Chapter 1791 OK

To be honest, Mr. Wang felt a little happy when he saw so many people parked downstairs or on the roadside, looking at his car. When he thought that those people were still employees of Feng Yiping, he felt even more happy. .

How about it, envy it!

Is this car more sparkly than Feng Yiping’s?

He would not normally have such childish emotions, but who said this was Feng Yiping's territory?

He quite enjoyed Feng Yiping's subordinates looking at him with such admiration.

If he knew that Feng Yiping's men looked at him and the car, their eyes were not admiration, but they wanted to know which prodigal second generation ancestor was sitting in the car.

Or maybe you want to know which idiot actually drove a car that was selling shabu-shabu and used Jiasheng Business Center as a show venue. He would be pissed to death if he thought about this.

But at this time, he was completely immersed in the pleasure of self-righteousness, so he was not too polite to talk to his father's secretary.

In fact, in normal times, he was quite polite to Director Yang, because Lao Yang was his father's absolute confidant and a powerful right-hand man who helped him deal with a lot of troubles.

In front of his father, on many occasions and on many things, Lao Yang's words were more effective than Mr. Wang's own words.

I am not Lao Chen.

Old Chen is an employee of their Wang family, but Director Yang is not. He is also a national cadre. He has reached the department level and is already a senior cadre.

However, because he was tightly tied to Mr. Wang, although he felt that Mr. Wang's words were a bit harsh at this time, he still explained patiently, "It's only been the past two days. What I mean is, it's best not to be here." years ago,"

"You mean you want Feng Yiping to live comfortably and happily this year?" Mr. Wang was really unhappy.

Why can't it be launched on New Year's Eve so that he can't eat either the New Year's Eve dinner or the reunion dinner?

Director Yang smiled and said, "Mr. Wang, please listen to my explanation."

"Didi," the other party actually hung up on him.

Director Yang was stunned, this is true!

To be honest, I have carefully arranged this for so long, mainly just to vent your anger, and it has nothing to do with my work at all, okay?

Are you so ungrateful?

He shook his head and dialed a number.

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Mr. Wang actually hung up Director Yang's call because his car was stopped.

A man wearing a uniform that he was very familiar with and looking like he was familiar with the sun-tanned person, who was Mr. Wang’s colleague a few months ago, stood in the middle of the road a few hundred meters ahead, stretching straight. Hands on, motioning for him to stop.

Thinking that this is Jiaqiang's territory, and the guys in Jiaqiang, no matter what position they are in, are relatively sexy, and the speed of my car is not slow, if he catches me driving and talking on the phone, I may get into trouble. Necessary trouble, Mr. Wang hung up the phone easily.

There was a problem at this time that even he didn't think about.

Even on Chang'an Street, he would carelessly drive and talk on the phone without worrying at all. Why is he so self-conscious here?

Not to mention hitting him without slowing down, Mr. Wang just stopped the car in the middle of the road.

Fortunately, there were only some people on duty in the business district at this time. There were no cars on the road at this time, so it didn't matter if he was parked like that.

Of course, although he had some scruples, Mr. Wang would not be so good-tempered that he would take the initiative to ask the security guard why he was stopped. He just sat in the car and looked at the security guard coldly.

This uniform is really rubbish. How could I wear it for so many months in the first place? How many months had he actually worn it?

And this face? Mr. Wang couldn't help but look at the mirror. Although he had put a lot of effort into maintaining it, he had still tanned a lot in those few months, and it looked like an irreversible tan.

Feng Yiping!

"Sir, sir," a cry brought Mr. Wang, who was gritting his teeth, back to his senses.

Why does this cry sound familiar and friendly? Oh, by the way, my original partner had this accent.

Oh bah, what partner?

The security guard seemed to know how valuable the car was and didn't even knock on the window - of course, he might have been too lazy to bend down.

Mr. Wang decided not to argue with him and lowered the window, "What's the matter?"

