He raised his head as if thinking, then lowered his head and said with certainty: "It's true, I wouldn't have noticed it unless you told me, small waist, pencil legs, net... snake face, alas, I just can't afford A."
Following Fang Zhe's words, Wu Mingzhu's face gradually darkened. When she heard the last sentence, she broke her guard: "Pfft!"
After laughing for a while, he looked down at himself and raised his head confidently. Fang Zhe pretended not to see anything and dragged his luggage downstairs: "I'll put my luggage in the car and I'll go back after lunch. I'll have a day off.
I have to go to the Special Administrative Region."
"Okay, let's wait until you come back." Wu Mingzhu thinks this arrangement is very reasonable. After all, the domestic industry is huge and it is unrealistic to leave it alone. No matter how much you trust the people below, you won't be indifferent.
In fact, Wu Mingzhu feels that Fang Zhe's nerves are already big enough. The Peak Fund and Must Die in the United States are such a huge industry. If they leave it alone, they are really just saying a few words on the big policy. The rest are really
Just ignore it. If it were him, he would be looking at such a huge property with a magnifying glass.
Zhao Jie looked sad, feeling that her secretary had been abandoned by her boss. In fact, she was now an assistant and secretary, doing the work of two people. It really echoed what Fang Zhe said, women should be treated as men, and men should be treated as men.
It's for livestock. Fortunately, the money has been provided.
Seeing Fang Zhe appear at the door of the hotel, Zhao Jie smiled and prepared to greet her. When she saw Wu Mingzhu following him, she stood firm again. She just opened the car door and said silently, I don't want to think nonsense, this boss is a scumbag.
If Zhao Jie still had some fantasies about Fang Zhe at first, now she has basically no idea. If she wanted to scumbag herself, there would be many opportunities. If she wanted to scumbag herself, she would have been scumbag long ago. It was just because she was not tempted. In the beginning, Zhao Jie was not very interested.
Convinced, is it because my face is not good-looking, or my waist is not thin enough, or my legs are not long enough? Later, when I looked at the women around Fang Zhe, I probably realized that I was not destined to eat this bowl of rice. It really is.
He can only do his job as a secretary.
The driver took the luggage and Fang Zhe got into the car directly. Wu Mingzhu followed him in. Zhao Jie could only sit in the front and looked at the couple behind through the rearview mirror. Humph, what a big deal? I am young and beautiful. Forget it, turn around.
It's better to accept the family's arrangement and believe it. When you wake up from a dream, it's really time to wake up from a dream. If you didn't go to the United States with me this time, it's time to wake up from the dream.
"Boss, does today count as overtime work?" Zhao Jie reminded, this is not for herself, but for the driver. During the Chinese New Year, she called people out of the house. Fang Zhe said loudly: "It doesn't count, but there is a red envelope.
"As he spoke, he took out two prepared red envelopes and handed them to Zhao Jie, obviously one for each person.
Zhao Jie took the red envelope without opening it. She just squeezed it and smiled: "Thank you, boss."
I gave a red envelope to the driver, Lao Zhang, who also smiled and said: "Thank you, boss."
Fang Zhe asked strangely: "When did calling yourself boss become popular? Why didn't I know?"
Zhao Jie laughed after hearing this and said, "That's it. It seems to be very popular to call me boss recently."
"Okay, the boss will be the boss." Fang Zhe didn't care. When the car arrived, he opened the door and got off. There was not much change in this area.
A few cranes were erected at the factory building of the Sixth Cotton Spinning Factory one station away. Fang Zhe looked in that direction in a daze: "Has construction started there? There were people who wanted to acquire Yuanda's land.
"
"It's been only half a year since the construction started. The old factory area is said to be a residential development area. The street with the old Yuanda office building is now a gap. There are still two factory buildings that are now warehouses. Vice President Fang didn't ask you where the land should be.
How to dispose of it?" Zhao Jie is also very concerned about this. The land is not small. There are two five-story workshops, as well as an office building and warehouse more than 100 meters facing the street.
"What development do you think should be done on that land?" Fang Zhe asked suddenly, and Zhao Jie was stunned for a moment: "I don't know."
"I'll give you a task to investigate and see what should be done over there." Fang Zhe reminded.
Theoretically, that piece of land is the most valuable piece of land in the Sixth Cotton Spinning Factory. It faces the street and is opposite several factories and living areas. Now these factories have gradually moved away, but the living areas are still there. According to memory, that street was later developed
It will be turned into a pedestrian street. It's still early now, so just put it over there first. Anyway, the longer it stays there, the more valuable the land will be.
Unless the city acquires land, to be honest, if the land is acquired, Fang Zhe won't have much resistance, but he will definitely ask for the area to be relocated. How about developing it himself? These thoughts are just a brief flash, and I really don't take it seriously.
go.
Wu Mingzhu took down all her luggage and looked at Fang Zhe's dazed back: "What are you looking at? You are so involved."
Fang Zhe looked back and smiled. The changes in this area were not small. The street was originally surrounded by a wall, but now it has been developed into two-story shops. The food stall that used to have a door on the wall has become a shop. This street
There must be twenty or thirty shops, and there are people doing business there. Several communities in this area were built in the 1980s, so the business of these shops must be poor.
"You don't want to buy a few of the shops in this row to collect rent for your mother?" Fang Zhe was a little surprised.
"Who told you that you didn't buy any? When the district was going to be developed, I told my mother to buy as many as she could. In the end, she only bought five, saying that the money was sitting in the bank until it expired and she was reluctant to take it out.
I was so angry that I hurriedly sent her money, but I didn't expect that it was already sold out." Wu Mingzhu also complained.
Fang Zhe looked at the street, then at the people coming out of the open rolling shutter door, and smiled: "Hello, aunt, I am Fang Zhe."
Fang Zhe couldn't remember the last time he saw Wu Mingzhu's mother. She hadn't divorced Lao Wu at that time. At that time, she thought this aunt still looked very young, about thirty, but now she looks younger.
Now that she is much older, it seems that the divorce from Wu Longbin still had a big impact on her.
"Xiao Fang is here, please come in quickly. This shop is opened by Uncle Mingzhu, and the business is pretty good." He was running out of words.
Fang Zhe smiled and saw a bald middle-aged man coming out from behind. He thought he was one of Wu Mingzhu's uncles. At this moment, Fang Zhe suddenly thought of what he said about time deposits, and felt that the credibility of this statement was not high.
Wu Mingzhu's two uncles were both there. One came out to pick up the luggage and the other was busy in the kitchen. Grandma was bedridden due to illness.
Fang Zhe got to know her, then went to see Grandma Mingzhu who was sleeping, and finally came out and sat down in the small living room.
This is an old house, so the living room is not big. After putting in the refrigerator and TV, it looks quite cramped.
Fang Zhe didn't care about things here, so he didn't ask. After sitting down, he listened to Mingzhu's mother talk about it and roughly knew what was going on here.