At night, neon lights flash in the center of the capital, colorful colors, and charming night scenes.
Near Chaoyangmen Nei Street, in this prosperous area of the capital, it is so low-key that it is almost inconspicuous. In front of the Songzhu Club, which has a rich ancient architecture, a black Mercedes-Benz car slowly walked to the parking area with sparse vehicles, working
Under the guidance of the personnel, they parked into a parking space.
After thinking about it in the car for a while, Zhao Shangang said, "I'll just go by myself."
"Yes." Wang Qing nodded.
Qian Ming just smiled and didn't care. The driver Cui Er would not show any more. He even felt a little self-deception in his heart. Look, Mr. Wang and Mr. Qian, and Cui Eryi
As expected, we can't follow Mr. Zhao to participate in the discussion, which shows that our position as Cui Er is not low.
Wearing a white short-sleeved cotton lapel T-shirt, black slim trousers, black pointed leather shoes, and Zhao Shangang with a short side-square hairstyle, he is handsome, although there is no such temperament as the elites of the upper class who often come from the places.
But he is born with a domineering heroic spirit that looks down on the world, which is extremely shocking. However, Zhao Shangang, who is already worth tens of millions, has never been in, nor has he learned about such high-end social interactions that serve the elites of the upper class.
And taste, private clubs, according to their cognition, no matter how high-end the place is, it is just a matter of spending money.
But when he walked to the slightly quaint door, he was still stopped by two staff members.
One of them said politely: "Hello sir, Songzhu Club is a membership club. Do you have an appointment for our distinguished members here?"
Zhao Shangang frowned slightly and nodded, "I'll meet Yang Shubin, Mr. Yang."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm so reverent. Are you Mr. Zhao Shangang?" The staff bowed politely and reached out and bent down, "Mr. Yang has informed us in advance, please come with me..."
"Thank you." Zhao Shangang nodded gracefully and walked inside.
The Songzhu Club is based on a three-entre-style old courtyard house, and has not made any major changes to the original building. Whether it is the house, courtyard, wall, courtyard gate, side garden, etc., it has been slightly repaired according to the original appearance.
Some flowers, trees, lanterns and other ornaments were added, and the interior was also full of ancient style.
The staff led Zhao Shangang to a tea room on the inside of the garden. After knocking on the door lightly, he pushed open the door and stood at the door respectfully and said, "Mr. Yang, your guest is here."
"Well, please come in."
The staff bent slightly and made a gesture of invitation: "Mr. Zhao, please come in."
Zhao Shan just stepped in.
The staff standing at the door gently closed the door.
Entering the room, Zhao Shangang was slightly stunned, turned left and lifted the half-tag curtain before entering the inner room.
The interior is antique, and a few lamps that illuminate the interior like daylight are also installed in glass lampshades similar to ancient oil lamps. There are long bookcases on one side of the inner wall, with exquisitely crafted antique line books and some
Exquisite ceramic products, a long tea table and four chairs and stools are placed in the middle, and an open bed is placed on the innermost side, with brocade kang mats, kang blankets, mattresses, backrests, etc., and a kang table is placed in the middle of the couch
There are also cabinets on both sides, and exquisite precious stationery carved from materials such as jade, enamel, bamboo, wood, teeth, and corners are placed inside.
If ordinary people walk here, they will definitely feel like they are traveling through time and space to the study of ancient emperors.
Yang Shubin, wearing a light brown casual Tang suit and carefully decorated mustache, sat next to the bed, picked up the white jade tea cup on the sandalwood kang table and slowly savored the tea. Opposite him, a beautiful woman stood,
A young woman in a white ancient Chinese dress with a tucked waist and wide sleeves, with a seemingly vague smile on her face, responsible for making tea and pouring tea.
After Zhao Shan entered, he was not surprised by the elegance and luxury of the environment. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Hello, Mr. Yang, I am Zhao Shangang."
"The visitor is a guest." Yang Shubin did not get up, and reached out to signal the collapse of the opposite side of the kang, saying, "Sit."
The woman took a step back and made a move away, bent down and made a gesture of asking.
Zhao Shangang walked over and sat down, and smiled and said, "Mr. Yang is really so elegant. I, Zhao Shangang, are a rough man, and have never seen such a scene. I am so envious and admired."
"Where?" Yang Shubin smiled, waved his hand and said to the gentle woman who had just brewed a cup of tea for Zhao Shan, "You go down first."
The woman bowed her body with a soft and soft style, left without saying a word, and brought the door of the outer room with her.
Zhao Shangang casually looked at the indoor environment and said, "I guess I'll have to spend 1,000 yuan when I drink a few cups of tea here, right? Mr. Yang is rich and arrogant, which really opens his eyes to the countryside buns like me...
…” As he said that, he picked up the teacup and drank it all like a ox and chewed the peony, and smashed his lips.
"How does it taste?" Yang Shubin asked with a smile.
"Not bad." Zhao Shangang nodded and said, "Actually, I am a rough man, don't know how to taste tea, but I'm sorry, the tea here is compared to the tea I often go to in a teahouse in Pingyang City... I also
I can't tell whether it's the taste or something else. Anyway, I feel that it's a little bit worse. Mr. Yang can go to Pingyang City if you have time, I'll invite you."
Yang Shubin showed a hint of surprise, not knowing whether it was true or pretending. He said, "I am a tea lover. Brother Shan Gang said this, it's decided, I will take time to go to Pingyang City.
