Chapter 1759 The Best Is yet to Come

Those people who were quite happy just now, no matter how slow they were, now vaguely understood that they were probably happy in vain. Mr. Wang was still Mr. Wang, and he was always Mr. Wang.

Just because he wanted to learn from other company leaders and treat everyone to a meal at the end of the year, he was rare to be gentle, looked at everyone for a while, and then arbitrarily thought that he had changed a lot compared to a few months ago.

People like them have neither the need to change nor the pressure that may force him to change, so how can they change?

In this way, he is just a little more mature, and knows how to use some means to win people's hearts in some occasions.

No, strictly speaking, it is not mature at all. It is really nothing for the boss to treat his subordinates to a meal at the end of the year and drink a few glasses with everyone. It's just that he has been too lazy to do it before.

The reason why he decided to do this this time is probably because he saw some things in the past few months and felt that such a small trick would work well.

So, did he really go abroad in the past few months?

No one could imagine where Mr. Wang was and what he did in the past few months.

Of course, not knowing these things is definitely a good thing for them, otherwise, it is very likely not just a matter of work and future.

Only Lao Chen knew where Mr. Wang was in the past few months. He was also immersed in the joy brought by Mr. Wang's changes before, but just now he realized that Mr. Wang had changed a little, but it was not the kind of change he imagined.

But he was still happy for him.

In any case, if you are willing to do something you didn't want to do before, it is a kind of progress.

Even if the words of thanks he just said to me and the invitation to his home for dinner were not from the heart, Lao Chen still felt relieved.

In his opinion, Mr. Wang could go against his own sincerity, say such words, and do such things, which really showed a lot of growth.

Is it easy for him to grow at this age and in such conditions?

Mr. Wang looked at his cars carefully in the garage. Compared with the people who had sat in the cars, he really loved these cars. At this time, he not only wiped the cars very carefully, but also squatted down to see if there was any dust on the surface of the cars. Sometimes he would mutter a few words, as if he was chatting with these cars.

"It's still the same maintenance as before. Let the most stable Xiao Wei take care of it. Don't worry, it's in the same good condition as before," Lao Chen knew that these in the warehouse might be what Mr. Wang was most concerned about in the past few months, so he was naturally not careless.

Mr. Wang looked a little unhappy, as if Lao Chen had interrupted his communication with these friends. He didn't comment on Lao Chen's words. He sat in the friends' cars one by one, started them, closed his eyes, and listened carefully to their voices. As a result, it was really as Lao Chen said. These cars were still in good condition as when he was there.

He finally chose Lamborghini.

When Lao Chen saw that he had fastened his seat belt, he quickly opened the door on the passenger side. The next moment, Mr. Wang looked at him coldly. Under his cold gaze, Lao Chen quickly stepped back. Yes, Mr. Wang's car is not for him to sit in. It's already very good that he can say those words and send those invitations. What are you thinking about?

"I'll put my bag down," he said awkwardly, pointing at Mr. Wang's bag in his hand.

The Lamborghini roared out of the garage and suddenly stopped again. Lao Chen, who was about to drive the A6, saw that Mr. Wang seemed to be waving at him, so he hurried over again.

"Do you know what the old man is going to do?" Mr. Wang rolled down the window a little.

He had actually been thinking about this question all the way. How should he deal with Feng Yiping? After thinking about it, he felt it was really difficult.

That guy now has strength, fame, and influence.

What's more annoying is that no matter whether it is strength, fame, or influence, it is world-class.

The key is that he earned all this by himself, without the support of the state, and without taking advantage of the state and the collective.

In other words, if you want to find trouble with him according to the previous routine, you really can't find it. This is a rich man who really has no problems and no original sin. Whether it is social responsibility or charity, he is impeccable. Therefore, he is still the idol and pride of many people in China.

In this case, it is really difficult to deal with him. Mr. Wang racked his brains but couldn't come up with any good ideas.

Lao Chen bent his waist low, "This time, Director Liu is leading the matter, and the leader seems to be quite satisfied, but I really don't know what's going on now."

The next moment, the Lamborghini rushed out from his side with a gust of wind.

Mr. Wang didn't believe that although it was led by the old man's secretary, you didn't know what the arrangements were.

I asked you just to be prepared when I talk to the old man later, but you don't even understand this.

Mr. Wang once again felt that this old Chen was really old and couldn't keep up with his pace.

Old Chen stood there speechlessly, holding his breath. What exhaust!

But I haven't finished talking yet, why are you still so impatient?

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In Mantingfang, Feng Yiping pointed at Mr. Zhou, who looked like a craftsman and had greeted Huang Jingping before, and introduced him, "This is Mr. Zhou, a master of arts and crafts and an outstanding inheritor of folk culture in my country."

Mr. Zhou looked up at the tycoon in front of him, nodded slightly, and continued to concentrate on the work in front of him.

He didn't know these people in front of him very well, but he knew who they were. Several of them were among the richest people in the world, but so what?

With his style, not only did no one think he was arrogant, but they all admired him.

When these people present were working hard, didn't they all turn a blind eye to their surroundings?

These masters who are at the top of a field should have some temper.

They quietly watched Mr. Zhou put on his glasses, holding a hammer, and gently adjusted the painting that seemed to have taken shape. It was a horse, a galloping horse.

It looked like it was running with four hooves.

Feng Yiping walked behind Mr. Zhou and introduced the finished product on the screen, "This is Mr. Zhou's previous work, the Welcoming Pine."

Pine, especially the Welcoming Pine, has always been a favorite of our Chinese painters. The iron painting that combines Chinese painting techniques happens to be in the same place as the most famous Welcoming Pine in China, so they also have some preference for it.

"Look, these pine needles, thousands of densely packed, look no different from real pine needles, and each has its own shape, each different,"

Jobs walked up to take a closer look, touched it, and then looked at Mr. Zhou who was carefully shaping the horse, "These may be just a few strokes for the painter, but it's not that easy for them,"

People like him are obviously easy to have a good impression of Mr. Zhou who is so focused on his work and very ingenious.

So, as long as we have enough understanding of our culture, we will know that in fact, we have never lacked the spirit of craftsmanship.

"Yes, it's this pine needle. Even after they become proficient, they still need several hammers to make it well."

Everyone looked at the thousands of densely packed pine needles on this small iron painting, and suddenly felt that it was very difficult.

"These works were hammered out by them for a long time. You can look at Mr. Zhou's hands."

It was a pair of rough-looking hands, and there was an obvious crack on the middle finger of his right hand. "Making iron paintings requires heart, eyes, and hands, and pays attention to stability, accuracy, and ruthlessness, but this requires a long process. The wound on Mr. Zhou's hand was left decades ago."

Everyone looked at the vigorous and simple painting on the screen, and then looked at the table in front. At this time, Mr. Zhou, who was still working attentively, was not tall. His eyes suddenly changed. Even Jobs looked at him with some respect.

But watching him paint was really boring, especially the ladies. Although they all wanted to take the screen back home, they really couldn't get interested in watching Mr. Zhou working on the black iron.

Feng Yiping clapped his hands, "Okay, let's move on, the excitement is still to come,"

ps: Happy Chinese Valentine's Day, may all lovers in the world finally get married.