As a person involved, Lu Heng was not clear about the concept of approaching a hundred adults to act together.

But along the way, the huge delegation of dealers really attracted a lot of attention.

Zhao Hua, the vice president, should also be in charge of the factory. When he was a guide, he introduced things in a clear and logical manner, and some of the selling points for car sales seemed more authentic and reliable than ordinary sales consultants.

The first day after arriving in Beijing was spent visiting the headquarters of Hyundai.

Dinner and accommodation are all paid for by Hyundai headquarters, which is a big expense, but compared to the benefits brought to them by these one hundred dealers, it seems like a drop in the bucket.

After dinner, Lu Heng stood in the hotel corridor and called his mother. Chen Rong knew that he had come to Beijing and asked him to get together with Lin Su.

However, Lu Heng's schedule is a bit tight, and he may not be able to see his girlfriend during this trip to Beijing.

The corridor is very wide, so standing aside will not disturb anyone passing by.

But sometimes, it's not you who blocks others that causes others to bump into you.

Ding!

There was a soft beep in the elevator, and someone walked out of the elevator. They were five or six men. The smell of alcohol showed that they had drunk a lot.

"Old Zhou, I didn't expect to see you again this year. I thought your spot in Hunan was taken away by someone else. It seems that the overall sales in Hunan are not very good!" A bald man made a noise.

He said, his tone unceremonious.

Lao Zhou was another man wearing a short T-shirt. When he heard what the bald man said, he frowned and said, "Mr. Wang, although our sales at Huhai Company are not as good as yours, they are still pretty good. How can you say something so unflattering?"

"

"Hey, you're tough!" Mr. Wang smiled disdainfully. Maybe he drank too much and staggered when he walked.

With a stagger, he unexpectedly stabbed Lu Heng.

"Old Wang!"

"Mr. Wang!"

Shouts of surprise rang out one after another, and the bald man staggered a little too hard and smashed straight towards the young man beside the wall.

If it was smashed hard, it would definitely be very painful.

If this young man had dodged, Mr. Wang's bald head would have hit the marble wall, and his head would have been badly bruised.

At this moment, almost everyone looked at Lu Heng who was on the phone, hoping that he wouldn't run away. The pain would only last for a while, but it would be bad if it bleeds.

Lu Heng's brows instantly furrowed, and before he had time to think, he stretched out his left hand.

The generous palm suddenly supported the man's fallen bald head, and the strong impact made his elbow press against the wall, causing some pain.

The bald man probably drank too much. After being stopped by Lu Heng, his legs went weak and he knelt down on the carpet on the ground.

"Mom, I have something to do here. Let's not talk anymore. I'm hanging up."

"Well, okay, make sure to rest!"

After hanging up the phone, Lu Heng shook his arms, looked at the group of people surrounding the bald head, and said coldly: "Don't run around when you're drunk. No one will be responsible if something goes wrong."

A young man, less than twenty years old, spoke in an admonishing tone to a group of adults, generally in their forties and fifties, which almost shocked everyone.

Mr. Wang, who had been rescued by Lu Heng earlier, became more sober. He first touched his smooth and shiny head, and then looked at Lu Heng with blurred drinking eyes.

"Boy, you touch my head and don't want to live anymore?"

There is a kind of person, either bald or bald, who is extremely disgusted with being mentioned by others, and it is common for him to become angry and angry when being touched by others.

Lu Heng frowned and squeezed his hands, "The dog bit Lu Dongbin!"

After saying that, Lu Heng turned around and left. He had nothing to talk about with such a drunk guy.

It's just that Lu Heng left, and the bald head kept saying unpleasant things behind him. If he hadn't been drunk and weak, he would have gotten up and made trouble for Lu Heng.

Bai Yijing had already arranged the room. Lu Heng returned to his residence and washed briefly before falling asleep, as if what just happened was just an episode.

Early the next morning, Lu Heng walked out of the room and prepared to have breakfast.

Unexpectedly, I met the bald man from last night again at the door. The other person seemed to have some impression of him and took a serious look at Lu Heng.

Then the bald man said tentatively: "It was your boy who hit me on the head last night, and now there are five finger marks on my head."

Lu Heng was very tall. At 1.8 meters tall, he could almost look down on the bald man, who was less than 1.7 meters tall. He could indeed clearly see the five finger marks on the bald head.

Lu Heng shrugged, "If I didn't use any force, you would probably have a head covered with sandbags now. Look how thick these marble walls are."

While speaking, Lu Heng also knocked on the wall next to him, and the thumping sound was particularly clear.

The bald man's small eyes widened, "What bothers me most, Wang Fucai, is for others to touch my head, not to mention that you kid left five fingerprints on it. If it were normal, I would have beaten you hard by now."

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Lu Heng spread his hands, narrowed his eyes and said, "What about now?"

Wang Fucai snorted coldly, "I'm not a ungrateful person. I drank too much last night and was not very sober. You saved me. I admit it, so I won't argue with you about the fingerprints on my head."

.Brother, how about we meet each other? I am from Chengdu, Sichuan, and I am the boss of Yaoyang Modern Sales Company, Wang Fucai."

Lu Heng chuckled. His bald head was quite interesting, and his tone was quite arrogant. He had obviously been rescued, but he still acted like he was in the clear.

However, it was obvious that this was just a tough talk due to his personal personality, so Lu Heng didn't care about it.

"I'm from Chongqing. My name is Lu Heng, the boss of Hengcheng Modern."

After listening to Lu Heng's self-introduction, Wang Fucai's little eyes blinked. He thought Lu Heng was just a junior who followed his leaders or elders to see the world.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a dealer just like me.

"I didn't see you at the last annual meeting. I only know an old fox in Chongqing, Han Pusheng. Are you a new member? Where's Gu Datong?"

"This is my first time! We'll talk about those things later. Let's have breakfast together first!" Lu Heng invited, waving his hand outward.

Wang Fucai looked around and said, "That's right, this place is not a place for conversation. You can talk while eating."

Breakfast was very simple. Lu Heng and Wang Fucai were both from Sichuan and Chongqing, so they simply ordered two bowls of noodles at the hotel.

Of course, the noodles in the hotel are different from those outside. Regardless of the taste, they are very good-looking.

Wang Fucai drank the red noodle soup in one gulp, and said with unfinished content: "It's not spicy at all, how can our Sichuan noodles be so delicious!"

Putting down his chopsticks, Wang Fucai took out his cigarette case and handed one to Lu Heng. Just as he was about to light it, he saw Lu Heng, who was engrossed in eating noodles, pointing to the no-smoking sign next to him.

Holding the cigarette on his finger boredly, Wang Fucai put on the air of a senior and said: "Xiao Lu, although the matter last night has been cleared up, I am a kind person, and you saved me after all. So I have to give you some benefits.

, is this your first time to attend the annual meeting?"

Lu Heng spit out the remaining bones of the silky chicken, then took a sip of the noodle soup, "Yes!"

Wang Fucai chuckled and said, "Then do you know why so many dealers flock to the annual meeting and try their best to participate?"

Lu Heng stopped his chopsticks, pulled out a piece of paper, wiped his mouth slowly, and stared at Wang Fucai, waiting for the bald man to continue.
Chapter completed!