”
“Welcome anytime.”
"Shan Gang, I see you are like a straightforward person. You shouldn't like to talk around the bush..." Yang Shubin personally picked up the exquisite and small purple clay pot and brewed it into Zhao Shangang's tea cup, and said, "Tell me, meet me in the capital.
What difficulties have come to? For Su Chunfeng's sake, I will do my best. Oh, by the way, I'd better ask in advance whether this matter has anything to do with Su Chunfeng?"
Zhao Shangang smiled and said, "Wantong Express, a small company, I first came to Beijing to develop and encountered some troubles. Well, I am a shareholder of Wantong Express Company, Chunfeng's father, and we are our Wantong Logistics.
Chairman.”
"Oh." Yang Shubin nodded and said, "Tell me."
Zhao Shangang slowly explained the small troubles that Wantong Express encountered in Beijing, but it was so serious that it directly affected the development of Wantong Express's national layout. He briefly explained it, and then said: "The company's internal senior management, and
Chunfeng’s personal meaning is that it is not convenient to solve problems in extreme ways, and that will not be good for anyone, so... I thought of asking Mr. Yang to come forward to help."
Yang Shubin smiled, not in a hurry to answer.
In fact, when he saw Zhao Shan first entering the door, he was a little disappointed. He believed that he had developed an extraordinary vision after walking through the years of ups and downs - Zhao Shan Gang was a man who walked with a fierce look, with a very aggressive look.
He is extremely aggressive and domineering, but he is too young and lacks a calm and cunning. In his eyes of Yang Shubin, such a person cannot be used for himself and is too dangerous, so even Su Chunfeng's face is not necessary to help. Besides,
Yang Shubin felt that he did not have such a deep friendship with Su Chunfeng, and he had not yet figured out Su Chunfeng's background, so he could not convince himself to help Su Chunfeng introduce such a domineering young junior, even the chairman of Wantong Logistics.
It is Su Chunfeng's father.
But after Zhao Shan sat down and talked, Yang Shubin suddenly felt very intimate.
He even felt a little confused about this.
After thinking for a while, Yang Shubin smiled and said, "Shan Gang, if I can't help you with this matter... what would you do?"
"Mr. Yang looks at me, what kind of person is it?" Zhao Shangang smiled and picked up the teacup and took a sip.
"Not the one who washes his hands yet."
"Mr. Yang washed his hands?"
Yang Shubin was a little stunned, then laughed a few times, found a reason for the inexplicable affinity in his heart, nodded and said, "Okay, it's worthy of being a friend who can make Su Chunfeng be willing to let down his face and entrust me to help. Brother Shan Gang is indeed
Young and promising, arrogant and wise, Mr. Yang admires it... Can you tell me frankly, how would you plan to solve this trouble without external forces?"
"The layout of Wantong Express is nationwide." Zhao Shangang smiled and said, "It's not just the capital, so there will be many difficulties in the future. If Mr. Yang is interested, he can wait and watch the show."
Yang Shubin was not dissatisfied at all, and did not ask any more questions. He smiled and said, "Okay, I'm waiting to see your Zhao Shangang's good show."
"That capital?"
"Brother Shangang, when you go back and tell Chunfeng, he will owe me Yang Shubin a favor after this matter."
"Mr. Yang." Zhao Shangang picked up the teapot and brewed a cup of tea for Yang Shubin, and smiled and said, "I, Zhao Shangang, really want to be shameless and take this favor. I wonder, can President Yang respect me, Zhao Shangang?"
Yang Shubin frowned slightly and thought for a while, saying, "Why?"
"I don't want to bring any possible trouble to Chunfeng's future. I will do my best not to go there, nor do I want others to cause trouble for him... Mr. Yang, don't get me wrong, this is just my wish, as for Chun
Feng, he must have a clear idea, so I think, don’t tell him these words directly, Mr. Yang thinks?"
"Yes, I feel that letting Zhao Shank owed me a favor is more desirable than the favor Su Chunfeng owed." Yang Shubin said with a smile without any concern.
Zhao Shanzhang took out a business card and put it on the kang and pushed it over: "This is my business card."
"Um."
"I thank Mr. Yang for help in advance, and thank Mr. Yang for the hospitality today. I, Zhao Shangang, are preparing to invite Mr. Yang to dinner, and I never thought that I would even make Mr. Yang spend money... Well, maybe I won't have much to say about these words.
He said that." Zhao Shangang stood up and bowed, "Afterward, Shangang invited Mr. Yang to taste tea in Pingyang City to express his gratitude."
"Okay, I will definitely go."
"Goodbye..."
"goodbye."
Yang Shubin did not get up, watched Zhao Shantou leave, picked up the teacup and tasted the tea gently, with a faint smile on his face, but he added more doubts about Su Chunfeng - Who is Su Chunfeng? If he had this time
If he had no clue, Zhao Shangang was definitely one of the few heroes in the world, but he was so devoted and willing to serve Su Chunfeng in front of him...
I have to check if Zhao Shangang is a real person.
Yang Shubin thought to himself, but this would not affect his efforts to help Wantong Express.
Because for Yang Shubin, although he does not recognize those people from small logistics companies, those who can do those small family incidents in this 49 city are not a great person, but for Yang Shubin, in Beijing,
To solve this kind of thing is just asking someone to pass on a message, that's all.