Chapter 1113

I've seen a car crash, and I've seen a shirt crash. I heard a word a while ago, it's called "face bump". It can be seen that nowadays, everything can be "bumped". The Chinese culture is really broad and profound, so when I meet "bumped rice" at the moment, I'll have more fun than worry.

Now the situation is: miss three and Zheng Yuqiu asked me to go to the surf to eat seafood; Vice Chairman Zhang invited me to Quanjude to eat roast duck; Qiu Meimei, or God bless, invited me to seed wine; Dongfang Ma asked me to go to tulip fishing resort... And Murphy planned to organize colleagues to go to Haidilao to eat hotpot tonight, and then to KTV to have a carnival, because it's from the valley of the moon The small team is also determined to participate, and the plan is more unlikely to change because of me.

Brother, there is no separation skill. No one is next to anyone in these places. Turn it all around. Where is eating? I'm a donkey friend, let alone talking about business. So I have to make trade-offs and trade-offs...

just at this time, my phone rings again. It's no coincidence. It's still for dinner! I was surprised, even more than just received Zheng Yuqiu's call - it was Li Xinghui!

I was a little confused, a little confused, didn't immediately give him a reply, hung up the phone, began to make a murmur in my heart.

Li Xinghui's dinner with Liu Xiaosheng at his own Beitian hotel tonight is a formal reconciliation in name, but in form, he no doubt bowed his head to Mr. Liu and pleaded with him. This is a reason that I can't refuse. It's reasonable that he invited me to eat this meal. There's nothing wrong. After all, in the conflict between him and Liu Xiaosheng, I made peace. If They reconcile this kind of thing. Instead of me, he will be suspected of crossing the river and demolishing the bridge...

but I can't understand why he has to entertain Mr. Liu today? If this product and Zhangjia father and son are wearing a pair of pants, how can they not know that they also invite me to dinner at night? Isn't this a tension table?

I can't ignore this little contradiction. I always believe that "details can decide success or failure". This is what the old man taught me. I still remember an old English ballad he told me when he was a child:

a nail is missing and a horseshoe is missing.

Lost a horse paw, lost a war horse.

Lose a horse, lose a battle.

He lost a battle and destroyed a dynasty. Richard III and Henry Tudor fought in the Bosworth plain, because the horseman and the blacksmith nailed a nail less when they put the horseshoe on the horse, which eventually led to the fall of the horseshoe, the fall of the horse, the escape of the horse, the decline of the morale of the soldiers, and the retreat of one after another The dynasty collapsed...

between me and Zhang Mingjie, it was also a war. It was just a secret war without gunpowder. I dare not ignore any details, because Zhang Mingjie was a person who paid more attention to details than me.

The stepmother is an old man's student. She also believes in the saying "details determine success or failure". She likes the four poems in the innocent prophecy by William Blake, the British poet: one sand, one world, one flower, one heaven, two hands holding infinity, and the moment is eternity.

They taught me a truth from childhood: everything in life is made up of many details, so what determines the result must be some details in the whole thing, to observe, to discover, to analyze these details, to master this method, and finally to see, to know, and then to nip the problem in the bud I still can't see and know, but the reason why I can struggle in all kinds of whirlpools, lazy and ordinary, depends on such attitude and way of doing things?

From a small point of view, is it a coincidence or a conspiracy for Li Xinghui to "bump into rice" with his father and son?

If the former, it proves that my reasoning may be wrong. The relationship between Li and Zhang is far less complicated than I thought. If they are people on a ship, and the situation evolves to such a degree today, there is no reason for them not to communicate or tacit understanding. You should know that if there is a slight difference, what they put in is their own lives...

the details determine the results, which is a small difference I have to rearrange my thinking: Niu Chengjin, the director of the Municipal Bureau, is bound to be related to the boat of sand, which is indisputable, but is Li Xinghui the main messenger behind it? Is Li Xinghui related to Niu Chengjin and Sha Zhizhou? There is no substantial evidence to prove these two problems. Zhang Mingjie is the person who brought the boat of sand to Liu Xiaosheng's banquet. Although there is no direct evidence, this is the most logical guess obtained by the exclusion method... The contradiction appears. If Zhang Mingjie and Li Xinghui are not on the same boat, Li Xinghui did not instruct Zhang Mingjie to hire the boat of sand to deal with me on the condition of huge loan , so what is Zhang Mingjie's motivation? We both have some small grudges in public and private, but we don't want to kill me for this? I firmly believe that until the start of the high-level meeting, the tension of taking advantage of the public opinion did not see me as a threat to his company, so it is not necessary to hire someone to kill me. Even if he really wants to deal with the problem in such a way, the goal should not be me. If he did it directly or Murphy would not end it?

