Chapter Fourty-Six and Five: Dark Willows and Bright Flowers

After all, Song Changlong didn't have time to eat the lunch of Nanming. This morning, countless media flocked to Jinshan County to interview the fake Nanming incident. The current Lanshen Technology limelight is too strong, don't say goodbye Yes, the news that netizens pay attention to is good news, and now the news about the fake Nan Zong has been on the headlines for a long time, and it is quite popular on the Internet.

To be honest, where have people in Jinshan County seen such a posture? I was almost stunned by the crowd of reporters crowding the release hall, and there were even many blond guys among them. Even the foreign media were paying attention to this matter. This incident seemed to turn Jinshan County into an international focus. The county became famous all at once.

At the same time, all the members of the leadership team in Jinshan County were shameless, as if they had been slapped several times anyway and wanted to show their swollen faces to everyone.

After dealing with the reporters, the Bureau of Commerce also held a meeting to discuss the problems brought by the liar Nan Ming. The meeting was held right after the meal and lasted until after one o'clock in the afternoon.

Lao Liang of the Commerce Bureau said sadly: "Comrades, I have been deceived this time. I have to take the primary responsibility. I didn't see through the scammer's deception in time. Our leading cadres should learn from it, absorb and learn new things seriously, and understand society. We should not be limited to our own one-acre three-point land, we must learn from the young people today, try to accept new knowledge and new things, and we cannot refuse to learn because of fear..."

This time, as long as a few of them know something about Weibo, they may be able to see through the scam, and there will be no more troubles later.

After the meeting, the Bureau of Commerce ordered some fast food as a working meal. Lao Liang pulled Song Changlong and said, "Xiao Song, how is the big boss you are with here?"

"They wandered around for two days, but they haven't decided what to invest in yet. We are too poor here. I'm afraid the big boss will look down on us..." Song Changlong smiled wryly. In fact, he is used to this kind of thing. When the boss came, after wandering around, most of them shook their heads and left. On the one hand, they had no intention of investing, and on the other hand, they really had nothing to keep investors.

And once this happens, maybe there will be no big boss.

"However, I am really knowledgeable." Song Changlong shook his head and said, "This boss is very delicious and likes food. I have heard people say before that how rich people live, I have seen it yesterday. Yesterday afternoon , sent away that liar Mr. Nan... The boss said he invited me and Lao Zhu to dinner, and then guess what happened?"

Song Changlong looked around. Several heads of the Bureau of Commerce were all sitting in the conference room, having a meal together. Each of them was holding a lunch box and was cooking. Compared with the meal last night, it was really hard to swallow.

And thinking that Nanming should be inviting Lao Zhu to dinner now, Song Changlong wished he could fly over.

Alas, such a meal, I probably won't be able to eat it in my next life.

"What's the matter?" a staff member of the Bureau of Commerce asked, "In Jinshan County, we don't have much to offer other than Lao Zhu's place."

Is it a big deal to have a meal at Lao Zhu's place?

Lao Zhu's food is delicious and affordable, not expensive.

"No, this boss, he had someone transport a table of food directly from Qingyang. It took a total of two hours. When it was delivered to the table, the food was still hot." Song Changlong shook his head, recalling the delicious food. , "This craftsmanship, tsk tsk, I didn't say it, Lao Zhu's sweet and sour Yellow River carp is already a must in our Jinshan County, but after eating other people's Yellow River carp, Lao Zhu immediately took it..."

"It's better than Lao Zhu's sweet and sour Yellow River carp? That's the dragon meat in the sky!" Believe it or not, those who have eaten Lao Zhu's sweet and sour Yellow River carp must have it.

"I didn't lie to you. The Yellow River carp is nothing. There is a soup. After I finish drinking it, my soul will fly away..."

"Blow it, keep blowing it!" The people at the banquet didn't believe it, "Old Song, you shouldn't be soliciting business, you should be a storyteller."

"That's right, two hours? You're lying!" Another person counted with his fingers, "Two hours, even if there is a direct flight from Qingyang to here, it will take at least two hours, let alone from the airport to here." Here, it takes an hour, so it will be three hours."

"I'm also wondering, the direct flight from Qingyang to the city takes more than two hours, let alone serving the table..." Song Changlong also shook his head, "But then I asked, it seems that he is so big The boss's meals were not delivered by ordinary planes. I saw that it was a drone at the time...it was the thing that liar Nan Ming used to fool people. I was stunned for the food baskets on the fifth and sixth floors..."

