The Backbone of the Company

Lao Zhengxing Restaurant, Fuzhou Road, Shanghai.

"A Cheng, don't look at this restaurant. It's been open for many years. Nowadays, if you want to eat some serious local food, you have to go here." Dou Le greeted Li Chengzhen, and the two

After entering the door, people walk towards the second floor.

Lao Zhengxing was founded in the Tongzhi period of the Qing Dynasty. It has been around for 150 years. It has a good reputation. However, with the retirement of many old masters in recent years, its reputation has gradually declined.

However, it is understandable that the quality of everything has been declining in recent years. It is said that people are impetuous. To be honest, we have to talk about the treatment. The master chef who painstakingly studies the food cannot make money, and the boss in the lobby can eat it.

A fat man with big ears can’t do anything well except marketing. How can he laugh at people’s impetuousness?

The two of them walked all the way to the private room inside. There were already several people sitting inside. In addition to the secretary, there were three people. Judging from their age, they were not too old. The oldest was probably only in his early thirties.

Li Chengzhen looked carefully. None of these people were simple. Anyone with a little bit of eyesight could see that after all, strangers were different from ordinary people. These were reflected in every aspect of how they walked, sat and lay.

For example, the oldest man, a man in his early thirties, has light purple hair and is very long, already reaching his waist. The kung fu he practices should be hand kung fu, and it should be something like a sword. He has at least twenty years of experience in it.

Kung Fu is a boy's skill. This can be seen from the thick calluses covering the mouths of his hands.

The blue-haired man sitting next to him also has squinted eyes. His hands are surprisingly big, like two cattail fans, but their hands are very clean. There are no scars or calluses. This can be ruled out.

If you practice horizontal kung fu such as Iron Sand Palm or Iron Hand Kung Fu, it is most likely a means of generating inner Qi.

The last person attracted most of Li Chengzhen's attention. That person looked the youngest, even younger than Li Chengzhen, but his eyes looked clear and dim. This is a very strange adjective, because they themselves

It's contradictory, just like the colorful black.

But he happened to appear on this person's body, making his eyes look like they had no highlights.

"The eight sufferings of Lingyin Temple have met with Almsgiver Li."

Li Chengzhen nodded, stood up neatly, and bowed with his hands clasped in fists: "Liyuan Li Chengzhen, I have met you all."

In other words, regardless of how young this young monk is, if he really wants to take action, he should be the most difficult person in the room.

The leader’s nephew! Naturally, no one dared to neglect him, and everyone stood up to greet him.

"Uncle Dou, thank you for your praise." Si Kongming smiled bitterly and shook his head. "Back then, my senior brother of the Peach Blossom Sect secretly practiced evil arts and killed the master in a sneak attack. As a result, our Peach Blossom Sect fell apart and all the brothers ran away. If it weren't for the company,

If you take him in, I'm afraid I'll end up living on the overpass, so I don't dare to take credit for it."

"Oh?" Li Chengzhen seemed to be interested and looked at Dou Le, "You are ignorant and ignorant."

"Sikong Ming of the Peach Blossom School, I have met Brother Li," the narrow-eyed cattail fan was the first to speak.

"We're all here," Dou Le chuckled and put a hand on Li Chengzhen's shoulder, "Let me introduce to you, this is the grandson of Mr. Li from Sijiucheng Liyuan. He is my eldest nephew. He is usually relatively

Keep a low profile. I have to ask everyone to take care of you in the future. Come on, Acheng, say hello. All of you here are the backbone of my East China Region. I guarantee that if anything happens in the future, you will have to blame others."

"What you said is serious. The company just gave you a platform. The real results were all achieved by you yourself, little by little." Dou Le waved his hand and looked at the last eight bitter people.

Cheng, don’t forget that there are so many people sitting here today, and all of us combined are not as famous as this little Master of Eight Bitternesses.”

Not yet, when he thought about it further, Dou Le had already led him to sit down at the very back and began to greet everyone present.

After everyone finished the ceremony, they sat down again and Dou Le took over the conversation.

The remaining two did not dare to fall behind.

Dou Le looked at Si Kongming, who was the first to speak: "This is a master disciple of our local Peach Blossom Sect in Shanghai. He practices the magical power of snapping his fingers. Don't listen to the inconspicuous name, but he is a good skill. More than ten years ago

Peach blossom sect leader

Huang Wanju's shot of loading bullets in the Huangpu River was truly worthy of praise. The sound was like a thunderbolt, and everything was shattered. Unfortunately, he was later liquidated by thieves. Xiao Ming is also a good prospect. He has been with the company for several years and has made great contributions to the company.

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"Jin Yi from the Penglai Sword Sect has met little brother Li."

"Xiao Ming, you are too humble. The company is not a dictatorial organization. People can see everything you do. Do you think Uncle Dou praises you just to make you happy?" Dou Le smiled and looked at him again.

Jin translated, "A Cheng, look at this man again. The genius of Penglai Sword Sect in Shandong can use a magic blade to cut iron like clay."

, as fast as thunder. It has been almost ten years since I joined the company. In these years, I have been responsible for our overseas business, which has helped me share a lot of worries. In the past two years, the policy has become more liberal, and the company is also thinking about promoting it.

For overseas business, a new region may need to be established overseas in the future, and Xiaoyi is the first choice for the person in charge."

"Inform the kitchen, everyone is here and the food can be served," Dou Le ordered to Lao Dan, then turned around and said, "A Cheng, I just came here and I am not familiar with this place. Let me introduce it to you again.

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"Uncle Dou, I'm blushing because of your compliments," Jin Yi pursed his lips, "No matter how outstanding my achievements are, it's because of you, Uncle Dou. Don't you know that I'm worthless?

, I am able to reach this point because of your support, Uncle Dou."

And the most important thing is that he is a monk, with spots on his head left by the ordination, and a string of Buddhist beads on his hand. He has thin skin and tender flesh, and is so handsome that you can't tell from his face what kind of kung fu he has practiced.

"You don't care about the affairs in the circle, so of course you don't know," Dou Le shook his head and smiled, "Master Ba Ku is an abbot of Lingyin Temple and a close disciple of Master Juelong. He is known as Lingyin Temple for a hundred years.

A unique genius has just emerged. He has only been in the company for half a year, and he is already famous in this three-thirds of an acre of East China. It is incredible."

Master Juelong?! Li Chengzhen has actually heard of this name. He doesn’t often ask about things in the industry, and his impressions of the alien world remain in his memory, but Master Juelong is different.

The newly appointed abbot of Lingyin Temple is said to be over 120 years old. His martial arts skills are so powerful that he is even a disciple of Master Jiekong, one of the ten masters.

Hey, isn't this Master Ba Ku a member of the generation of Master Lao Tian? This generation is extremely big.
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