Lin Baiyao walked into the city hall. Secretary Yu was waiting downstairs in the office. He enthusiastically led him upstairs and said, "Mr. Lin, I haven't seen you for a while. The boss talks about you every day. He said he didn't even see you on New Year's Day.

Have a meal..."

Of course, this was not a public act of cheating. Only the person closest to Qiao Yannian, Secretary Yu, would speak like this, showing a close acquaintance.

Lin Baiyao smiled and said: "I have some errands to do in Shanghai on New Year's Day, but I really can't make it back in time. I'll arrange dinner tonight to make up for the meal I owe Mayor Qiao."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to eat. The boss is too busy these days. I still know that Mr. Lin is coming back, so I have been waiting for you for two weeks."

While talking, they came to Qiao Yannian's office. Secretary Yu didn't go in. He turned sideways and let Lin Baiyao go first, and then gently closed the door outside.

"The tea is brewed, let's have a taste."

Qiao Yannian invited Lin Baiyao to sit next to him and made him a cup of tea himself. Lin Baiyao took a sip and praised: "I am a layman who doesn't understand tea. I just feel that the fragrance is strong and far-reaching, and the aftertaste is endless."

Qiao Yannian smiled and said: "Tasting tea is a leisure activity. It's already remarkable that busy people like you and me can taste these eight words."

After three cups of tea, Lin Baiyao put down his teacup and asked, "What's going on with that Huizhiyuan sign?"

Qiao Yannian leaned against the sofa, beat the sore leg muscles of his left leg, and said with a wry smile: "I don't know what happened to Tang Xiaonian. There are 28 bids in total. Each company operates in the early stage and communicates with each other. It's almost noisy.

Well... when the bidding was about to open, he suddenly regretted it and asked for the No. 9 bid of Ning'an Real Estate, and he was so forceful that he asked the leaders of the provincial government to say hello... Mr. Lin, let me tell you the truth, this matter is very difficult...

"

Lin Baiyao said: "Did Tang Xiaonian reveal why he insisted on bidding No. 9? Is it for this bid or for Ning'an Real Estate?"

"It's hard to say..." Qiao Yannian suddenly said: "Have you and Tang Xiaonian had any holidays?"

Lin Baiyao shook his head and said: "Last year, we did a business with Longyue Group. The cooperation was very pleasant, and there was no holiday."

"That's weird!"

Qiao Yannian advised: "How about forgetting it this time? It's just the first phase of the project, and there will be other projects in the future. I promise that Ning'an Real Estate will not suffer losses..."

Lin Baiyao pondered for a moment and said: "Who is the leader of the provincial government? No. 2?"

"Yeah! He called me personally and said that the Longyue Group has made great contributions to the economic development of Suhuai over the years and that the industrial park project should be taken care of by me..."

Lin Baiyao was speechless and said: "Is the leader so direct?"

Qiao Yannian sighed and said: "He has been in charge of Suhuai for many years, and the Longyue Group has developed and grown during this period. It is inevitable that there will be some incest. Mr. Lin, take a step back and the sky is vast, it is just a target, just give it to Tang Xiaonian.

"

Lin Baiyao smiled and said, "Has the mayor heard about the turmoil in Xingsheng a few days ago?"

"heard!"

Lin Bai said: "If I take a step back, Xingsheng will be gone."

Qiao Yannian has cooperated with Lin Baiyao many times and has seen his style of dealing with things. He is like this to Cui Guoming and he is like this to robbing industrial parks. He will never give up until he achieves his goal.

Take a step back?

nonexistent.

But this time it was really difficult.

Qiao Yannian said sincerely: "Mr. Lin, there are generally two management models for national industrial parks. One is that the park management committee is responsible for economic development, planning and management, and the administrative district is responsible for social affairs. The other is the industrial park management model.

, the management committee is responsible for both economic and social affairs, and essentially fulfills the functions of a first-level government."

"We in Dongjiang are implementing the second model, which means that instead of separating government and enterprises, the development of the park is subject to many constraints. Two of the three deputy directors of the Management Committee were airborne from Yuezhou City and Qintai City.

, deep relationships, wide connections, and intricate connections..."