"The more you talk, the more mysterious you become." Everyone didn't believe it.

Even if you are not a college student, how can you know some common sense? How can such a small drone fly more than a thousand kilometers with such a big thing?

"I guess you don't believe me." Song Changlong shook his head, "However, last night, the big boss said that today he wants to have lunch in the pavilion in the middle of Lao Zhu's pond. The scenery must be nice and elegant."

"Is he really planning to build a pavilion?" Everyone laughed, "Sure, when he finishes building it, let's go to Lao Zhu's to have a meal and try the elegance of the big boss."

"Then you should book a table now." Song Changlong took out his mobile phone, took out the photo album, and handed it to the people around him.

"No way!" The person who saw it first had his eyes straightened, "This is what... PS, it's a rendering!"

I saw in the photo that half of the corridor was built around the pond, and then there was another covered bridge leading directly to the center of the pond.

In the center of the pond, there is an additional two-story pavilion, which is antique and intriguing.

In the corner of the photo, Lao Zhu was sitting on the covered bridge with a fishing rod in his hand, smiling so hard that he could hardly see his eyes.

"I made a call last night, and when I went there at ten o'clock this morning, it was already built." Song Changlong said.

Everyone was amazed, and they all said that they must go and see it after work.

At this moment, Lao Liang, who had been silent all this time, said, "Xiao Song, you said that big boss loves food very much?"

"Yes." Song Changlong said.

"Could it be the one who made way for us yesterday?" Old Liang said again.

"Yes, Director." Song Changlong said, "But he is very generous, so he didn't say anything."

"I ate Lao Zhu's sweet and sour carp, a few stacks of cured meat, and some side dishes?"

"Secretary, you have a good memory." Song Changlong smiled, "But don't worry, the boss said, you don't have to pay for it."

If I remember correctly, Director Liang said that he would pay for the treat and make an apology out of his own pocket.

Lao Liang suddenly said nothing, and after a long while, he called a young staff member next to him and said, "So who, help me find the Weibo we read this morning..."

After the staff finished fiddling with it, Lao Liang put the phone in front of Song Changlong, pointed to the picture and said, "Does this picture look familiar to you?"

Song Changlong glanced at it, then put his hand in front of the picture to make gestures, pointed to an old Shanghai watch and said, "It was the picture taken by the big boss at that time, I remember, isn't this my hand?"

Lao Liang stood up with a thud, punched the table hard, and cursed bitterly, "I'm so confused!"

He never dreamed that when he was flattering the fake Nanming's stinky feet, the real Nanming, Mr. Nan of Lazy Technology, and the great Bodhisattva that they couldn't even ask for, were sitting beside him, watching with cold eyes.

And he also let this deity make way for the fake Nan Ming.

"Director, what's the matter?" Song Changlong was stunned, with a bad premonition in his heart.

But Lao Liang had already turned around and ran away, yelling as he ran, "Get me a car quickly, I'm going to the county...Xiao Song, come with me too!"

"What's the matter?" Song Changlong asked the young staff member.

The young staff member licked his lips and pointed to the name of the person who posted the Weibo on the top left of the Weibo.

Weibo name: Nanming Sanqian, authentication information: Lazy God Nanming.

Song Changlong's hand trembled and almost dropped the phone, but fortunately, the staff member had quick eyesight and quick hands and reached out to catch it.

"Xiao Song, why are you dawdling? Come on!" Old Liang ran faster than the young man.

The two got in the car, and Lao Liang called the director of the county office, saying that he asked to see the county magistrate, and there was a very important situation.

The director of the office over there was depressed, and said: "The boss is in a bad mood now, and he doesn't want to see anyone."

Anyone who has been humiliated by a lot of reporters for a long time will not be in a good mood, let alone the county magistrate Chen is a relatively straightforward person.

"This matter is very important, so you can tell the county magistrate that it may be possible to make up for it!" Old Liang said, "I can't explain the details on the phone, I'll be right there!"

When Lao Liang arrived at the county government, he grabbed Song Changlong and went straight to the county magistrate's office. He didn't even bother to knock on the door. He pressed his hand to the side of the phone: "Look, magistrate, yesterday you suspected that this is Lao Zhu's place. We all thought there was such a coincidence, but you read it right!"

He took Song Changlong's hand and made gestures beside him: "Here, this is Xiao Song, the director of the Second Investment Promotion Bureau. This is his hand, sleeve, and watch. That's right, it's him."

