In the training hall of PARROT club, Manager Zhao was adjusting the players' training plan with the coach. He noticed someone coming in at the door. He was stunned for a moment and hurried over.

"Boss, why are you free to come here today?"

This club was taken over by Liang Xian in the early days of his return to China. After he joined Jinghong, he came in less and more. All matters of all sizes were entrusted to Manager Zhao.

I am hiding behind the scenes, and I am more like an investor than the boss's identity.

"Passing by, come and take a look," Liang Xianjing sat down in the front row, his eyes swept over the paper documents in his hand, "Are you looking at the performance report?"

"Yes, we will go to Nancheng next month to compete. We are discussing who to send..."

Manager Zhao is actually a little worried. Under the club's generous bonus incentive system, the players' results are fast and the competition results are tight.

Although it is a good thing, it has become a new problem for whom to play in the game.

He said, handing Liang Xian the results report and the physical examination report.

The beam now supported the handrail with his elbow, raised his hand to take it, and turned over a few pages.

“No. 5 and No. 7.”

He quickly made a choice, and his expression was relaxed, as if it was not a difficult task.

Manager Zhao silently admired him for two seconds.

He actually didn't know Liang Xian's exact identity - the club went bankrupt at first. When he saw this new investor, he only felt that the other party looked like a pampered young master, and he had nothing to do to invest and lose his family.

Now, in just half a year, the club that did not even make any bankruptcy splashes has become a hot MMA enthusiast gathering place in Pingcheng.

Manager Zhao also felt increasingly that this boss was not as idle as he appeared.

At this moment, he was extremely admired and flattered while asking for advice, "Boss, how did you choose?"

I have been thinking about it for a long time, but I haven't figured it out."

Liang Xian tapped the handrail with his fingers and said leisurely, "These contestants are indeed comparable."

Manager Zhao nodded, raised his ears to listen to the key, but he heard the boss say indifferently, "So he chose two at will."

Manager Zhao: “…”

Is it really OK to be so casual?

"Just provide reference, and leave it to you and the coach to decide," Liang Xian closed the document and handed it to him, as if he noticed his hesitation, and chuckled, "But, my investment vision has always been good."

Manager Zhao wanted to speak but stopped, so he took it with both hands.

For the first time, he saw such a novel way of decision-making. He had fought several rounds in his mind. When he was at a loss, he thought about Liang Xian's words and vaguely convinced himself that luck was part of his strength. In the case of equal strength, there was nothing wrong with relying on the luck of the players or the boss's intuition.

What's more, there are also many such coincidences of unintentional willow planting in the history of MMA competitions.

At this moment, the assistant bent over and whispered, "Mr. Liang, Manager Zheng of Zheng Group wants to call you."

Liang Xian leaned on the backrest and stretched out his hand. The assistant placed the phone in his palm.

"Hey, Mr. Liang," he noticed that someone had changed on the phone, and the person on the other end couldn't wait to speak. There was a panic in his steady voice on weekdays. "I just received the news of the World Bank's withdrawal... I would like to ask if you have any misunderstandings about us?"

The person who called was Zheng Yizhou's brother. Because he was born in the side room, he had no inheritance rights. He is currently managing the company on behalf of Zheng Yizhou, which is equivalent to his professional manager.

"It's nothing," Liang Xian spoke very politely, with a polite smile in his voice. "It's just that after many considerations, we think there are huge risks in this project, so we stop the loss in time."

Manager Zheng opened his mouth. Even though he knew that this was an official polite statement, he could not understand the reason at all.

World Bank Holdings is a company registered abroad. It swept the investment field with huge capital at the beginning of its establishment. This year, it just extended its tentacles to China, with unfathomable background.

Zheng has a bay project to be developed under the Zheng family. The World Bank is the largest investor. Once the investment is withdrawn, the consequences will be unimaginable.

After hanging up the phone, Manager Zheng burst into tears of cold sweat.

He didn't dare to think about it, and trembled and called the only one-meeting Mr. Chi.

In my impression, Mr. Chi was lonely and cold, and his whole body exuded a ruthless temperament that no one could approach, as if the whole world owed him one billion.

Manager Zheng couldn't help but feel the urge to kneel down in front of him, so he chose Mr. Liang, whom he had never met before on the first call.

