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Chapter 077: Hidden Dragon Has Not Teng Abyss
Song Guo frowned secretly when she learned that Peng Yuanzheng was about to be "assigned" to a grassroots rotation.
If Peng Yuanzheng's identity is exposed, I'm afraid many people will not understand why, with his noble background, he would stay at the grassroots level "incognito" and work hard to start as a small official in an agency. If it had been someone else, he might have been a long time ago.
With the help of family power, he has soared to the sky.
But Song Guo understands Peng Yuanzheng. Because deep down, they are the same type of people. Both are somewhat arrogant and persistent. They are not willing to rely on family strength to eat what is available and to be the kind of second-generation son-in-law who enjoys everything.
Peng Yuanzheng stayed down-to-earth at the grassroots level, which was the same mentality as when he refused his father's request to enter the officialdom and insisted on doing academic work at the university.
At this point, the two of them cherished each other. This was a key for both of them to become friends. Song Guo obviously felt that if she was just blindly fawning and not frank enough to make friends, Peng Yuanzheng might not be able to have a deep friendship with him.
Huang Dalong raised his wine glass and chuckled, "Young Master Peng, Young Master Song, this is what we have agreed on from now on. Every weekend, we will come out to get together, eat, drink, sing, and live a happy life!"
Huang Dalong pulled out a sentence, and Wang Na couldn't help but smile, covered her mouth and said, "It's a pleasure to have friends come from far away, but when it comes to your mouth, it becomes a pleasure in life. You really ruined the saint by being polite."
words of wisdom."
Huang Dalong didn't take it seriously and continued to smile, "I'm a rough guy with no education, but my heart is genuine."
Huang Dalong patted his chest hard, "You two regard me, Huang Dalong, as a friend and a brother. From now on, I, Huang Dalong, will go through life and death for these two young masters without any hesitation!"
Song Guo smiled brightly and said, "Huang Dalong, just forget it and go through fire and water. From now on when we two brothers go out to play, all the expenses will be yours. Anyway, you can't spend all the money in your family."
Song Guo was so straight to the point, but the more he said this, the happier Huang Dalong felt, which meant that Song Guo did not treat him as an outsider. It was a good thing and a pleasure for him that Song Guo and Peng Yuanzheng were willing to spend his money. You know, there are
How many people have tried hard to get together with officials and officials like Song Guo, but they can't.
"Yes, yes, I'll pay for it. Everything you eat, drink, and play is mine." Huang Dalong laughed loudly and expressed his opinion.
Peng Yuanzheng also laughed and joined in the fun, "Mr. Huang, aren't you afraid that the two of us will deprive you of your wealth?"
Wang Na laughed and interjected, "How much does it cost to have a meal and sing? Another day, let Dalong invite us to go abroad for fun!"
At this moment, Peng Yuanzheng's pager beeped. Peng Yuanzheng smiled and took it and saw that it was Feng Botao's home phone number.
Huang Dalong chuckled and took out the Big Brother he just bought from his bag and threw it over, "Master Peng, use this one!"
Mobile Phone has just started to be launched in China, and it is very expensive. Those who can afford Mobile Phone are probably the nouveau riche kids like Huang Dalong.
Peng Yuanzheng smiled and did not refuse, but he walked out while dialing the phone number.
While Peng Yuanzheng went out to make a phone call, Huang Dalong leaned over and whispered in a low voice, "Young Master Song, can you introduce Mr. Peng's background to my brother?"
In fact, Huang Dalong had wanted to ask for a long time, but he had been holding back.
He became more and more curious about Peng Yuanzheng's identity. Based on Huang Dalong's understanding of Song Guo, Song Guo's attitude when getting along with him was respectful and somewhat invisible, and he was definitely not an ordinary person.
An unpredictable and mysterious smile appeared on the corner of Song Guo's mouth. He stared at Huang Dalong and said lightly, "Huang Dalong, don't ask so many questions. I can only tell you that being able to know him is a blessing that you, Huang Dalong, earned in your previous life.
It’s also great luck for your Huang family!”
"Don't ask, don't tell. If you want to keep dating him, don't touch those frivolous things of yours."
Song Guo's voice became very solemn and serious.
Huang Dalong rolled his eyes and sat up straight with a smile, but he was writing music in his mind, waiting for his sister Huang Yingying to go on winter vacation and ask her to set up Song Guo's words.
Peng Yuanzheng came back quickly after making a phone call. The pager was from his mother Meng Lin. He was living alone in Xin'an City. Meng Lin was somewhat uneasy and repeatedly told him to take care of himself.
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After drinking, several people went to sing and dance until late at night. Huang Dalong took the driver to send Peng Yuanzheng and Song Guo home one by one, and then returned to the Huang family's villa on the outskirts of the city with Wang Na.
Song Guo tiptoed and opened the security door of her home. As soon as she entered the door, she heard her father's majestic voice coming from the study, "Song Guo!"
Song Guo took a breath of cold air.
Song Bingnan was very disgusted with his petty bourgeoisie attitude of gathering friends outside to drink and sing, and would give him a severe scolding every time he caught him.
Most of his drunkenness immediately dissipated. He walked into the study hesitantly, rubbed his hands and said with a smile, "Dad, are you still awake?"
Song Bingnan frowned and said, "You went out to make trouble in Tianhei again. How many times have I told you?"
Song Guo said in a low voice, "Dad, I am playing with Peng Yuanzheng tonight. Don't worry, your son and I will never do anything to ruin the family tradition."
Hearing that he was with Peng Yuanzheng, the anger on Song Bingnan's face gradually disappeared.
"Forget it, go to bed." Song Bingnan waved his hand.
"By the way, Dad, I heard that Peng Yuanzheng is going to be sent down by the Propaganda Department for rotational training." Song Guo was about to go out, but turned back and said softly.
"Rotation training? What's the trick?" Song Bingnan was startled and pondered.
After a while, Song Bingnan raised his head and looked at his son, his voice solemn and urgent, "Did Peng Yuanzheng tell you? What's his attitude?"
"He doesn't seem to care, but from what I hear, it seems that the newly arrived leader of the Propaganda Department doesn't like him very much..." Song Guo took a step forward, leaned down and said, "Dad, I don't think you can
No matter. If he suffers injustice in the city, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the Feng family to talk to him."
Song Bingnan raised his eyebrows, waved his hands and said, "Go to bed and leave it alone."
Song Guo said oh and left quietly.
After Song Guo left, Song Bingnan lit another cigarette and sat behind the lamp, lost in thought. The curls of smoke rose in the dim light, gradually blurring his face.
The Feng family allowed Peng Yuanzheng to stay in Xin'an without disclosing his identity. This must be incredible in the eyes of ordinary people; but at Song Bingnan's height and level, he can almost conclude that this is because the old man of the Feng family is preparing to cultivate this person with all his strength.
A sure sign of being the eldest grandson.
You must know that the more experienced Peng Yuanzheng is at the grassroots level, the stronger his foundation will be, and he will be able to spread his wings and soar into the sky in the future.
The hidden dragon has not soared into the abyss, just because the time is ripe.
Thinking of this, Song Bingnan couldn't help but sigh. Although Feng Botao didn't say anything explicitly, the third-generation young prince of the Feng family was by his side. If something really happened to Peng Yuanzheng, even if the Feng family would not
No matter what, he couldn't get over this hurdle in his own mind.
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