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Just as Zhang Yitian was about to leave, he suddenly asked, "Master, where are you going?"

Zhang Yitian smiled knowingly: "Go find money!"

The Tang Brothers and the two looked at each other in confusion. Could it be that all the money was on the streets? You can find the money when you go out?

These two brothers were lost in their thoughts, when they came back to their senses, Zhang Yitian's car had already sped up and ran far away.

Zhang Yitian headed directly to Lin Xi. He used the little money he had left to buy some high-grade fruits and gifts, and then headed straight for the building with the highest Linxi.

The Fire Beacon Tower had a total of fifty floors, and in a city like Linxi, it could already be considered a top-level building. The top of the tower was 180 meters tall, and when one looked from afar, they would see the silver-white structure that was like a steel wedge embedded in the Linxi, and only at close proximity would one be able to see its majesty and grandeur.

In the past, Zhang Yitian only looked at this building from afar. If he really stood at its feet, that kind of dignity and grandeur was simply indescribable.

In the central office on the top floor of the building, there was a person leading the way for this gigantic commercial empire, as well as the chairman of the board of directors for the Beacon Group — He Feng.

Zhang Yitian truly had no other choice, he could only borrow money from He Feng.

In the past, he did not want other people's capital to get into his own business. Even if it was He Feng's one million, he still wouldn't feel at ease.

Right now, he was truly somewhat forced to do so.

As long as he did not have the investment of money, his career that seemed to have a limitless future would easily fall apart. Forget about earning money, even if he was in a highly indebted situation, thinking about it would make Zhang Yitian felt cold on his spine.

Now, as long as there was another million, Zhang Yitian could make a breeding base. As for the remaining money, it would be enough to build a few small scale sheds.

If it really wasn't possible, Zhang Yitian had already prepared to give out shares to He Feng as the price.

He Feng's office was extremely spacious. He usually loved calligraphy, so the good thing about the office was that his calligraphy could be displayed anywhere.

He Feng was supposed to receive a distinguished guest today. This person was extremely famous in the entire Linxi;

Jin Jie was still young, only in his early forties, but his forehead was already bald. The hair around him was thick, and his curvy hair fell directly onto his shoulders.

Ginger was of full blood, though it was hard to tell if he was born this way or in a retro outfit.

Jin Jie was the honorary president of the Linxi Calligraphy Association and also a calligrapher in the entire province.

He Feng also had some fame, but compared to this Master Jin, he was not even worth mentioning.

When nine o'clock arrived, Jin Jie arrived at Fire Beacon Tower. For this reason, He Feng even went downstairs to welcome him.

Jin Jie wore a Tang suit jacket with a wide white pants and a pair of handmade cloth shoes that made him look like he was walking on wind.

Jin Jie revealed the arrogance of a scholar. Even if it was someone like He Feng, he would definitely not put him in his eyes.

He Feng went to receive him, and after a bunch of pleasantries, Jin Jie actually followed him upstairs without saying a word.

Because of this, He Feng felt a little awkward. After all, everyone in the building was a subordinate, and there was no one who could make him beg like this.

What He Feng had his eyes on was not the thin golden body that Jin Jie had shown him, but something that he had never seen before.

Even if Jin Jie was arrogant, He Feng would happily endure it. Who asked him to beg for help today?

When they arrived at the office on the top floor of the building, He Feng personally brewed a glass of whisky with bamboo egg in order to receive the calligrapher.

He Feng had heard that Jin Jie liked good wine a long time ago. He Feng then handed it over, and a sweet fragrance that permeated through the lungs assaulted his nostrils.

Ginger's eyes popped out of his head. Seeing his change, He Feng laughed to himself in his heart.

"How is it? Master Jin! " He Feng sat in front of Jin Jie and poured a cup for himself.

"Good …" "Alright, alright, alright …" "This is really good wine!" Jin Jie shouted a dozen times. I never thought that the Director He would still have such good wine! "

He Feng laughed non-stop in his heart. He thought that at least there was something that could arouse your interest, and I'm even reluctant to take one of these bamboo egg. If I give you one, I'll only have five left …

He Feng casually laughed: "This is the only gift that friend has. I left it especially for Master Jin as well!"

A smug look appeared on Jin Jie's face. The feeling of being embraced by the big boss was truly wonderful. He likes it, he likes it extremely much!

"To be honest, I, Jin, have also drunk a lot of good wine, but this is the first time I've seen your wine!"

Jin Jie thought that He Feng had moved closer to him, and said evilly: "Director He, if my guess is not wrong, what other things did you add?"

He Feng laughed: "Mr Jin is truly worthy of being a master, his calligraphy is outstanding, and his ability with wine research is astonishing!"

Ginger chuckled with pride, showing his white teeth.

He Feng realized that this man really likes to be praised by others, so he decided to give him what he wanted, and praised you a few more times, but you better leave me a few treasures and calligraphy skills …

He Feng took a carefully preserved bamboo egg from the refrigerator and showed it to Jin Jie: "This is the treasure!"

