Manager Wu's words were like a stone's throw, and everyone was shocked. The general manager said that Villa No. 9 must be given to Xiang Dong. This is an extraordinary rhythm!
Among them, Secretary-General Ding and Mr. Kong are the most shocked and angry. Is this a crazy situation? It is simply a slap in the face. This is far more humiliating than refusing to come in the first place. At this time, the sudden change of mind can only
It proves that Xiang Dong has found an even more awesome person, so that the general manager does not hesitate to offend Secretary-General Ding.
Is this possible? At least Mr. Kong never believed it, because he never saw Xiang Dong making calls from the beginning to the end, so he got angry and went crazy: "Wu, who do you think you are? How dare you fabricate facts to deceive Ding.
Secretary-General, do you know how serious the consequences of this are?"
After listening to Manager Wu's words, Secretary-General Ding stared at Manager Wu coldly with uncertain eyes, and was stunned by Mr. Kong's words.
Although he is usually very arrogant, he also knows that there are people outside the mountains and there are people outside the mountains. It may be difficult to find a powerful person. He does not want to inadvertently create a strong enemy. Finding out the truth of the matter is the most important thing.
But Mr. Kong's words made his heart move again. Could it be that there was something else hidden? So he looked at Mr. Kong with questioning eyes.
"I don't dare to deceive Secretary-General Ding even if I have the guts. The person who called just now is the general manager. He really told me to give Villa No. 9 to Mr. Xiang, otherwise he will let me pack up and leave." Manager Wu told Kong
The gentleman was very tired of pretending to be powerful, but he still managed to answer with a smile.
"I haven't even called Xiang, so who can speak for him?" When Mr. Kong saw Secretary-General Ding looking at him with doubtful eyes, he sternly asked Manager Wu about his suspicions.
By the way, I indirectly told Secretary-General Ding what was going on.
Secretary-General Ding has been in the officialdom for a long time and has extremely high political sensitivity. He is cautious about Manager Wu's remarks, but this does not mean that he has given up his usual arrogant nature. When he saw Mr. Kong's words, he suddenly regained his arrogant nature.
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As soon as Mr. Kong finished speaking, he immediately said coldly to Manager Wu: "It seems that the real estate management in the Han and Tang Dynasties was very chaotic, and it is time to order rectification." This was a threat from Chi Guoguo, and he was threatening
The real estate properties of the Han and Tang dynasties were even more of a deterrent to Manager Wu.
Since there is no big shot behind Xiang Dong, Secretary-General Ding must of course make a strong voice. The majesty of the District Committee Secretary-General is not something that a small role like Manager Wu can trample on casually.
Manager Wu's body stiffened, and his face immediately turned to tears. Secretary-General Ding's words were very telling. He couldn't just rectify the Han and Tang real estate. After all, the Xiangjiang Xinhuang Group was behind the Han and Tang real estate.
Big tree.
However, in order to settle the matter, the company will definitely find a scapegoat after the incident, and that scapegoat is most likely his manager Wu.
"Secretary-General Ding, this is not the fault of Manager Wu or the General Manager. This is all my fault. I was the one who facilitated the transaction of Villa No. 9. If you are angry, just blame me..." Miss Liu walked out calmly and said to Ding
The Secretary-General said.
When she saw that Manager Wu had been affected by the fish pond, she felt very sorry. After all, Manager Wu had always taken good care of her, so she decided to take over all the responsibilities.
"Miss Liu, why do you have to look down on yourself for such a scumbag?" Xiang Dong saw that Miss Liu had taken on all the responsibilities, and was even suspected of standing up for himself, so he immediately interrupted her with a cold light in his eyes.
Flash. He was really angry, the thunderous fury of a master in the Qi refining stage.
"Mr. Xiang, I understand what you mean, but you are still young after all, and you don't know that some things cannot be acted on your own initiative." Miss Liu glanced at Xiang Dong gratefully, smiled bitterly, shook her head and rejected him.
In her eyes, Xiang Dong was too young after all to be able to compete with Secretary-General Ding. If she took on the responsibility, she would be fired at most, but she could not harm the young Xiang Dong and the company's Manager Wu.
"Who do you think you are? Do you think you are qualified to take all the responsibilities? People with this name must be responsible. How can you maliciously attack a national cadre and not let him learn a lesson?" Secretary-General Ding stared at Miss Liu, but his hands
Pointing at Xiang Dong, he sneered.
Being "humiliated" by Xiang Dong in public just now made Secretary-General Ding very unhappy and even angry. No one in the entire Yanhuang District dared to treat him like this. If he didn't teach Xiang Dong a lesson, how could he lose face?
"Secretary-General Ding has such great authority, are you qualified to criticize Brother Dong?" As soon as Secretary-General Ding finished speaking, a cold voice came from the direction of the hall: "I want to see how Secretary-General Ding teaches Dong.
elder brother."
Everyone's expressions suddenly changed after hearing this, and they immediately looked around and saw a middle-aged man in his 50s with an elegant temperament and an imposing manner. This man trotted over with his face as heavy as water. Secretary-General Ding exclaimed in shock:
"Chairman Fan?!"
The visitor was none other than Fan Minghui, chairman of Xinhuang Group, who rushed over after receiving the news.
Secretary-General Ding suddenly looked grim. He was about to ask what he meant, but Fan Minghui paid no attention to anyone. He trotted up to Xiang Dong and said breathlessly: "I'm sorry, Brother Dong, Minghui came late and made you feel wronged. Minghui is late."
