"What the hell, uh, I'm sorry, I mean there is no funding at all. It would be great if the school could support a venue for you to use. If you really need funding, there is only one way, in various competitions and performances.
To give the school face, that is, if the face project is in place, there will probably be bonuses ranging from several thousand, but this is a lot of money. It also depends on the culture of the school. Not all college students like to play in clubs." Wang Feng
Somewhat angrily, he said that in fact, he had set up a "waste club" by himself. Although he recruited a lot of losers, it still ended in disgrace. The world of losers is incomprehensible to mortals.
Zhang Heng rubbed his temples and suddenly felt that this was not going to work. With his limited thinking and three young losers, it would be okay if he took his time, but in reality he lacked time.
Thinking of this, he said: "Wang Feng, please do some statistics on the club. Don't think about money first."
When Wang Feng heard this, he wanted to refuse, but he couldn't say it at all. He simply gritted his teeth and said: "Brother Zhang, don't worry, I will give you the news in three days at most. I have a friend who sells extracurricular books."
Yes, there are contacts with various colleges and universities, so it is easy to obtain information in this regard."
Zhang Heng was naturally overjoyed. Although he had a map of Chengdu in his mind, it was just a map. It would be best to have detailed information about colleges and universities.
Then he said: "Zi Chen, how about if you have friends who are good at kung fu, call them over to help, and work in the martial arts gym in the future!" As for saying this, it is because Ying Long and his group may not be able to teach basic routines after they come out.
It would be more appropriate to leave this entry-level matter to Zi Chen and others.
"Okay, I won't say much. As long as there is a stable income, there will be no problem for dozens of people." Zi Chen replied excitedly.
Zhang Heng breathed a sigh of relief. It’s not like he didn’t accomplish anything today. As for Shen Sheng, he said again: “Shen Sheng, I have nothing to trouble you for the time being.”
Shen Mo nodded and didn't ask any more questions. He was not a talkative person.
It was still early. It was not time for dinner, so the few of them just chatted about some interesting things and enjoyed the relaxed moment of the party.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Heng suddenly received an unexpected phone call, "Do you have a problem with me?"
"Yes, I would like to ask you to be the leader of the old village gang." An old man's resolute voice came over the phone.
This old man is none other than Old Man Li from the tea restaurant downstairs of the club, a eldest brother on the road who has abdicated!
In small towns, those who carry the bully are called tillers. The handle is the most important, which means holding the leader's ear. In coastal areas, it is called "Ziguan!"
Zhang Heng could still understand that he was nothing more than a second-rate man, but understanding meant understanding. What did the old man mean when he suddenly said this? Then he asked: "You'd better calm down for a while. Could it be that you want to invite me to serve as a tea restaurant?"
Head waiter?"
"Ahem!" Suddenly a rapid coughing sound came from the other side of the phone. Li Jianguo was immediately shocked and replied with a depressed expression: "It's not the restaurant, it's the entire old village gang in Chengdu. You know that the Dairy Plaza was a few decades ago?"
Where? That's my family's ancestral home...I couldn't tell you clearly on the phone. Can you come over now?"
"It'll be later. I'm having tea with my friends right now. It's hard to leave!" Zhang Heng replied thoughtfully, and his words were gentler than before.
But he didn't know that just these words still choked Old Man Li. He could only sigh that young people nowadays, especially such alternative young people, can't afford to hurt him.
"How about you call your friends over? I am a tea restaurant owner and I am still short of tea. I have all kinds of good tea here." Li Jianguo's attitude was low enough.
Zhang Heng pondered for a moment, thinking about some issues quickly in his mind. The original plan was to quickly control the Tibetans in Shu, but then he realized that this was not a day's work. Perhaps as Tashi said, he had to do it.
Only by working bravely and diligently again and again and causing major events that can enhance prestige can the Tibetans completely return to their hearts.
The other is the influence of Tashi. Tashi's continued stay in Chengdu actually hindered Zhang Heng's control actions. Perhaps this was done intentionally by Tashi, fearing that his sudden control of a large number of Tibetans would cause an irreversible commotion, or perhaps
It allows him to take over the religious rights smoothly, but after Zhang Heng thought about it carefully, he felt that these are not important anymore. The most important thing is the power he has cultivated himself, like a big tribe that is united together, is the best!
It is not easy to establish his own power in a short period of time. He must first rely on external forces. Tibetans alone may not be enough, so he plans to start from a martial arts school.
Now an old man suddenly appeared and asked him to be the bully. No matter what the situation was, he was a little interested, so he said: "Okay, we will be here in half an hour."
"I'll wait for you in the restaurant. It's closed to the public today!" the old man said simply.
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Heng told the three of them the general situation. He didn't want to be silent and immediately said: "Zhang Heng, is the old man you are talking about really the man named Li from the restaurant in the back alley of Dairy Plaza?"
