Su Changfeng frowned slightly and said, "Let's wait another day."
"This is my business card." The man in Mao suit stretched out his hands, handed over a business card respectfully, and said: "Just give me a phone call, and I will be waiting for you in the antique shop at any time."
Su Changfeng nodded noncommittally.
At this time, his mobile phone suddenly received a message.
It was a text message from Zhang Qiang. It didn't say anything about it. It just asked him to go to the Impression City construction site if he was free.
"Okay, let's go."
After reading the message, Su Changfeng took Zhang Fushan and left without looking back.
Many antique shop owners in the rear jumped up and down, cursing: "You old guy, you didn't even mention taking us with you when you showed your courtesy, but now you've made us no longer human beings."
The man in the Chinese tunic suit showed a proud smile and said: "It's your fault that you have no vision. It's obvious that Jiang Hai offended Mr. Su, so Shuxiang Pavilion was closed down. And Jiang Hai was detained.
He has been labeled as endangering national security, and it is estimated that he will never be able to get out in this life."
After thinking about this clearly, the man in Chinese tunic suit showed his attentiveness to Su Changfeng without hesitation.
No matter which of his treasures Su Changfeng fell in love with, he was willing to give it to him with both hands.
Spending millions to make a top connection is definitely a good deal.
Having been in business for many years, the man in Chinese tunic has long understood that sometimes connections can be life-saving, but at most the extra money can only be put in the coffin and buried together.
...
At the same time, Zhang Fushan, who was driving, kept looking at Su Changfeng through the rearview mirror.
"What kind of boss have I got? He can mobilize the Hangzhou War Department at will."
"I originally thought Mr. Su was just an ordinary thigh, but now it seems that this is definitely a diamond thigh!"
Just when Zhang Fushan was thinking wildly, Su Changfeng said calmly: "Send me to the Impression City construction site, and then you can go back."
"Okay, Mr. Su." Zhang Fushan didn't say a word.
What happened today has completely shocked his little heart.
For Zhang Fushan, a big shot like Du Kui is an existence that he cannot touch at all. He knows very well that he is not worth mentioning in front of Du Kui, and no one will take him seriously.
After arriving at the Impression City construction site, Zhang Fushan diligently opened the back seat door for Su Changfeng, and then respectfully escorted Su Changfeng into the Impression City construction site.
"It seems that I have to take time to build a good relationship with Zhang Qiang in the future." Zhang Fushan muttered quietly before driving away.
Walking into the Impression City construction site, Su Changfeng went straight to the blue tin mobile house.
Opening the door, Su Changfeng found Zhang Qiang sitting on his desk with a frown on his face. The clothes he was wearing were obviously much cleaner, but they were still very simple.
"What's wrong with you? Did something happen at the construction site?" Su Changfeng asked doubtfully.
Zhang Qiang sighed slightly and said: "There are no problems with the project. It's just that recently some people from society have been coming to harass us. They beat us again and again. If we call the police, we can only lock them up for twenty-four hours. After they finish, they
They will harass me again and make me very annoyed."
Su Changfeng said: "It seems that someone is eyeing this fat piece of yours."