"This is just personnel. There are also projects. The Ministry of Information Industry has to give face. It depends on others to allocate funds and promote a few related companies. How can it be turned away? The enterprises affiliated to the provincial Department of Information Industry also have to take care of them.

There are all kinds of greetings..."

"Mr. Lin, I know that you have been wronged because Tang Xiaonian is so strong. But running an industrial park is different from running a company. You can't act on impulse. Any problem in any link will affect the operation of the industrial park. Listen to my advice and take a step back this time.

The industrial park has not yet gained a stable footing. We need to gain a foothold first, and we will make up for it later."

It seems that Qiao Yannian is indeed afraid of Lin Baiyao's temper, and is worried that he will go to war with Tang Xiaonian regardless of it, but it will affect the major events of the industrial park.

Lin Baiyao didn't say anything more. After figuring out Qiao Yannian's attitude, he still needed to make long-term plans on how to deal with Tang Xiaonian.

After leaving the city hall, he went straight back to the hotel. After seeing Sima Cuo, he said, "Let's go, I'll take you to see Boss Mo."

Sima Cuo didn't know why, but he suddenly felt nervous.

Lin Baiyao saw his emotions and said with a smile: "Are you afraid that Boss Mo will kill me?"

Sima Cuo did not smile, but nodded seriously and said: "Mr. Lin, I promised you that I will try my best not to let Xiao Ran become your enemy. But with Xiao Ran's temper, I'm afraid she won't listen..."

Lin Baiyao sighed and said: "I also know a little bit about Boss Mo's temper. She has offended her so hard that she may have the intention to kill me, but her biggest enemy is not me. As long as I am still useful to her,

I can temporarily endure all the anger..."

Sima Cuo looked at Lin Baiyao. He couldn't figure out what Lin Baiyao was thinking about Mo Ran. Was it for beauty?

There is no shortage of beauties around this young man.

For money and things?

It's not like his net worth is probably not a small amount.

So for what reason, Lin Baiyao would rather bear the risk of being misunderstood when she was dyed with ink, but also risk his life to save her from the blood pool of this mung bean war?

Lin Baiyao turned around and walked outside, saying: "As long as you give me time, I will always find a way to untie the knot in Boss Mo's heart!"

After Hutou ran out of the city, he entered the boundary of Xiu Ming Mountain, bypassed the winding mountain road, and drove into a group of villas hidden in the lush mountains.

Sima Cuo looked around and secretly thought that this was indeed a good place for secret detention.

It is inaccessible, has inconvenient transportation, and is tightly guarded, so no one can get in. Only people with status can come in, and they will not run around like aunties on the street, nor will they be nosy or gossipy.

Pushing open the door of Villa No. 17, there was a woman wearing a dark green cheongsam sitting in the living room. Her hair was pulled into a bun and fixed with wooden hairpins. Her white feet were stretched out on the small mahogany table, and she was looking at the books in her hands.

"Meditations" by Lamartine, a representative writer of Romanticism.

The sunlight shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows, just a few inches in front of her, and the golden light shrouds the surroundings, like a fairy statue made by a masterful hand, making people suddenly feel sacred.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Mo Ran didn't look back, as if he was used to the occasional presence of people coming in and out.

After all, the villa can accommodate people, but it cannot be self-sufficient.

Every one or two days, someone will bring fresh vegetables, meat, milk and other food, as well as newspapers, magazines and other reading materials.

At first, she tried to bribe her, find a way to escape or pass the news to her own people, but after several attempts, she found that it was all in vain.

Lin Baiyao does everything right.

The people who stayed in the villa to guard her were divided into three groups. Two female bodyguards monitored her 24 hours a day. The other two female bodyguards only moved in the living room. Male bodyguards would appear on duty in the yard outside from time to time, day and night.

There is no fixed time and no fixed rules.

The four people in the villa cannot contact her alone. No matter what they do, a second person must be present.

So after several attempts, she gave up on futile efforts.

"Xiaoran..."

Mo Ranshi was startled for a moment, his body stiffened slightly, and then he turned his head.

"Sima..."

She heard it right, it was really Sima Cuo's voice.

Sima Cuo walked over quickly with a slight excitement and walked over his shoulder. Mo Ran saw the young man's handsome face.
Chapter completed!