggerated, but he didn't expect that a woman with an angel face would have such a strong visual impact if she had another g-cup.

If it weren't for the wrong time, Zhang Ke suspected that the model car named Lin Zhizhi from country h had come to China.

"Ah," sun Jingmeng didn't see the pig like Zhang Ke standing behind her, but the young man sitting in the Ferrari sports car looked at her recklessly, which made her belly full of fire, but smiled and said, "you find the overseas student apartment, just turn right at the fork in front and drive straight..." listen to sun Jingmeng's words, Will go straight out of the north gate.

"I'm a road fool. No matter how simple the road is, I'll run wrong. Can you give us a ride?" the young man took off his sunglasses, showed typical Korean single eyelid eyes, and confidently invited sun Jingmeng to sit in his farila. He couldn't imagine how many women in the world would refuse to sit in the farila Maranello sports car when they had the opportunity, He turned and told the gorgeous girl on his side, "Qiao Zhen, you sit in the back..."

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