The old scholar and the old Taoist priest sat on the bluestone and looked at Fang Ming kindly, just like a grandfather looking at his grandson.
In the past five months of getting along, the old scholar and the old Taoist priest had learned a lot from each other. As they were about to part ways, Fang Ming couldn't help but get wet in his eyes!
"Boy!" the old scholar said, stroking his gray beard: "The old scholar and I won't be here tomorrow. We have taught you everything we know. The rest depends on your own understanding!"
"Thank you two masters, I will definitely understand it seriously!"
"You can teach me!" The old Taoist priest and the old scholar looked at each other, smiled happily, walked down the mountain hand in hand, and quickly disappeared into the dusk!
Fang Ming did not leave. He sat on the bluestone slab and looked at the sunset in the distance, with mixed feelings in his heart!
From the day he met Fang Tianhao, in just a few months, Fang Ming has undergone earth-shaking changes! It can be said that fate has opened a door to him, and now it depends on Fang Ming's own understanding.
The night wind was cool and cold, and a person climbed up slowly from below.
Is there anyone coming to climb the mountain at this time?
Fang Ming became vigilant and found that this person was walking in his direction!
The person who came here was about forty years old, his hair was combed and shiny, and his expression was a bit majestic. At first glance, he looked like a bossy person.
"Are you Fang Ming?" the middle-aged man asked tentatively.
"I am, who are you?"
"Lin Wenlong, it was Brother Qiang who asked me to come find you!"
Brother Qiang was so considerate that he did not go to Lin Wenlong, but the other party came to him first. Fortunately, with Brother Qiang as an introduction, he could save himself a lot of trouble.
After a few words of greeting, Fang Ming stated his plan straightforwardly. Lin Wenlong frowned and said: "We can use the commonly used method of affiliation, which is to bid in the name of our company, and then transfer the project to you after it is obtained."
"How much is the management fee?" Fang Ming was not willing to let Lin Wenlong suffer.
Lin Wenlong was shocked that a fifteen-year-old boy spoke and acted so maturely.
Charging management fees is a common practice in the engineering field. Construction teams that are not qualified to be affiliated with a company must pay a certain proportion of management fees to the affiliated company, usually around 3%.
Lin Wenlong is a cheerful person. He shook his head and said: "You are Brother Qiang's brother, why are you talking about management fees?"
"Mr. Lin, doing business requires a win-win situation, and I appreciate your kindness. You are so cheerful, and I can't be enough of a friend. Tell me, how much?"
"Okay!" Lin Wenlong no longer insisted: "Then let's charge one percent of the total project cost!"
Lin Wenlong didn't seem to care about whether Fang Ming could do it. He was more concerned about Fang Ming himself. For a freshman in high school, he was so experienced in doing things, which was impressive!
Fang Ming said a few polite words and asked about some bidding procedures, and the two of them walked down the mountain side by side.
Back in Mingxi County, it was the time when the lanterns were starting to come on, and Fang Ming was thinking about buying a few mobile phones. Although it was not possible for everyone to have one now, at least Chen Shaojun and Xiao Tianyu should be equipped with them to facilitate communication.
The most prosperous pedestrian street in Mingxi has a communication street that specializes in mobile phones. In addition to several major communication companies, this street also has some small vendors selling parallel imports, with a wide variety of mobile phones.
Fang Ming believes in pragmatism. He abandoned those mobile phones with many functions and went straight to practical mobile phones with good communication functions.
"Brother, do you want to buy a mobile phone? The newly arrived Motorola has a long standby time and is absolutely durable!" A crisp voice sounded. Fang Ming looked up and was shocked: "Ye Xinrou, why is it you?"
"You--are you Brother Mingzi?" The girl with neatly combed hair and a purple hairpin also recognized Fang Ming.
Ye Xinrou, Fang Ming's childhood playmate. When Fang Ming was nine years old, Ye Xinrou's father passed away, and her mother took her daughter to marry someone else. Fang Ming never saw her again, but she never expected that the two would meet here.
"Xinrou, didn't you go to another place? Why are you here?"
"My stepfather had a bad temper and always quarreled with my mother. My mother fell ill and died of illness when I was thirteen. I returned to Mingxi alone and rented a house nearby to live!"
Fang Ming couldn't help but shed tears when he heard the end.
Who would have thought that that innocent little girl with braids and following behind her would have experienced a bitterness that many children of the same age had never experienced before.
"Xinrou, I want three Motorola phones, please help me choose one!"
After some selection, Fang Ming chose a durable one with a total of one thousand and two dollars. Fang Ming did not counter-offer and directly took out a stack of banknotes.
