After a polite approach, everyone sat down and spoke, and the service staff delivered tea sets.

After a while, everyone arrived one after another, and the small hall became lively.

Although these people are deeper than the other outside, they actually become true if they understand life. Just a group of old children, laughing, yelling and scolding are normal.

Most of the people here have seen Zhang Yanming and Sun Hongye before, and there are only two people who are strange.

The meal started when everyone was full, and everyone sat down and ate while chatting. There were more people serving than those who ate. This was a reflection of status.

Mr. Li pulled Zhang Yanming and Sun Hongye by his side. Although the table seemed to be the chairman, Zhang Yanming did not give in and could sit down. Even though he attracted a few gazes, Zhang Yanming didn't care at all.

I guess I have very few opportunities to deal with these people in the future except for the Dongpailou project, and it almost does not exist.

There is only one thing: these people are old and eat very little, and Zhang Yanming has to take care of Sun Hongye again. As a result, when everyone moved to the conference hall, he was not full.

This is a bit of a disadvantage, but there is nothing we can do. We can't sit there and wait for the youngest to have a meal. At least we still have to have a sense of respect for the elderly.

"Are you not full?" Sun Hongye asked.

"It's almost done, it's okay, go out later and make some more."

In fact, there were no formal meeting topics. I just listened to the report on the project and made some minor adjustments to various aspects of the fund personnel. In fact, the project has not been officially launched and there is no major event.

The project progress of the Dongpailou has been surpassed by the Xipailou now, and when something is involved in certain aspects, it will become extremely slow.

Zhang Yanming, who is the youngest shareholding, sat next to Mr. Li, and didn't say anything from beginning to end, just listening.

He would not express any opinions here, as if he was determined entirely by Mr. Li. In fact, he really didn't want to mix in. To invest is to invest, and to mix things is different.

When the project came to an end, Zhang Yanming briefly and clearly mentioned the situation on the fund, and did not specifically mention which stock and which level of transactions were made. He just reported the revenue and holdings in the past six months.

"That's the case now. If any shareholder wants to withdraw cash, please contact us at any time and I will settle the settlement immediately."

"Hahaha, it's really good news, it's amazing. Yanming defeated us for half of his life with just one move. It's really impossible to be unwilling to accept old age." Mr. Li smiled and laughed, and the others followed him.

"It's different. I'm speculating. It's two different concepts from my seniors' business. After all, it's something without foundation."

"Don't underestimate ourselves. When we get old, we must be surpassed by young people. This is the development. Times are always changing, and old things are replaced by new things. This is history.

People must constantly learn when they live. If they want to go far, they cannot be self-satisfied and cannot be left behind by the times. They must constantly accept new things and try to change.

There is never something that remains unchanged. The only thing that remains unchanged is constant change. I’m old. I can’t remember who said this sentence. It’s the truth.”

Mr. Li looked up at the people present: "We are all old. Think about it, how many years have we worked? Thirty years? Fifty years? Thanks to the luck, we all got something.

But, these things are ours? Are they down-to-earth and stable? Not necessarily, everything is changing, can our thoughts keep up? How will it change in the future?

If you can't keep up, you will fall behind. From industry to management, are young people today the same as young people in the past? It's different, old things will eventually be eliminated.

Everyone lives in this world and needs to adapt to this world and change with it. Never think about letting everyone adapt to you. You must admit it when you are old.”

Zhang Yanming took the lead in applauding, feeling that what Mr. Li said was very reasonable. We have to admit that powerful people are first of all, they are strong in their ideology and consciousness, and rely on their own continuous progress and long-term vision.

This sentence is easy to say, but in fact it is difficult to do, especially these people, who have come from the 1930s and 1940s and have experienced almost everything on this planet.

Everyone here applauded, but Zhang Yanming could feel that some people appreciated, some people thought about it, while some people were purely supportive, and they didn't care at all. Most of the people who didn't care about it were official people here, which was depressing.

They are all old people, and the meeting is more casual, and it is more like everyone gathering together to chat, and they don’t have to procrastinate for too long. The dinner ends in less than three hours.

Everyone gets up and moves to greet each other and goes to rest.

Mr. Li invited Zhang Yanming and Sun Hongye to his residence to sit down.

Mr. Li of the Dongpailou project is the largest shareholder. Currently, Zhang Yanming ranks second, and he entrusted the votes to Mr. Li. This is his real person.

The two people combined have nearly 80% of their equity, which allows Mr. Li to easily control all matters of the project.

Mr. Li talked about his expected prospects for the project, cared about the lives of Zhang Yanming and Sun Hongye, and asked briefly about the progress of Xipailou.

Zhang Yanming did not hide it, and briefly explained his positioning and development direction of Xipailou.

After sitting for more than half an hour, the two of them said goodbye and went home while the moonlight was falling.

The bright moonlight shines on the earth, and the snow on the ground emits a faint fluorescent light, which makes it a little cold. The night in winter is black and white, and cars are rolling against the snow and making a squeaking sound.

"It's different from what I thought." Sun Hongye looked at the road under the front headlights and said, "I thought this kind of meeting was boring and I couldn't finish it."

"This is a group of business tycoons, not officials, everyone's time is precious."

"I thought someone would come to say something, but there was nothing. So what did these people come here to do in winter? Just to have this meal?"

"Haha," Zhang Yanming raised his hand and touched Sun Hongye's head: "The interviews are all private, and it is impossible to put them on the conference table, and it is even more impossible to gather everyone together and say anything.

The country also needs to trade, and what to gain. How can such a thing be taken to the public? Just be sure that everyone knows it. These have nothing to do with us."

"We are not qualified?"

"Well," Zhang Yanming nodded: "I don't want to be qualified, I'm too lazy to get into trouble. This has little to do with money, mainly due to regional and influence factors."

Sun Hongye nodded, looked ahead and thought about things, subconsciously holding Zhang Yanming's right hand in his hand and pinching it.

"During the New Year, should we go back or here?"
Chapter completed!