Thinking of Mr. Zhan's eagerness to hold Song Qianqian in his arms, Zhan Liunian became even more upset.
Aren't you just good at some tricks? Can you still play the business world?
When the time comes, we will still have to count the money for capitalists like them.
"Earl Song, I have to send him in, and you have to give me someone when the time comes." Zhan Liunian finally said.
The eyebrows of the Shang Dynasty were raised slightly, and Song Qianqian also said that he would let Count Song join the Divine Weapon Department, but after half a year.
This is not a conflict.
But all he said to Zhan Liunian was: "Just don't send yourself in."
Having said this, the phone was hung up.
Uncle Zeng had been in contact with Song Qianqian several times, and now he was inevitably overflowing with curiosity and looked in the rearview mirror.
He spoke out: "Master Qi, isn't the painting Miss Song mentioned just now the one Xiang Dingzhou wants?"
"Then if Miss Song finds the painting one step ahead of Mr. Zhan, will Mr. Zhan want to withdraw money from Miss Song while still not getting the Xiang family's capital injection? Wouldn't the bank be empty?"
This is terrible! It will go bankrupt.
Shang Chao's eyes fell on the basket of oranges. She said she was rude to Zhan Liunian. She was really rude. She wanted to kill him.
Who is she?
"Master Qi, are you really not going to help Mr. Zhan?" Uncle Zeng was worried about Zhan Liunian.
After all, the two families have some friendship.
The Shang Dynasty Buddha skewered in his hands and closed his eyes, "He has indeed taken too big steps in recent years."
It's okay to take a fall. Being too eager for quick success is not a good thing.
Besides, the man said solemnly: "I can't help."
The Shang Dynasty has been secretly looking for that painting for many years, just to find a way to establish contact with the Xiang family and facilitate cooperation.
Although Xiang Dingzhou is a nouveau riche, he is extremely clear-headed. He has no close friendship with any rich and powerful people, and he also has that confidence.
After all, you are sitting on a mountain of real gold and silver.
As for the Shang Dynasty, the painting was never found, but Xiang Tianhe became his little follower.
Even so, Xiang Dingzhou still didn't have any special dealings with the Shang Dynasty. If it were anyone else, his son would have such a good relationship with the Shang Dynasty, and he would have been fawning over him long ago.
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The next day, Song Qianqian got up very early.
The eldest brother, Earl Song, went to the hospital specially designed for the martial arts field and underwent various examinations. There were no major problems, but he still had to stay in the hospital for a week.
After returning from the hospital, she brought breakfast to her family, then went upstairs to turn on her computer and log into StarNet.
She wanted to help the Shang Dynasty find the painting, and she also had to check information from many sources to determine the specific location.
Thirty years after her death in her last life, Haicheng's urban planning has undergone great changes. What used to be a roadside public toilet may now be a popular restaurant.
The place where she lived back then has changed drastically.
It wasn't until eleven o'clock in the afternoon that she put on the watch and went to see the Shang Dynasty.
She changed her clothes, wearing a pair of denim overalls and a black short-sleeved shirt. Her short hair was raised at one corner, looking energetic and playful.
"So soon?" Shang Chao thought she was here to tell him the whereabouts of the painting.
"What to drink?" Shang Chao immediately put down his work and asked, "Coffee?"
Song Qianqian sat down and asked, "Is there any milk?"
Shang Chao paused as he was about to open the cabinet door, his face changed subtly, and he suddenly looked back at her, "What?"
She pursed her lips and smiled, "Just plain water."
Probably because her blood in the mortal world still has supernatural powers, Song Qianqian has never been used to drinking all kinds of drinks, and only drinks milk and plain water.
Shang Chao closed the coffee cabinet door. He heard her words, picked up the phone on the table and called his secretary.
Before speaking, he looked at her again and asked: "Pure fresh milk? Or sweet milk?"
She was not polite and said, "Fresh milk."
Shang Chao then turned to the phone and asked for a bottle of fresh milk.
The secretary was confused. When did Mr. Shang like drinking fresh milk? She was not prepared!
Ten minutes later.
The secretary delivered a bottle of fresh milk in a beautiful glass bottle. He handed it to Shang Chao respectfully and asked: "Mr. Shang, do you need to say hello to the supplier?"
In this way, fresh milk will be delivered directly from specialized suppliers in the future.
Shang Chao did not reply at that time, and nodded and asked the secretary to go out first.
Song Qianqian took the bottle and took a sip, her beautiful eyebrows raised slightly, she was very satisfied with the taste.
A sentence flashed in Shang Chao's mind: Unweaned children!
Then he frowned, so he had inappropriate thoughts about an unweaned child?
Over there, Song Qianqian suddenly asked him: "Is Shang doing real estate development?"
Shang Chao nodded, "Any advice?"
Song Qianqian looked up at the wall of Shang Chao's office.
His office is grand and grand, and what is hung on the wall are not famous paintings or watches, but various maps, world maps, national maps, Haicheng maps, and maps of properties in the name of the Shang family in various provinces.
She stood up, walked to the map of Haicheng, pointed at a lake, and said, "Are you interested in this place?"
Judging from Shang's Haicheng territory, Shang has no real estate development in this area.
To be precise, Haicheng's urban planning for that area seems to be very low-efficiency.
"Wanglun Lake has been built for many years, and the municipal government has never approved it. You are very discerning." Shang Chao curled his lips slightly.
I chose a tough guy.
"This lake doesn't have much commercial value, so why has no one thought about developing it?" Song Qianqian felt very puzzled.
The key point is that her painting is at the bottom of the lake. How can it be produced without development?
Shang Chao walked over and pointed around "Wanglun Lake", "This area of thousands of kilometers has been deserted for many years, and the development index is extremely high."
The surrounding public facilities are a problem, the main thing is...
"The municipal government is particularly strict about this area. I contacted Shang's development department and finally found out that it was the old Military Commission that refused to move."
In other words, even the land director of Haicheng did not dare to approve that lake.
"What is the old Military Commission that has such lax control?" She looked unhappy.
Why does it take so much trouble for her to get her own things? Why was she so happy when it was her private residence back then and it was renamed "Wang Lun Lake"?
Shang Chao choked on the coffee he just took a sip when he heard her calling the old military committee "something".
Seeing her so angry that she took two sips of milk, she felt extremely cute and explained angrily: "The old military commission is very respected. If we have a chance to meet, you can't call her that."
At the end, Shang Chao suddenly realized something and looked at her funny.
"In the business between you and me, I'm the one doing the business. You're looking for a painting. Why do you come here to induce me to spend a lot of money again in the middle of the day?"
Wanglun Lake real estate development is not a small sum.
He had taken care of the matter for her, but he still wanted to spread the money? But not a single trace of her paintings could be seen.
This was the first time someone did business with him like this.
Song Qianqian looked at him, since the old military commission wouldn't let the lake be touched...
"Then lend me the person. I'll use it tonight and I'll return it to you tomorrow morning," she said.
Shang Chao's thin lips curled up slightly, do you want him to be a stranger?
"Twenty-four won't be used up, just a fraction of four will do," she continued.