"Eggs?" Jin Jie looked at He Feng in shock, and seemed to be in disbelief.

"…" Jin Jie muttered arrogantly in his heart, thinking that He Feng was the big boss after all, he couldn't be this deceptive. An egg, what did he have to do with alcohol?

Seeing that Jin Jie didn't believe it, He Feng poured himself a cup of wine and lightly knocked the egg with his silver chopsticks to make a hole. Then, he poured out a few drops of egg juice from the hole.

"Mr Jin, give it a try!" He Feng once again carefully withdrew the bamboo egg.

Ginger looked at it in disbelief, then put his nose close to the glass and took a good sniff. That's right, it was this fragrance!

Ginger was so surprised that his mouth grew wide and his eyes widened.

"Is this true?" Ginger shouted.

He Feng nodded his head, he took a sip of his own wine, and his face revealed a pleased look.

Ginger's gluttony was completely aroused. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and took another sip of wine. "Good stuff! Good stuff! Where did you get this from the Director He? How about two catties? "

He Feng laughed and snorted: "To be honest, this is a gift from my little friend, and the two catties you mentioned … Hehe, Mr Jin, do you know how much I spent on this egg? "

Ginger shook his head.

"I bought fifty pills and spent a total of two hundred thousand!"

Ginger lost his balance and slid under the sofa.

Ginger stood up, embarrassed, and sighed in disbelief. "Two hundred thousand?"

"Hehe!" If there are more in the future, I can just gift some to Mr Jin! " Only then did He Feng reveal his intentions, "I still have five pills, one egg, how about Mister's real deal?"

Jin Jie was startled, then looked at He Feng as if he had suddenly realized something, and thought to himself, So you, brat, were waiting for me here?

Jinjie is not stupid. His current calligraphy skill's market price has already risen to one hundred thousand yuan. Today, I wrote you a calligraphy piece. When the time comes, you'll have a basket of eggs.

However, this egg was indeed mysterious. Even Ginger's gluttony had been lured out of his mind.

But thinking about it, writing was not something he could do easily, but eggs weren't common. If that was the case, then eggs were still better.

Jin Jie was straightforward: "Done! That was a deal! I will write five, He Feng, give me the eggs in your hands! "

He Feng solemnly nodded his head, and considered to have agreed to this transaction.

He Feng would never do this, he was definitely going to earn big this time!

In He Feng's office, there was a long and slender wooden table made out of redwood. The four legs of the table were carved into the shape of four mountain peaks.

He Feng led Jin Jie to the long table, where they had long since prepared the brush, ink, and paper.

After seeing He Feng's situation, Jin Jie shouted "Okay" and was about to make his move.

Just as He Feng stood beside Jin Jie, his phone suddenly rang.

When He Feng flipped it over, he realized it was Zhang Yitian.

He Feng was surprised, this brat did not contact him in time. He called suddenly, most likely because he had something to attend to.

"Brother Yutian?" He Feng spoke into the microphone, "You're that free?"

Zhang Yitian was in the lobby of the Fire Beacon Tower. He looked at the sign in front of the elevator and said: "Brother Feng, I'm downstairs. I passed by today to visit you!"

He Feng chuckled, thinking that since this brat didn't come to see him today, it was most likely because he had something to discuss with him.

"Alright, just you wait. I'll send my men down!"

Zhang Yitian waited for a while on the first floor before the elevator opened with a "ding" sound. A young man in his thirties walked out.

The young man immediately walked to Zhang Yitian's side and greeted politely: "Hello Director Zhang, I am Director He's secretary. My name is Xie Cong, Director He has asked me to come and pick you up!"

Zhang Yitian turned his head and saw that the other party was smiling.

Xie Cong had never seen Zhang Yitian before, but before he came down, He Feng had explained everything clearly: "Look at the hall on the first floor, there is a rustic young man who is my brother!"

But Zhang Yitian had changed his appearance. Not only did he look much younger, he looked even more handsome.

Upon seeing Zhang Yitian, Xie Cong was startled, and a little hesitation appeared in his eyes.

When Xie Cong heard this, he thought that Zhang Yitian was in his early thirties, with the appearance of a successful person. But Zhang Yitian looked to be at most twenty years old.

How old is this kid? How could he be brothers with someone of the Director He's level?

However, Xie Cong did not immediately reject and specifically asked: "Sorry, may I ask if you are Mr. Zhang Yitian?"

Xie Cong looked around, only to see that there was no one else in the hall other than Zhang Yitian.

Zhang Yitian smiled as before, "Yes, I am Zhang Yitian!"

Xie Cong was surprised, really?

This was too unbelievable. Just how did this brat do it? The group leaders wanted to squeeze their heads out to ask He Feng a question, but why would He Feng give them so much attention? He Feng had said that he couldn't get himself out, otherwise, he would have to go downstairs to pick him up.

Xie Cong was stunned for a long time before he waved his hand in front of his eyes, "Brother? "What's wrong?"

Xie Cong immediately came back to his senses, and beamed with joy and excitement. He Feng's brother, actually called him brother, this was the greatest of honors!