"Sir, there is a speed limit in our business district. Your speed is too fast, which may affect the personal safety of yourself and others. The Chinese New Year is coming, so please be sure to consider yourself, your family and others,"

"Are you here to discuss business? If you can't find a place, I can take you there. If you are going to the hotel, turn right at the next intersection and go straight."

Mr. Wang glanced at the security guard coldly and said nothing. He raised the window and the Veyron buzzed again and drove forward. The speed of the car did not seem to slow down much, but the direction was towards an exit.

Just leave.

The security guard looked at Weihang's butt and shook his head. This man looked very young. Why was he still so half-assed?

He actually drove a car here to get to know someone. Do you think he is a sa?

I don’t even think about it, where are we? Who is our boss?

Wait, why did he stop again? They were all so clear to him, and he didn't know how to stay away.

Mr. Wang also had to stop because he was older, oh no, his father, Mr. Wang, called him.

Mr. Wang seemed to be in a bad mood. As soon as the call was connected, he asked with all his face, "Do you have any good ideas?"

"I...," Mr. Wang said, don't you still know if I have any ideas?

"Then just wait," Mr. Wang said.

I just asked a question, and Mr. Wang also felt a little annoyed.

Listening to his father's voice, he seemed to want to end the call. Mr. Wang was about to hang up the phone. Unexpectedly, he asked again, "Do you know what time it is now? Do you still have the consciousness you should have?" Um?"

Lao Wang really hung up the phone this time.

What time is it now? consciousness?

Mr. Wang looked around blankly and glanced at a "Celebrate the Spring Festival" banner. Oh, that's right.

Tomorrow is New Year's Eve. At this time, everyone must work hard to create a happy and peaceful atmosphere and avoid things that may cause greater controversy.

Speaking of which, the old man was right. His request could really be said to be a sign of lack of awareness.

If Director Yang is asked to start tomorrow, it will not only embarrass Feng Yiping.

It’s easier on you! Mr. Wang looked at the surrounding high-rise buildings belonging to Feng Yiping and said, "If it doesn't work tomorrow, it won't work. That's fine. Just wait for the New Year gift we give you!"

The security guard quickly caught up with him again. When he saw the car in front, he roared again and sped out.

Fortunately, I went out this time.

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Feng Yiping was currently in the suite on the top floor of the hotel, eating a bowl of hand-made noodles.

His brother-in-law asked him to have dinner at his house, and his sister also invited him to her house for dinner.

But now that everyone is back, the first priority is of course busy with work.

Besides, it’s better to save the belly for dinner at home.

Even now, the more he eats and the more delicious it is, the happier his parents are.

If your stomach is full at this time, you will definitely have to complain when you go home at night.

He even drank the soup, wiped his mouth, and walked to the table, "How is it? Is there anything else you want me to do?"

Hearing his question, Jin Ling and Mei Yiliang, who were handing over related work at the table, waved in unison, "Go, go, I don't need your help here. Just take the time to call everyone and say hello."

"Okay, I'll go fight now," but halfway through, he turned back and said, "I can really be on duty during the Spring Festival,"

"Forget it, it's rare for you to stay at home for a few days. If I arrange for you to be on duty in the provincial capital, let's see what your mother will say to me. It's decided this year. During the Spring Festival, I'll take care of it," Mei Yiliang said.

"Then I won't be polite to you," Feng Yiping smiled, asking his uncle to work harder, but he didn't feel any pressure at all.

What does it matter if you take advantage of your own people?

He sat next to the phone, followed the list Jin Ling gave them, and first called Zhou Xingyu, who was about to leave home in the afternoon to celebrate the New Year, "Mr. Zhou, you have worked hard this year again, thank you very much! I am sending you New Year greetings in advance, red envelope Don’t forget to leave it for me..."

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Feng Jiachong, it was only around two o'clock in the afternoon. Feng Zhenchang stayed in the kitchen at this time and started preparing dinner with Mei Qiuping. The phone rang, "I'll answer it."

"Is it Yiping?"

"Yes, he said he would be back very late in the evening, and he also said he had agreed with Lao Huang and the others to have dinner at his house that night,"

Mei Qiuping thought for a while, "That's fine,"