"Brother Mingzi, are you working now?"
"No, I'm a freshman in Mingxi Middle School and work part-time. Buying a mobile phone is a business need!"
"Oh!" Ye Xinrou blinked her big watery eyes and asked curiously: "What kind of business is it?"
Fang Ming rubbed his head in embarrassment and said, "This business is still under negotiation. I don't know if we can win it!"
"Hey, hey, kid, can you step aside for a moment!" A master pulling a cart struggled to pull a cart of fruit over, and the two of them quickly got out of the way.
It was almost noon, and Fang Ming asked Ye Xinrou to close the stall first and find a small restaurant to eat.
"Xinrou, are you going to be alone when you come back?"
Ye Xinrou ate a plate of shredded pork with green pepper and kept saying: "It's delicious, it's delicious!" This scene made Fang Ming feel pain again.
"When I come back, I'll go find my uncle first. He gave me thousands of dollars and showed me such a way, so I'll do it first!" Ye Xinrou's smile on her face was like a tenaciously growing sunflower.
Flower, her strength reveals her sadness.
If this project can be won, then maybe---- "Brother Mingzi, do you think your project can be won?"
"It should be okay!"
Ye Xinrou put down her chopsticks, went to Fang Ming's mobile phone, pressed a series of numbers quickly, and then handed it to him: "Brother Mingzi, this is my mobile phone number. If you need help, call me anytime!"
After dinner, Ye Xinrou continued to set up the stall. The girl's fragile figure blended into the high-rise buildings behind her, which looked very sad. Back to the classroom, Fang Ming still had Ye Xinrou's figure in his mind, and he secretly made up his mind.
, be sure to get this project!
At five o'clock in the afternoon, Fang Ming asked for leave from his head teacher, Shen Xue, and then got into the Tao family's limousine.
"Ziqian, am I very nervous?"
Ziqian? It turns out that his name can be so gentle. Tao Ziqian smiled sweetly and said: "Fang Ming, my dad is not a tiger. Are you afraid that he will eat you?"
"No, I'm afraid I won't be able to win this project!" Most of the members of the Tianming Gang were from poor families, and Fang Ming suddenly felt that the burden on his shoulders became heavier.
"Don't worry, I believe you!"
Fang Ming stopped talking and looked out the window. A red and white villa appeared in front of him, and the carved electronic door slowly opened.
The car stopped at the door, and Tao Ziqian suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled Fang Ming out of the car.
Tao Ziqian's hands were beautiful, as slender as spring onions, and as soft as boneless hands. Fang Ming couldn't help but feel his heart beat!
He came to see Tao Zhenghua to get a project, so he had to keep his composure! Fang Ming straightened his shirt and leather shoes, and walked into Tao's study with his head held high.
"Dad, Fang Ming is here!" Opening the door, a middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses sat in front of the mahogany square table, exuding a calm and elegant aura. He is the head of the Huaxi Group.
Tao Zhenghua, known as a Confucian businessman.
"Hello, Mr. Tao, I am Fang Ming!" Fang Ming bowed respectfully to Tao Zhenghua, his expression neither humble nor overbearing.
Tao Zhenghua did not move, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle behind his spectacles. After years of fighting in the business world, Tao Zhenghua, a Confucian businessman, definitely had wolf blood flowing in his bones - cold and resilient! It is precisely relying on his extraordinary mind and courage that the West China Group has grown from
A small company making leather goods has developed into Tiantai City's leading large group. Tao Zhenghua himself was named an "Economic Man of the Year" by Nanchuan Province.
"Sit!" Tao Zhenghua pointed to the chair in front of him. Fang Ming bowed and sat on it.
"Fang Ming, I heard that your shop is doing well, why do you suddenly think of doing some construction work?"
Fang Ming had expected this problem. He smiled and said, "The shop was opened with the support of classmate Ziqian. I am not satisfied with the current situation."
"Oh?" Tao Zhenghua pushed up his glasses and said, "But you are still a student, so it wouldn't be a good idea to get involved in society so early, right?"
"Children of poor people are forced to take charge of their families early. This is also a life force. What's more, I have a group of brothers who are also poor children. I have to think about it for them!"
Tao Zhenghua was shocked. He was also a poor boy back then. He had been selling soda drinks and picking up rags since middle school. The young man in front of him was a shadow of himself!
Tao Zhenghua stared at Fang Ming for a long time and said slowly: "Our company will open the bid on the 12th next month. Remember to bring the bid document and the deposit together!"