Shunning District.
In a not prosperous neighborhood, the buildings are only about a dozen stories high, and most of them are old-fashioned residential areas.
In a shop with the sign "Wanhe Garage", a dozen men and women were surrounding a handsome young man with white hair, complimenting his modified Porsche 918 in the center of the shop.
"Brother Bin, once you modify this amazing car and run it in Jingang, it will definitely be a Lambo."
"That's right. Lao Fang's craftsmanship is that of a Baji fitter. During the period before and after the founding of the People's Republic of China, he was a national-level master!"
"I think the key is that Brother Bin's skills are second to none among non-professional players."
The white-haired young man was about 24 or 25 years old. He had a cool smile on his face and accepted all the compliments from his friends. The same rice feeds all kinds of people. He is the type who has an arrogant personality and pursues individuality.
This young man named "Brother Bin" is 1.87 meters tall, with very handsome features and a somewhat feminine look. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why he kept his hair short, dyed white, and stood up one by one.
Brother Bin held his chin, looked at the modified Porsche 918 with satisfaction, and asked without looking back: "Is Haozi here?"
The curly-haired Haozi hurriedly squeezed over from the edge of the store, "Brother Bin, I'm here. I'm here."
Brother Bin glanced at him, not hiding his contempt at all, and said: "My friend will use the car for his wedding on Sunday, as a favor from you. I am going to set up a few banquets at the Diaoyutai State Guesthouse to make a game.
You call your friend, the Rolls-Royce owner, and convey my invitation and ask him if he is willing to come. If you are willing, I will send him an invitation. "
Haozi said: "Okay. Brother Bin, please wait a moment."
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Jing Gao had a very comfortable sleep in Tianfu Hot Spring Resort.
In the early morning, after exercising in the hotel gym, I took a shower, had breakfast, and then drove away with my personal belongings to the Anjing Building "Shadow" company in Wangjing.
After entering the Fourth Ring Road, the traffic becomes congested. Jing Gao chatted with Liu Sumei on the phone while driving.
In the morning, he recommended the restaurant on the second floor of Tianfu Hot Spring Hotel to Liu Sumei. The Beijing cuisine here tastes very good.
It was about eight o'clock. Liu Sumei might have already arrived at the company. She called directly and said crisply: "Mr. Jing, how can I be like you? Please recommend some such expensive restaurants."
Jing Gao held the steering wheel with both hands, turned on the Bluetooth headset, and said with a smile: "Isn't this just complementary to the old gourmet restaurant you recommended to me? The rice rolls shop you recommended to me last time is really delicious."
"Then you've gone too far. I can still go to the Summer Palace restaurant if I save some money. The hot spring resort you sent me this morning is probably a membership system and I can't even touch it."
Jing Gao said: "So, classmate Liu Sumei, you have to work hard. Oh, I heard that Xiao Qiao has handed over the recruitment work of Phoenix Film and Television to you? Is there any discount on the price?"
Liu Sumei chuckled and said: "Of course not, it's business. Sister Qiao didn't report to you? I went to China World Trade Center yesterday afternoon to negotiate. The fee is based on the results. I helped Phoenix Film and Television find eight management members to set up the show. There is a fee. The price is 5 million."
Jing Gao smiled and said, "Okay, come on. I'm waiting for the final interview."
After ending the call with Liu Sumei, Jing Gao answered Haozi's repeated calls and frowned slightly.
"Master Jing, good morning, good morning!" Haozi took a bite of the Beijing movie and told the story, "Brother Bin is the number one non-professional racing person in Beijing. He is bold and generous. When you two meet, it is really..."
Jing Gao was too lazy to listen to Hao Zi's cross talk so early in the morning. This person was always a little confused, so he interrupted directly: "Forget about the dinner. That's it, okay."
After hanging up the phone, Jing Gao shook his head. Young Master Xie was probably very helpless with such a young boy in the stall.
