After all, when brothers work together, they both prosper.
But he still stayed stable.
Song Sanxi looked serious and took a sip of tea.
While I was getting cigarettes, Wang Wenhong personally handed over the cigarettes.
Return it to Song Sanxi and light the fire.
That expression was one of sincerity and fear.
The boss of a large city with more than 10 million people, at this time, really lost his mind.
I am a little fan of Feng Shui fortune telling theory.
Song Sanxi slowly exhaled the smoke and said seriously:
"Boss Wang, don't go without friends in the future. You will meet noble people when you meet them in a prosperous age."
"Listen to the good news when the flowers are falling, and the boat will naturally go straight when it reaches the bridge."
"Don't regard fame as life, and let go of life and death decisions."
"When success comes, everything will be successful. When success fails, beware of villains."
This is quite true, it has that flavor.
Wang Wenhong couldn't help but glanced sideways at his cousin. The two looked at each other and nodded.
Wang Wenjing said: "Mr. Song, what you said is very professional! But what is my brother's fate and future?"
Wang Wenhong: "Who are you referring to, the noble one? What do you mean when you listen to good news in the season of falling flowers? You don't regard fame as your life, but let go during the critical period of life and death? Who is this villain?"
Song Sanxi touched her chin and said, "Boss Wang, there are some things that are secrets. We can't go into details."
"Let's put it this way, Boss Wang, the top of your destiny is the provincial capital."
"If you want to go up, such as to Yanjing or something, the possibility is very small."
"Beware of villains, I really can't say this. I'll just click on it. While you are still in Zhonghai, be nice to the people in your hometown."
"Until the point is made, don't say it, don't say it..."
Song Sanxi, what he did was very mysterious.
The Wang brothers were frightened.
In fact, the most important thing about Song Sanxi is that it is based on the rules of the workplace, the difficulty of promotion in the workplace, and the stains in Wang Wenhong's life.
Let's put it this way, if Wang Wenhong went to the provincial capital, he would be very awesome.
Zhonghai, the first big boss to step out of Zhonghai in history.
According to convention, appointments for this kind of position are made in spring, when the flowers are falling.
According to his pace, it should be the spring of 2011.
However, on the way up from the provincial capital to Yanjing, there must be fierce fighting and games.
Wang Wenhong has great ambitions and limited talent, and his room for advancement is limited.
But, I really want to fight for life and death with others and go to Yanjing.
Then, the opponent will definitely take action.
At this time, it is not impossible for some villains to appear.
Zhonghai, Wang Wen and Hong Tu’s thoughts as emperors, don’t they offend others?
How did his ex-wife die?
Are there not too many people in Zhonghai’s top circles who know about it?
Just such a thing, even though it happened many years ago, but the stain in his life is as bad as the stain in his life, he will not be able to get into Yanjing, or it will be very difficult for him to get into it!
It would be best for Wang Wenhong to stay in the provincial capital until he retires. After all, he will be almost old by then.
This is in line with logic and mathematics, and Song Sanxi’s judgment is very accurate.
The Wang brothers are related to Feng Shui and fortune telling, which is reasonable.
The two brothers nodded in approval.
Wang Wenhong's eyes showed a little bit of unwillingness, which disappeared in a flash.
But, this was caught by Song Sanxi.
On the spot, Song Sanxi said calmly: "Boss Wang, don't force anything, otherwise it will be bad if it harms others and yourself. Let me give you some more suggestions. If you go to the provincial capital, keep your head down, do more, speak less, and trouble will come from your words."
If you go out, small things will cause big troubles; eat less, use shorter hands, guard the top and control the bottom, I'm afraid you can turn danger into disaster, be lucky in disaster, and maybe a miracle will happen to Yanjing. If you are undecided in time, you can do it in time.
Communicate with Aunt Mei Yuzhen, or contact me!"
These words came out wonderfully, like a fortune teller.
But, isn’t it a kind of wisdom that leads to a high position?
The expression on Wang Wenhong's face changed as he listened.
Obviously, he understood what Song Sanxi said, but it conflicted with his ideals.
For example, when he is promoted to a provincial capital, what he can think about is that in a high position, I have to make money, live a luxurious life, have a lot of women and so on.
However, Song Sanxi hit the key point, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.
A local emperor who is used to high-profile, used to eating, getting used to, and playing with, it is really not used to him suddenly becoming clear-headed.
However, Song Sanxi's ability still suppressed Wang Wenhong.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! Song Sanxi, I listen to you. After all, you said there are still miracles! Haha..."
Song Sanxi smiled, a little mysteriously, "Be yourself, if there is a miracle, leave it to fate!"
"No! I want to pursue a miracle! Song Sanxi, if something happens, I will come to you! After Ma Guaizi, you will be my royal Feng Shui master!"
Wang Wenhong is very confident and dreamy.
He also relied heavily on Song Sanxi.
After he finished speaking, he rummaged through the briefcase he had with him.
He actually took out a bank card and slapped it on the table, "The password is 168168. There are two million in it. It's my life's money. You must accept it! The money given by Wang Wenhong will not be taken back!"
Song San smiled happily, "Okay, it's better to obey orders than to be respectful, so I'll accept it."
Wang Wenhong said again: "I believe in your Feng Shui and your numerology. If the good news really comes, I will give you another ten million!"
"Okay, on behalf of the people of Zhonghai, I will collect the money back once. Then, the money you gave me will be used for the orphanage. Take it from the people, use it for the people, give back to the society, and do good deeds to accumulate virtue for me.
For you too!"
Wang Wenhong smiled awkwardly, and even Wang Wenjing lowered his head.
But Wang Wenhong said: "By the way, Sanxi, you haven't said yet what difficulties there are in the project!"
Song Sanxi squeezed her fingers with a smile, "Boss Wang, aren't you a little tight on funds? Now it's less than 1.5 billion, and the plate is too big. Let's take a loan, and the interest rate is high."
Wang Wenhong laughed, "You fortune teller, you can't calculate money! Wen Jing, let's say hello to the Poverty Alleviation Office tomorrow and give 500 million to Sanxi, interest-free for one year, and the bank will pay interest in the second year
Half the interest rate.”
Wang Wenjing immediately said: "Okay Brother Hong, this is no problem."
Wang Wenhong was a little proud, "Three joys, how about it? Is it enough?"
Song Sanxi quickly raised her hand and said, "It's done, enough, enough..."
"If you don't turn around enough, let's see how your Feng Shui fortune telling goes. If it's correct, I'll approve another billion; if it's not, I'll have to ask for the account in advance!"
Song Sanxi laughed, "Boss Wang, that's interesting. Come on, thank you!"
Having said that, raise your glass.
"If you are interesting enough, Mr. Wang must also be interesting enough."
Afterwards, the teacups were touched and everyone drank.
Putting down the cup, Wang Wenjing had just refilled the tea and was thinking about asking Song Sanxi to give him a handful.
As a result, someone knocked on the door.
So Wang Wenjing put away his thoughts and hurried to open the door.
As soon as the door opened, a smell of alcohol hit my face.
When he saw it was Wang Hui, his heart tightened and he quickly winked.
Wang Hui seemed quite familiar at this time, "Uncle Jing, why are you winking? We are a family..."
While talking, he walked inside, and then...
"Uh... you... like dogs!"
Wang Hui's eyes widened and he hated Song Sanxi.
Then, everyone was shocked.
Why are father, Uncle Jing and Song Sanxi together?
From the looks of it, the relationship is quite close?
Wang Wenhong slapped the table and said, "You bastard, kneel down!!!"