County Magistrate Chen stood up with a hush, fixed his eyes on the photo, and then held Song Changlong's hand to look at it repeatedly, making Song Changlong a little hairy.

I am a big old man's thick hand, what's so good about it?

Sleeves, clothes, watches and hands, all right.

"Have you met Mr. Nan? The real Mr. Nan?" County Magistrate Chen grabbed Song Changlong and asked.

"Ahem... County magistrate, you have seen it too..." Song Changlong flinched and said.

"Yesterday afternoon..." County Mayor Chen sat down, and then recalled the Weibo post by Nan Ming that he had never visited Jinshan County. remind.

However, the final development of the matter made the county magistrate Chen unwilling to think about it. Whenever he thought about it, his face became hot.

"County head?" Lao Liang reminded, maybe it's still too late to keep this true god!

"Let's go, prepare the car!"

"My car is down there!"

When the county magistrate Chen rushed to Lao Zhu's farmyard with a few people, Lao Zhu was fishing leisurely again. Seeing Song Changlong, he laughed and said, "Old Song, why did you come? The food is delicious." It's all gone!"

At noon today, he really opened his eyes.

"Nan... Where's Mr. Nan?" Song Changlong grabbed Lao Zhu and asked.

"Xiao Nan, he's already gone." Old Zhu said, just as he was about to shake the pole, he saw the county magistrate Chen and others coming behind him. Why, Lao Song, have you turned the corner?"

"You know?" Song Changlong stared wide-eyed, wanting to strangle Lao Zhu to death, this guy, knowing that he didn't say anything?

"Last night, after drinking that bowl of soup, I vaguely guessed it." Old Zhu said, "That bowl of soup is not worth billions, so I'm afraid I can't even afford it."

"What?" Song Changlong didn't understand at all, why he could recognize a bowl of soup.

"The lazy god is cooking in his private room, Mr. Nan's private room has a feast for the King of Pluto!" Old Zhu said.

Everyone was still at a loss.

Lao Zhu shook his head, with an expression of nothing to say to the illiterate, and said: "If I guessed correctly, the bowl of soup last night was called Mengpo soup, Mr. Nan opened a private restaurant in Qingyang. The bowl of soup last night, It is the appetizer soup of Pluto Banquet with the highest specification in this private kitchen. It can only be drunk when Mr. Nan is entertaining guests... There is no one other than Mr. Nan who can transport such a bowl of soup more than a thousand kilometers away to serve guests. other people?"

In fact, this is also because when Lazy God first opened the private kitchen, he once served Mengpo soup openly, which made this bowl of soup famous and has become a legend in the food industry.

But Lao Zhu just suspected it, and didn't dare to confirm it.

But at noon today, he tasted two more dishes, and this was the real confirmation.

Sansheng Stone and Naihe Bridge.

This name is clearly from the Pluto banquet!

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier!" Song Changlong was going crazy.

"You are in a hurry to leave in the morning, how can I have time to tell you? Besides, can I say these things in front of Mr. Nan? How do you want me, Lao Zhu, to behave?" Lao Zhu said.

Song Changlong jumped headfirst into the pond with his heart full.

"You just said Mr. Nan left, where did he go?" County Mayor Chen asked quickly.

"I don't know, I just said I have something to do and left." Old Zhu said.

"Hi!" County Mayor Chen wanted to hit the wall, how could he miss it like this?

"But don't worry!" Old Zhu said, "He will come back!"

"Why? How do you know?" Everyone's eyes widened.

"Because I, Old Zhu, are still here!" Old Zhu said with a reserved face.

Everyone has an expression on your face.

Old Zhu smiled. At noon today, he finally decided to go to Qingyang with Nan Ming. He also wanted to see what kind of effects Nan Ming's ability could produce with his sugar and ingredients, and Mr. Jiang's craftsmanship. miracle.

So no matter where Nan Ming goes, he should come to pick him up.

"They walked for less than half an hour, maybe you can catch up now." Old Zhu said again.

"There's so much nonsense, why didn't you say it earlier!" Song Changlong wished he could peel Lao Zhu alive.

Several people turned around and rushed out like when they came.

And when they went to chase Nanming, Nanming and the others had already driven on the road leading to Nanjia Town.

And at the same time, the liar Nan Ming looked at his hands in disbelief: "I really...have a special power?"

"It's not a special function, it's a permission, a fraudulent permission."