Not to mention how Haozi responded to "Brother Bin" with a grimace, and then privately lamented with his friends that his career as a helper had suffered setbacks, and that he did not embrace Brother Bin, and missed the opportunity.
Jing Gao drove all the way and arrived at Anjing Building at a quarter past nine. As usual, Jiang Jingying came downstairs to pick him up.
At the age of thirty-two, Miss Jiang is wearing a see-through blue dress, which makes her figure even more graceful, fresh and elegant. With her long hair hanging over her shoulders, she exudes the intellectual charm of a mature woman from the inside out, with a very outstanding temperament.
"Good morning, Mr. Jing." Jiang Jingying shook hands with Jing Gao with a smile, and her clear eyes swept over Jing Gao's face.
Jing Gao smiled and shook hands with her, "Hello, Ms. Jiang."
Jiang Jingying felt embarrassed, raised her heart, and lamented in her heart: It seems that the second version of the design draft will have to be changed again today. Jing Gao's attitude is very problematic. Don't deliberately make things difficult for her and take advantage of her, right?
Her bottom line is to have a meal with him. If it crosses the line again, she would rather not do this business. Including the design of the China World Trade Center Phase 3 office!
Muttering in her heart, Jiang Jingying took Jing Gao to the "Ying" company conference room on the 28th floor and sat down. The design drawings have been placed in advance.
The assistant came in and poured tea.
The small conference room is small in size and elegantly and concisely decorated. There is only a simple long table and a few chairs in the middle.
Jiang Jingying pulled out the chair and sat next to Jing Gao. Her voice was still gentle, and she explained her design plan in a leisurely manner, but she did not exude her charm like last time and was deliberately restrained.
Half an hour later, Jiang Jingying endured answering Wan Jinggao's various novice questions and said softly: "Mr. Jing, all designs are like this. Do you think there is anything else that needs to be modified?"
She didn't hold out much hope.
Jing Gao drank warm tea, nodded, and said happily: "That's it. You will be responsible for supervising the completion. In addition, you will come up with a plan as soon as possible for the office design of the China World Trade Center Phase 3."
Jiang Jingying was stunned immediately and looked at Jing Gao blankly. Her fair and pretty face looked up slightly.
Oval face, willow eyebrows, big clear eyes. The facial features are in excellent proportions. She is indeed a ninety percent beauty.
Jing Gao was well aware of Jiang Jingying's "little thoughts". But I didn't point it out just now, so I might as well do it, and said with a smile but not a smile: "Why, Mr. Jiang's Alipay won't accept money today?"
Jiang Jingying teased Jing Gao and came to her senses. He suddenly smiled sweetly, and was particularly gentle and intellectual, giving people a comfortable feeling like a spring breeze, and said: "Is there something about Alipay not accepting money? Mr. Jing, please wait a moment."
Take the mobile phone from the desktop and bring up the Alipay payment code interface.
Jing Gao scanned the QR code and transferred the balance of 160,000 to her.
Listening to the pleasant payment prompt, Jiang Jingying's smile became even brighter. She looked at Jing Gao who was drinking from a tea cup, gently caressed his mouth, and said slightly: "Mr. Jing, you scared me so much just now. I I thought you would be dissatisfied with my design."
Jing Gao laughed and said, "You were very confident when you first saw my quotation. Mr. Jiang, what about today? I have a dinner at noon."
Jiang Jingying chuckled and corrected: "You should call me 'Jingying'. I am a small company, so what kind of boss am I?"
The reason why Jing Gao didn't call her "Jingying" when they met downstairs in the morning was because it was just a "joking" call last time, and it didn't matter. Therefore, he called her "Ms. Jiang" in a formal manner.
At this moment, Jiang Jingying took the initiative to ask him to use this familiar title.
Jing Gao realized the subtle changes in status between the two of them, her "female clothes", and her thoughts were clear. He smiled and nodded, "Okay." He shook hands and left.