Zhang Jia and his son didn't deal with me, or through me to deal with Xu Heng's motivation, Li Xinghui had, but although he and shazhizhou had appeared at Liu Xiaosheng's banquet that night, shazhizhou had invitation cards, and Dongdong could never be the last guest that was not welcomed by liugongzi, Lao Li could provide himThe original smooth logic has been destroyed. It seems that everything has a slight connection, but it can't help deliberating.

So I hope that tonight's "rice bump" is not a coincidence, but a conspiracy!

Li Xinghui and Zhangjia's father and son deliberately confused me, so they planned to "bump into rice" and tear down each other... But what's their purpose of doing this? Guess I'm already doubting them? There's no reason. I think about it carefully. My previous performance didn't show any flaws...

Li Xinghui's phone call made my mind confused.

Therefore, I decided not to eat the roast duck of tension, nor to go to the Beitian hotel to see Li Xinghui and Liu Gongzi's vaingness and grievance - to cope with all changes without change, I wait, I give tension a week to consider my conditions, then I wait for him a week, if my previous guess is correct, I believe that the boat of sand will appear! As long as the boat of sand appears, everything has an answer.

I also pushed Qiu Meimei and Tianyou. I'm not fond of or suitable to go to places like wine. I think Qiu Meimei can accept this reason. As for Tianyou, we'll live in the opposite door. If she has a chance to talk with me at any time, she doesn't have to go to the place where she works.

There are still two appointments left, which are typical of a public and a private person: three young ladies and Dongfang ma... The former can decide the future of Fengchang, and the latter can control the future of Dongfang's young lady...

it seems that it's a difficult two choice problem to make a choice, but for me it's very simple -

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"can't you drive faster, little night? That woman can say that we are going to be late for lunch. Maybe tomorrow morning, the East will fly to Paris... "Selfish, I don't want that to happen, but what I say is quite thoughtful. I don't deny that it's a cover up, a cover up of my heart.

"Can't you see? Traffic jam! " Winter night ten fingers tapping the steering wheel, two eyes staring at the car in front, it seems to be looking forward to the use of mental power to move it away, no good airway: "I am more urgent than you! It's really inconvenient to drive this Passat without siren or warning light. It's also necessary to abuse power. Little Oriental, little Oriental, you can't go... "

I sighed in my heart, you're not driving this car to be fresh. It's true to obey orders... When I don't know, I go to the Municipal Bureau at noon, and I walk into Linzhi's office, you The technical section of our serious case team immediately got into the car and tried to find the clues related to Xu Heng. Otherwise, how could Lin Zhi let Wang Xiaomeng spend such a long time without any chance to produce a record to emphasize my importance to the Jiang family? Aren't you trying to buy time for those guys?

With Xu Heng's caution, even if they disassembled the car into parts, they probably couldn't find a hair of Xu Heng. But I guess at this time, all the information about the car found by the traffic police team has been put on Lin Zhi's desk, including the picture of "Xu Xiaoyou", but it's still in vain... Even if sister Hu took the picture of Xu Xiaoyou, I'm afraid she couldn't recognize it That's Chu Xiaohua, who lives opposite my home, Xu Heng, who has already arrived at this stage, so that's why he let Tianyou "pretend" to be a girl?

If we pay attention to and control the details, Xu Heng is also a master...

"little sister, we won't be late?" Although there was plenty of time, Chu Yuan was still very nervous. Without waiting for sister Hu to answer, she turned to me and said, "brother, are you sure you can persuade Oriental mother not to let her study abroad?"

Smelly girl's big eyes twinkled and her small mouth closed tightly, as if if I shook her head, she would immediately burst into tears...

Where is the alternative? Seeing smelly girl's expression, I have no choice at all - I don't want to see Chu Yuan's tears, nor do I want to see Oriental tears, nor do I want to make a simple promise So, I did not hesitate to put the third lady's pigeon.

Since I'm trying to stand her up, of course I won't tell her that I won't be here tonight.

It's very ungenerous, but it's just right for the third miss. I wanted to see her before, but she kept hiding. Now she offered to meet me. What if I also wanted to hide?

I can't understand that feeling better than...