Hui deserves to die!"
Although Fan Minghui is a businessman, he is also a member of the Soochow Provincial Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference. He is considered a prominent and well-connected figure in the entire Soochow Province.
But such an awesome person apologized to a young man with a face full of fear. Everyone couldn't help but feel frightened in their hearts. Their hair stood up coldly like a man possessed, and their confused and confused minds were like a blank sheet of paper.
Stunned.
Among all the people, the most shocked people were Secretary-General Ding and Ms. Ling. Both of them were familiar with Fan Minghui and knew that he was a very restrained man with extremely powerful influence. Even the secretary of the Provincial Party Committee.
I am not qualified to receive such a great courtesy from him.
But such a restrained and respected figure actually supported Xiang Dong in a high-profile and respectful manner that was frightening. Is this thing really a big deal?
"Minghui, why are you here too?" Xiang Dong asked Fan Minghui calmly when he saw Fan Minghui running over panting. His cold expression warmed up a little.
Everyone trembled when they heard this, especially Secretary-General Ding and Mr. Kong, who had just used their power to suppress others and despised Xiang Dong. They spoke to Fan Minghui in a respectful tone. People like them actually said this.
Arrogant, disrespectful, and ridiculous!
Fan Minghui is a junior in the family, how can he and others climb up to Chairman Fan's head?
Secretary-General Ding, Mr. Kong and others could not help but bend their originally straight spines, and their raised chins also dropped in surprise.
"Hehe... I also accidentally learned that you are going to buy a house." Fan Minghui, who was originally not looking so good, suddenly let out a shy giggle.
It’s really hard to tell Xiang Dongming about the secretarial service reminder information. I can only laugh it off, otherwise it will cause misunderstanding to Xiang Dongming.
"You didn't say you wanted to buy a house this morning. If you had known about it, I would have done it for you personally. You would have to make a trip in person!" Fan Minghui hurriedly changed the subject in order to prevent Xiang Dong from asking further questions about secretarial services.
"It was just a whim. I really didn't want to buy a house before. After all, I'm still a student." Xiang Dong was diverted by him and said truthfully.
Everyone listened to the conversation between the two, and their hearts twitched hard. Baba, a dignified member of the Provincial Political Consultative Conference, tried to please a young man, but the young man actually accepted it calmly and said that he wanted to buy a house on a whim.
Holy shit, when buying a villa, do you think you are going to the vegetable market to buy cabbage? This attitude is so arrogant!
"Oh!..." Fan Minghui suddenly said: "But don't worry, I have already instructed the general manager of Hantang Real Estate to arrange for you the house of your choice, Brother Dong."
Everyone suddenly realized that what Manager Wu said just now was true. The person who really made the General Manager change his mind was actually Chairman Fan Minghui.
After hearing this, Manager Wu breathed a deep sigh of relief. With Fan Minghui's words, he was finally relieved. Otherwise, if the arrogant Secretary-General Ding took care of him, he would not be able to live his life well.
"Hello, Commissioner Fan! I'm Xiao Ding from Yanhuang District. I'm glad to see you here!" Secretary-General Ding didn't wait for Xiang Dong to answer, but bowed slightly, strode up to Fan Minghui, and extended his heart-warming
He said with a flattering smile on his hands.
At this time, he simply did not dare to let Xiang Dong and Fan Minghui continue the topic of the house. Fan Minghui was a member of the Provincial Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference with extremely strong connections, and his mouth could completely ruin his political life named Ding.
When facing Fan Minghui, he was no longer as arrogant and domineering as before. He looked more modest and kind. If you hadn't experienced it yourself, you would have thought that Secretary-General Ding was a loyal and honest elder.
"Why did I just hear that Secretary-General Ding wanted to teach Brother Dong a lesson? How are you going to teach Brother Dong a lesson?" Fan Minghui was not easy to fool. He ignored Secretary-General Ding's enthusiastic hands and stared coldly.
Secretary-General Ding asked in a cold voice.
Fan Minghui is not an ordinary wise man to be able to found a tens of billions group. How can he not know who Xiang Dong is in conflict with and who wants to step on Xiang Dong?
If someone wants to step on Fan Minghui's most respected brother Dong, not to mention the little secretary-general of Yanhuang District, even the secretary of the Zhehai Municipal Party Committee, Fan Minghui will not give him any face.
"Misunderstanding, this is all a misunderstanding. It was my short-sighted nephew who had a misunderstanding with Dong... Brother Dong." Secretary-General Ding retracted his hand in embarrassment, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and explained hurriedly.
At this time, Secretary-General Ding no longer cares about face or dignity. As long as he can get rid of the matter in front of him and prevent Fan Minghui from hating him, that's all Amitabha.
Although Fan Minghui doesn't have the ability to win him over, once he gets ruthless and uses his strong connections, it's really a piece of cake to win over his little deputy director level cadre.
"Misunderstanding?...You are qualified to have a misunderstanding with Brother Dong...ah?" Fan Minghui suddenly glared at Secretary-General Ding with a serious look.
"Ah!..." Secretary-General Ding did not expect that Fan Minghui suddenly changed his face and roared. He was frightened and screamed, taking several steps back.
As luck would have it, one of his feet happened to step on the thick phlegm he had spit on the ground. His foot slipped and he fell backwards quickly.
(Today is Qingming Festival, I have to worship my ancestors, so I can only update once, I’m very sorry!)