"Yes, what's wrong?" Zhang Heng asked in confusion. Zi Chen's expression was similar, because the meals ordered by the club were delivered by the tea restaurant. Only Wang Feng was thinking about the college club and was not mentally focused here.
side.
"That old man is a bit unusual. He is the older brother who has retired from the road. He is not really black. He is probably not too black, but not too white either. He was born gray. How come you are so familiar with him?" Shen Mo was a little surprised.
asked.
Zhang Heng carefully recalled it and said, "I'm not familiar with him. I just went to his restaurant to eat a few times. From what you said, it's not a lie if he invited me to be a bully."
"Ahem~~!" Three coughs were heard in succession, and the three silent people immediately became depressed.
Zi Chen immediately shouted: "I'm talking about Zhang Heng, isn't your luck too good? As soon as you entered the city, you met Mr. Fu. Mr. Fu took the initiative to introduce you to the job, and then he met those few of you.
Master brother, don't tell me that I also took the initiative to recognize you as my brother. Then the three of us rushed up to you, and you dealt with us and ended up becoming friends. Recently, you suddenly became the barbarian king of the Tibetans.
You are a big shot, but today a big brother suddenly asked you to be the bully again. With your luck, even ghosts and gods have to avoid you!"
Zhang Heng was stunned for a moment. It seemed that this was really the case. His luck started to flourish from the moment he set out in the village. After getting the ring, he casually chose the word "king". Who would have thought that he would really become the Sun King of the tribe now!
The family has undergone earth-shaking changes...
"Haha, that's right. How about I give you some luck?" Zhang Heng said half-jokingly.
In the end, Wang Feng replied: "It would be great if Brother Zhang could protect us from now on."
Zhang Heng smiled and did not reply directly. You know your horse power from a distance, and you can see people's hearts over time. Reality is different from space. People's hearts are the most complicated. Only after they have been in contact for a long time can they be called true brothers. Although he did not answer, if there is anything
He will still help with things because he is a person of contradictions.
"Let's go now and meet Old Man Li!" Zhang Heng suggested.
When he got downstairs, Wang Feng took the initiative to ask for a driver, and even asked him jokingly if he was in need of a driver. This really made him startled. Maybe he would need it in the future, but it was too early now, so he said: "We are all
My friend, I said the driver has gone out of business, what if the martial arts school can make money and come here to work as a manager."
"Okay, okay." Wang Feng agreed.
The car drove out. Zhang Heng sat in the passenger seat and took out his mobile phone to initiate a text message. He sent a text message to the female doctor: "Only those who are seriously ill can contact me at any time. You decide what kind of talents are suitable for you. There is no age limit. Pay more attention to business talents."
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Soon the female doctor replied: "Got it!"
Zhang Heng showed a smile. In Shu, patients who cannot be treated well by South China Hospital are basically sentenced to death. The female doctor is considered an undercover agent, and the price he pays is a piece of land in the space. He will be sent to the hospital according to the merit.
To the female doctor.
I felt that it was unlikely that the female doctor would betray him, because the old doctor was one of my own now, and his confession could not be correct. He shook his head and stopped thinking too much. He couldn't think of everyone too evil, otherwise this would happen.
It affects his character, and he doesn't want to become a suspicious and gloomy person.
Immediately, the consciousness descended into the space and asked the experts to calculate what things in the tribe can be quickly turned into money in reality. The method should be able to come up with it. The key is that the person who operates this operation is not easy to choose. This is a long-term work. Zhang Heng
I don’t want to become a robot busy making money.
He also arranged for an expert group to recommend a candidate to help him find elderly intangible inheritors. This is a long-term project. Zhang Heng still has to make detailed calculations about recruiting talents. Maybe it will be more convenient when his office is up and running.
, do not avoid relatives when promoting talents, Tibetans will also poach talented people. Does this count as poaching a corner of the tantric sect? For example, a master who forges Tibetan knives has been poached into the space. Once coal is mined in large quantities, it will be large-scale.
For large-scale casting of weapons, even if no ore is found in the early stage, it can be replaced with modern discarded steel. This is cheaper and cost-effective!
After thinking about it for a while, he came to the Cow Plaza when he came back to his senses. He smiled. He had not used daydreaming for some days. He couldn't lose this hobby.
"Zhang Heng, why are you here today?" It was a coincidence that I met Ou Ya as soon as I got off the car.
"Well, I have something to do here. How are you doing lately?" Although I had just met Ouya before, we didn't chat with him for a few words.
Ouya said sweetly: "That's great. I heard from the boss that he wants to cooperate with you on some project, right?"
"Yes, we will start cooperation in the near future. I will find time to explain the specific situation to you in detail." Zhang Heng responded. To be serious, Ouya helped him a lot, and it was with his help that he purchased the small courtyard at home.
Down.
"Okay, the club has a meeting today, I went up first, how about you?" Ouya suddenly asked.
Zhang Heng thought for a moment and said, "I have something to do up front. I'll go to the club when I'm done."
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