An Su Dong looked at him and grinned, "good."

The furnishings in the private room are very simple, including a table, a sofa, a water dispenser, a low coffee table, and several leftover lunch boxes placed at the door. How can we see that this is not a private room for VIP reception, but a reception room for security recruitment.

However, an Su Dong took a look, did not say anything more, casually found a place to sit down, "say, your director is not in, how can you solve it?"

"I had a look before catching up. The leak of Venice Hotel is a little big. The tax of 12 million has not been settled. But this matter is also very simple, that is, Mr. an will make up the money, and your hotel can open normally. " Liang Kuan leaned against the water dispenser and lowered his head to take out two paper cups from the groove under the water dispenser.

"Of course, there are other ways. The Venice Hotel is also the most famous hotel in the city. You can hide the tax and make it a headache for the next person to take over."

"Drink water?" Liang Kuan handed him a paper cup. "These are the two best ways I can think of. They are also the safest. Mr. an, how do you choose?"

An Sudong put the paper cup on the tea table. "As far as I know, what our hotel has missed is only three or four million yuan in tax revenue. Why do you say more than 10 million yuan?"

"Mr. an, I take the Bureau as the benchmark. I don't care what you write in the company's accounts. The bureau is 12 million."

He looked at an Sudong, "if you can't trust me, I can promise you that when the director comes back, maybe your 12 million is not the final number."

It seems that I intend to kill myself as a fat sheep.

An Sudong was worried. "OK, I'll go back and think about it. Someone will come to solve it soon."

"Mr. Ann!"

Liang Kuan stepped forward to block the door with his legs, and said: "what are you hesitating about? Do you think I will pit you? To tell you the truth, I don't want to meddle in your business. If I hadn't been a fan of Mr. an, I wouldn't have gone out and stopped you just now. "

"Thank you so much." With a faint smile, an Su Dong opened the door from his side and left.

"The bastard!"

Liang Kuan smashed the paper cup on the ground, and the water flowed in along the cracks of the ground. He thought it was a good thing to deal with. He came forward and gave money obediently. He could get 20% of the extra money after it was finished, and then he asked Fugui to say hello to his director.

Now, let's not say 20% for ourselves, it's hard to make a dime.

"Where are you, Mr. Ann?" Wang Weijie's voice on the phone was a little anxious.

"What's the matter?" An Sudong looked out of the window. "What can I do for you?"

"You said that." Wang Weijie is anxious to get angry. He calls an Sudong and gets in touch with him. He has such an irrelevant remark.

God knows how many times Wang Weijie has contacted ansudong in recent days, but the signal of Jianghai city is already affected by the typhoon. Ansudong has arranged a big array of stars and stars at the wharf, so it can be said that the signal tower of Jianghai city will be shielded by him.

After the launch of the array, the typhoon was removed by the powerful energy, the array base was damaged, and the signal returned to normal. Because the typhoon came, the signal was affected by the typhoon. However, it was normal. The common people didn't take it seriously, and Wang Weijie couldn't make a phone call.

"Mr. Ann."

Wang Weijie holding the phone watching TV, "the World League is about to start, you are suddenly missing, your brothers are also all day long, only five of us are training around the football field, this is not a matter."

"How many days before the qualifying?" An Sudong almost forgot about it and rubbed his forehead. "I'm busy outside these days. I'm sorry."

"Don't talk about it, come back quickly!" Wang Weijie said bitterly: "now there are only five of us left in the team. We are going to play in M country in two days. Time has been missed. This year, we have lost one place in Huaxia."

"What's the result in previous years?" Ansudong raised his hand and patted the driver on the shoulder. "Instead of going to the Venice Jianguo Hotel, go directly to the station."

"Tell me about it." An Sudong leaned on his seat. "I want to know how many Chinese teams went in the previous year's qualifier?"

"This..."

Wang Weijie blushed and said, "Mr. an, to tell you the truth, the three places in Huaxia every year, none of which can enter the preliminary round, are eliminated."

Huaxia's football has always been a soft spot. Many world-class events are attended by Huaxia's teams, but it's just to make up a large number of players. Originally, the common people used to feel that the European and American football players are superior to the Chinese in their innate physical quality, but watching the teams of Island and Bangzi countries march forward bravely in the world-class events, Many Chinese people are cold.

It's not a matter of race at all, because if it's really related to race, the island countries and Bangzi countries will not be as serious as they are in the world-class League. The problem is not the objective problem of race, but the problem of Chinese players.

The Chinese players are too spoiled. They have nearly 200 yuan of food every day and they also threaten to eat rubbish. Compared with the players of Bangzi country and island country, it's already a paradise.

"I'm sorry to say that."

Wang Weijie sighed, "the team in our country has always been like this. We can only show our face and ask for a signature from the top stars."

There are too many helplessness in Wang Weijie's words. His heart is high and his life is not strong. He wants to win glory for his country, but there are 11 people on the court. Even if two people are tired, it is difficult to win.

"I'll go back by car now. You guys practice first. I'll contact my brothers when I get back." Ansudong hang up.

"Brother, do you play football?" Driver master is an old fan, came to the interest way: "which team?"

"Penglai football team." Ansu East Road.

"Ha

When the driver braked, he almost threw an Sudong out. He was dissatisfied and said, "master, what are you doing? It's very dangerous to do this?"

The driver turned to hold an Sudong's hand. "I watched the match between you and Dongling football team. To tell you the truth, I haven't watched the national football team for many years. I felt sad and disgusted. But out of curiosity about your team, I watched the broadcast of the match. I didn't expect that you still won. It's a miracle. Now are you going to participate in the world football league?"