The first thing Wang Zijun saw was a woman wearing a professional suit. He secretly admired how wealthy this group was. Even a receptionist was so well-trained. He immediately nodded towards the woman and said, "I'll do it."

Find Mr. Zhao from your Zhenghong Group."

"Excuse me, sir, do you have an appointment?" The woman smiled brightly at Prince Jun and asked in a neither humble nor overbearing tone.

The moment the woman smiled sweetly, Wang Zijun suddenly discovered that this woman was actually a stunning beauty. Not only did she have bright eyes, but her beautiful legs were half covered under the exquisite skirt. She also had a delicate white and smooth skin.

And the mystery, looking at it, can't help but be evoked endless reveries.

"Qingwan, who are you?" Amidst the loud voice, a man in his thirties walked over. This man was wearing a suit and leather shoes, and his leather shoes were polished to a shiny shine. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his fair face, looking careless.

He looked at Wang Zijun and the two of them up and down a few times, with a hint of condescension on his face.

"Mr. Zhang, they just arrived." The woman named Qingwan looked at Mr. Zhang respectfully and replied calmly.

"Oh?" Manager Zhang nodded towards Qingwan, then turned to Wang Zijun and asked: "Who are you? What's the purpose of coming here?"

Before Wang Zijun could speak, Zhu Changyou hurriedly explained: "We are from Xihezi Township, Hongbei County, and this is our party committee secretary, Secretary Wang. We are here to talk to the Zhenghong Consortium about the construction of a grain and oil factory."

"The people in Hongbei County have been sent away by us a long time ago. How can you, a small country like you, negotiate cooperation with us? Mr. Zhao is currently resting and cannot receive guests. You should go back." Mr. Zhang heard this.

A certain villager in Hongbei County had a hint of impatience on his face, and waved his hands at Wang Zijun and Wang Zijun like they were swatting away flies.

Wang Zijun looked at Mr. Zhang's disdainful look and felt a little unhappy. He stopped Zhu Changyou who was about to speak and said rudely: "I came here because of the reputation of Zhenghong Group. I thought it was a big group.

It must be very bold. When I saw it on the spot today, I might as well have heard about it. How can I cooperate with such a nouveau riche company without a corporate culture? Don't tell me, even if you beg me, I won't come."

Ever since Mr. Zhang came to Jiangzhou City, he has been worshiped as the God of Wealth by officials of all sizes in the city and county. When you come to him, no matter what level of leader you are, you will always be greeted with a smile.

Be careful, how can anyone speak like Wang Zijun? Moreover, you dare to accuse Zhenghong Group of having no corporate culture! This, this is simply a huge insult to Zhenghong Group!

"What, what did you say?" Mr. Zhang's fair face began to turn red, he pointed at Wang Zijun and said sternly.

Wang Zijun originally had some thoughts about the cooperation with the Zhenghong Group, but at this time, when he saw how they bullied the small and were superior, his thoughts became much lighter. He thought to himself: With my ability,

According to the national grain and oil dragon

He can write a plan for the development trajectory of the head enterprise, not to mention anyone investing, even if he works alone, he can still run the grain and oil factory in the village prosperously. However, this also has disadvantages, the development speed is slow, and it is not conducive to

Implement the separation of government and enterprise.

"You should have heard what I said clearly, let's go." Wang Zijun said firmly, turned around and walked towards the stairs.

Seeing that Wang Zijun was about to leave, the receptionist known as Qingwan hurriedly said: "Two gentlemen, please stay. I see that you are also here for the grain and oil processing plant project. We, Mr. Zhao, are really not free right now. How about this, you guys?"

Please give me a copy of the prepared plan first so that I can convey it to our Mr. Zhao."

Seeing this long-legged beauty, who was 1.7 meters tall, whispering in a low voice, Wang Zijun pondered for a moment, then took out the plan, then turned and walked towards the stairs.

"What the hell? He's dragging you like two hundred and fifty thousand, isn't he just a country bumpkin, and he's so arrogant!" The general manager looked very ugly, and said bitterly before Wang Zijun walked down the stairs.

The master humiliated the minister and died. Now Zhu Changyou had already given up his heart on Wang Zijun. When he heard that his master was humiliated, he got angry. Just when he turned around and was about to fight the boy, his hand was grabbed by Wang Zijun.

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"Chang You, let's go. Being angry with such an uneducated villain is just to make things difficult for yourself. Don't worry, if there are a few more people like this in Zhenghong Group, the day of bankruptcy will not be far away!" The prince said

You are too lazy to argue with this kind of person, it is really a loss of status.

Just as Wang Zijun and the two walked down the stairs, a middle-aged man in pajamas walked out, rubbing his groggy eyes, and asked unhappily: "What was the noise outside just now?"

Mr. Zhang, who was so arrogant in front of Wang Zijun, hurriedly greeted the middle-aged man when he saw him coming out, with a flattering smile on his face: "Mr. Zhao, here are two ignorant country cadres, shouting and thinking.

They wanted to discuss cooperation with us, but at first glance they were not qualified. I was afraid of disturbing your lunch break, so I drove them away."

The middle-aged man in pajamas, known as Mr. Zhao, glanced at the woman at the front desk, and his eyes fell on the planning document written in fine calligraphy. Mr. Zhao was also a calligrapher, and he was surprised.

I picked up the pages of the planning book and read them.

There was a smile on Mr. Zhang's face. When he thought about it, his boss graduated from Harvard, so how could he read the planning document of a small country cadre? This is like eating big fish, big meat, delicacies from the mountains, and the sea, and it's so cold.

Seeing a plate of old pickles that are bland and tasteless, it is inevitable that you will be curious, but in the end you will not be able to put it on the table.

"Where are they?" After reading the last page of the plan, Mr. Zhao, who was engrossed in it, suddenly raised his head and asked Mr. Zhang loudly.

"Mr. Zhao, those two guys who don't know how high the sky is are already driven away by me. Just because they still want to see you is so stupid!" Mr. Zhang said with a smile.

"Pa", before Manager Zhang could finish speaking, Mr. Zhao slammed his palm on the table. He pointed at Manager Zhang's nose and said: "Hurry up and invite the guests who have been driven away.
Chapter completed!