But I didn't expect that Mr. Liang was not a good person either. He listened to his voice and was easy to speak, but in fact he was good at Tai Chi.

...

More than ten minutes later, Liang Xian received a call from Chi Yan.

"You're making a good deal," the other party's voice sounded, as if it had a refrigeration effect, "I'm calling here."

Liang Xian laughed, "What are you saying?"

"I want to have an interview with me."

"Did you agree?"

Chi Yan’s answer is always a pity for gold, “I don’t have time.”

Liang Xian smiled with a smile on his lips.

The two major shareholders were playing against the ball back and forth, and I believe Manager Zheng must be very depressed at this time.

"Yes, you're busy chasing your wife," Liang Xian said lazyly, "Where is the person? Is there any news?"

Speaking of my wife, the refrigerator was silent for a moment, revealing a little ordinary emotions, "Not yet."

"I want my help?"

“Not needed for the time being.”

Chi Yan Road.

"Okay, when will I go back to the company?"

Liang will enter the Beijing-Hong Kong headquarters after the Chinese New Year. The World Bank cannot be separated from both backbones.

"So far to find her."

Liang Xian raised his eyebrows and joked, "Then you have to work harder, don't find someone who has gone bankrupt yet."

The two met while studying abroad. Chi Yan was two levels older than him. She was both a college friend and a work partner. She never had to be polite when speaking, and she was a little hurtful to each other.

"..." Chi Yan's voice was so cold that it could get rid of ice. "I hope you have this day, otherwise I will set off fireworks to celebrate."

Liang Xian smiled and said without caring, "Of course I won't."

After all, his parents have provided a sample of failure with personal experiences - nothing is easy to touch.

Thinking of this, somehow, a bright face appeared in front of me.

Liang showed his senses for a moment, came to his senses and supported his forehead with his hands, chuckled and shook his head.

——

It was the end of September when we returned to Pingcheng again. In the evening, the late summer craze had not yet subsided, and an unknown rich fragrance of flowers was brewing in the air.

Before leaving the door, Ming Si went to the cloakroom to get Cheng Yu's LV bag. When her eyes passed by the small navy blue box on the jewelry stand, she stayed for a moment, but in the end she still didn't bring it.

I bought the cufflinks for Liang Xian, but how to send them out naturally is a big problem.

If Ming Si could almost imagine the scene of Cheng Yu screaming and crying at tonight's birthday party, it would be absolutely inappropriate.

Cheng Yu's birthday party was held at a club in Pingcheng. He was usually keen on eating, drinking and having fun, so he naturally had many friends in this area. When Ming Si arrived, the atmosphere had already been hot.

"Wuwuwu Mingsi Dad, I love you!"

When Cheng Yu picked her up at the door, his eyes lit up. He was holding the bag and confessed his feelings to the private room in a very disgusting way, "I can see that you are the only one who loves Yu Yu the most!"

Upon hearing this, Ke Lijie immediately got up and took away a few gift boxes from the table and distributed them to the people around him, saying, "Since only Ming Si loves you, then don't ask for our gifts."

Now, Yu Chuan, right."

"Can't!"

Cheng Yu was shocked and quickly threw away the LV limited edition box and rushed over to grab the few Hermes orange gift boxes.

Ke Lijie stretched out his arms and avoided it, hid the gift box behind Yu Chuan, trying to pull him into the battle.

Liang Xian chuckled and leaned against the sofa and let them make trouble.

Seeing Ming Si still standing there, he motioned her to sit over.

Ming Si looked at him and said that the people in the distance were not familiar with each other, and the crowds were everywhere nearby, as if only the only place next to him was left, so he walked over with his bag.

"What to drink?"

Liang Xian turned his head and asked.

Ming Si's eyes turned around on the table, "Cocktail."

Liang Xian stood up and brought it to her.

After experiencing the night in Shencheng, the atmosphere between the two seemed to have reached a real peace briefly.

Ming Si took a sip of wine.

This is the main seat of the private room. From time to time, someone came to toast and chat. After dealing with the three waves of people, Cheng Yu realized something was wrong, "Why are you two sitting together!"

He had already drunk a lot of wine, rubbed his eyes and asked Yu Chuan, "I'm not right?"

Ming Si put down the cocktail glass, sat upright and glanced at him, "You guys were fighting just now, how could I sit there?"
To be continued...