The publicity officer did not dare to ask where this plan came from.

Zhang Heng looked puzzled: "What kind of good news is this?"

Accounting for 16%.

Finished.

The eighties.

Zhang Heng said earnestly: "We sell stinky tofu, so we have to shout about stinky tofu. We can't say it smells good against our will, and we can't stop people saying it smells bad.

"Well"

He understood that the Taoist priests of Maoshan at this time were just pretending to be the name of Maoshan.

Because he knows that as a leading local company, these people will donate with him. He will donate one million, the next will donate 900,000, the next will donate 800,000, and so on according to the size of their respective companies.

Zhang Heng was also speechless.

What Secretary Liu said was unpleasant.

Secretary Liu told the truth: "Maoshan Scenic Area is a national 5A scenic spot and a tourism project recommended by the Suzhou Culture and Tourism Bureau. I heard that tickets and souvenirs alone can sell for millions every day. What's more important is that

, a nursing home for veteran cadres has been built there, it’s not something you can move just by paying money.”

"ah?"

Zhang Heng didn't ask anyone else.

Without him, the next person who comes won’t be able to deal with us?

Our foundation is not clean, no one can overcome this hurdle."

Um.

Why did he donate police cars and helicopters?

But this time.

"Um?"

"boss Zhang."

"Three million, maybe."

"Yes, Mr. Zhang."

There are not many captain-level figures like Chai Ming in Handong.

Said.

"Based on previous years' standards, how much do we have to donate?"

certainly.

Secretary Liu's face was full of joy.

Lurk for a while longer and wait for the spiritual era.

Zhang Heng sat on the boss's chair: "At this stage, I am not suitable for being too public, but I don't want Yangjiang to get out of control. Even if this is the unstoppable trend of the times, I also hope to slow down a little. This is better.

transition."

night.

Yangjiang is a small place.

hehe

Zhang Heng doesn't quite understand Mr. Jiang's brain circuit.

Occasionally, there are two old Taoist priests who are not like the world, and practice meditation quietly, but in the end they are unable to rectify the Dharma, and their efforts are in vain.

Looking at Zhang Heng sitting on the boss's chair, constantly reviewing documents, he thought to himself: "If it were Mr. Zhuang, he would be happily opening champagne right now and calling his backer to announce the good news, right?"

The spiritual energy here has completely dissipated. The last group of Taoist priests who stayed at the mountain gate and have magic inheritance also went to Huangtu Realm. Only the preaching Taoists are left here, the kind of ordinary people who don't know magic and only chant sutras and observe precepts.

.

"The helicopter can allow the police to rush to the scene as soon as possible if necessary."

Zhang Heng added: "How are your talks with Suzhou about the contracting project for Maoshan Scenic Area?"

That's twenty years.

The combined profit proportion of the three accounts for only 25% of the total profit.

Qianglong Group.

Zhang Heng actually didn't care: "Don't do any internal review, otherwise you will be fooled, because with the death of Mr. Zhuang and the rectification within the group, many departments are panicked. The most important thing now is stability. Talking about moles,

In such a large company with tens of thousands of employees, who can be a mole and who cannot be a mole?"

Hear this.

Zhang Heng's face was full of helplessness, and then he looked at Secretary Liu who knocked on the door: "What's the matter?"

He is in a latent moment and is too lazy to be watched all the time.

what to do.

or.

Let him accompany Mr. Zhuang, Mr. Zhuang must also miss him very much.
Chapter completed!