Two days later, Jincheng Museum.

In the director's office, Wu Bei was diligently handing the cigarette to a half-bad middle-aged man behind the desk.

"No, I have rhinitis!"

The middle-aged man waved his hand and interrupted politely.

"Director Zhang, Brother Han told me that you are alumni or who joined Jincheng at the same time. The relationship is so good."

Wu Bei embarrassedly stuffed the cigarette back into the box, then put the cigarette roll that was already holding by his mouth behind his ear, rubbed his hands and made a sound.

"Yes, Han Gensheng and I have always had a very good personal relationship. We usually like to fish together, but Brother Wu, please forgive me for your relationship. The relationship cannot be more disciplined. Are you right? I understand the purpose of your visit today."

The middle-aged man smiled and nodded his head, grabbed the porcelain tea cup in front of him and took a sip.

"You always understand. I won't be polite to you. Brother Zhang is a foreigner. It's not easy to come to our Jincheng to do some business. As long as you raise your hand a little, our company will definitely be different now."

Wu Bei stood up with a smile on his face, then took out a bank card from his pocket and slowly pushed it to the other party, blinking his eyes and hinting: "It's a hurry, I don't know what you like. You always look at the purchase. Of course, this is not my whole thing. We have some more things to do in the future."

"Hahaha.."

Director Zhang grinned at the bank card.

"Hehe, thank you Brother Zhang."

Wu Bei's heart finally fell down, and he thought to himself that the introductioner Han Gensheng was quite proud.

"Mr. Wu, this is really a good thing. You can't live without it when you eat, drink, defecate, urinate, and sleep. But why do I feel it hot?"

Director Zhang suddenly changed his mind and slightly raised his tune.

"Ah? Brother Zhang, don't worry, I'm not the kind of villain who can't afford to play. I'm clean and my phone is not turned on. If you don't believe me, please see..."

Wu Bei was stunned for a moment, thinking that the other party was afraid of making some small moves, so he hurriedly expressed his opinion.

"You only have 200,000 yuan in your card, right?"

Director Zhang raised his lips and shook his head, "If I want to collect it, the top Wuhu Hotels in Jincheng and the Oriental Tourism Groups, how could they have to be three or five times more than you, what do you think?"

"It's not Brother Zhang, this is a gift, I don't..."

Wu Bei was stunned, not understanding why the other party suddenly turned against each other.

"Bang!"

The bank card was instantly thrown to his chest. Director Zhang stood up with a "rubbing" and scolded angrily: "Are you insulting me or trampling on culture? For the sake of you being a relative of Han Gensheng, I kindly invited you to have tea, but you came here for me? Bring your stuff with you!"

"Brother Zhang, you misunderstood..."

Wu Bei didn't know what was right, and he was so anxious that he was sweating profusely on his forehead.

"Secretary Li, see off the guests!"

Director Zhang waved his hand and turned his head over.

"Brother Zhang..."

"I tell you that the ticket prices and systems are formulated by the above. Don't expect to get any kickbacks from me, and don't try to change the relationships through messy interpersonal changes. Go back and tell Han Gen-sen that if this happens, he and I will not even have to do anything with friends."

Director Zhang roared righteously.

If he should say nothing, his posture immediately made Wu Bei feel a little ashamed.

He had always been used to seeing the turbidity in this circle. He suddenly encountered a clear stream and was a little at a loss on the spot.

After a while, Wu Bei walked out of the office in a mess.

I ran into a young man in a suit and tie, and this guy was not someone else. It was Su Zhuo who had just joined forces to blackmail 200,000 yuan by him and temptation a while ago.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, we don't meet anywhere in the world, Mr. Wu, I didn't expect you to be a cultural person and like to go to such a deep place to improve your literacy."

The two of them looked at each other, and Su Yu smiled lightly.

"I didn't read the calendar when I went out. Bah, it's bad luck!"

Wu Bei lowered his head and spat at the trash can next to him.

"Are you angry? Are you angry now?"

Su Yu laughed more and more arrogantly.

"Don't you be angry, can you give birth to you? It's really like a dog entering the toilet and opening his mouth."

Wu Bei glanced at him and deliberately knocked away the other party to prepare to flash.

"Xiao Su! When did you come back? Didn't I say it clearly on the phone just now? Waiting for me at the door, I'll go down to pick you up in person. Look at your child, why do you always meet me?"

Just after walking out, Director Zhang walked out of the room with a smile on his face, and held Su Yu's arm intimately.

"Don't I feel sorry for your old legs and feet, why are you still suffering from severe rheumatism recently?"

Su Yu also helped the other party, then took out the cigarette box from his pocket and handed it over: "Lao Daoyan, I know you're so good, I deliberately took a walk around the entire old city's convenience store."

"It's still you boy who has a conscience."

Zhang Guanzi, who just said bluntly that he had "rhinitis", took a cigarette and lit it without hesitation.

"Brother Zhang, this friend has nothing to do with you. Otherwise, I am not in a hurry if you handle official duties first."

The two of them greeted each other for a moment, and Su Yu turned around and pointed at Wu Bei without a smile, with arrogant eyebrows written between them.

"I'm not familiar with him, so I'll talk to you in the house and let you see some good things I've just discovered recently."
Chapter completed!