Zhu Zhiyuan planned to go there after July 1st.
It is not that easy to send the car to Afghanistan. It has to be taken by sea. It must first go to Pakistan and then use the road to enter Afghanistan.
Zhu Zhiyuan had already asked Charlie to set up a company in Pakistan to take over the car. When the car arrived, he would leave in time.
There were still a few days of free time, and Zhu Zhiyuan didn't stay in Hushan. There were too many people looking for him, and all the nobles below came to befriend him.
When Zhu Zhiyuan first came, the princes looked at him with unfavorable eyes, just like a local crow looking at a crow that came from out of town to snatch food.
But after the Bayberry Festival, no one saw it that way.
Let’s not talk about Zhu Zhiyuan’s abilities.
Zhu Zhiyuan certainly has some skills. On a Bayberry Festival, he did it in a lively, orderly, clear-headed and decisive manner. He is indeed a capable person.
But what really impressed everyone was the energy behind Zhu Zhiyuan.
The Hushan Yangmei Festival can be turned into a provincial program.
Cut the ribbon and invite the deputy governor.
That's what it's all about.
And then, no matter what he does, even if he just throws money and listens, there are businessmen who will help him take care of it. This is not only admirable, it is really enviable and makes people's eyes red.
Why does a young man have such ability?
There's someone at home.
He is capable and his family background is as deep as the ocean. Yes, even a blind person can tell that Zhu Zhiyuan must be the prince of which family, but no one knows which family he belongs to.
And the more this happens, the more people are afraid of it, and the more people are envious and want to cling to it.
Perhaps when he came, all the princes had various thoughts, ostracizing him, squeezing him away, and letting him stumble and go away in despair.
By this time, no one thought that way anymore. Everyone believed that Zhu Zhiyuan would be the county magistrate by next year at most, and Hushan would be his one-stop shop.
Even now, Zhou Bodhisattva is almost his yes man. Whenever he says something, what else will Zhou Bodhisattva do besides nodding?
Under this situation, Xingju was very thoughtful, and all the princes below naturally went to Zhu Zhiyuan to compete for performance.
But no one knows that Zhu Zhiyuan's heart is not here. He doesn't like this kind of complicated personnel relationships. Of course, he can control it when necessary.
But his eyes were always looking elsewhere.
County magistrate, division level, haha, not interested.
What he is looking at is a state-owned enterprise at the department level. Wouldn't it be nice to go directly to the department level?
Maybe he wasn't too sure before, but after the Yangmei Festival, he was 100% sure. As long as he wanted, Gao Donghong would definitely help, and he would even be overjoyed.
The current economic environment is too difficult, and it is getting more and more difficult. Gao Donghong, the executive deputy, is really in trouble. If Zhu Zhiyuan is willing to help him start a large enterprise, it will be like a timely rain from a drought.
Since I don't want to stay in Hushan, I'm naturally too lazy to build relationships with these nobles. In a word, I'm going to sell a car. If you have anything to do, you can ask Secretary Zhou. Then he slaps his butt and leaves.
When he left, all the princes felt empty in their hearts.
But what is really lost is someone else.
In the afternoon, Shu Xin finished recording the program, poured herself half a glass of red wine, and stood in front of the window.
The Radio and Television Building is relatively tall and can be seen far away. She especially likes to stand outside the window and silently look at the Nanshan Mountain in the distance after work.
This always reminds her of a poem: Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the southern mountains.
Just as I was letting my mind wander, my cell phone rang suddenly.
Shu Xin frowned, didn't move, and took a sip of wine first.
Some calls would ring a few times, but if she didn't answer, they would stop ringing.
But the phone kept ringing unyieldingly.
Shu Xin had no choice but to drink the wine in one gulp, then came back and picked up the mobile phone on the table.
At first glance, it was Deng Xin calling.
When the call was connected, she didn't make a sound, but Deng Xin's high-pitched voice rang out: "Baby, I'm going to die."
"Stop being so arrogant." Shu Xin said angrily: "If you have something to say, I'll hang up if it doesn't matter."
"Huh?" Deng Xin asked in surprise: "Why is it so popular? My aunt is here. No, it won't be for a few more days?"
Best friends of more than ten years, they are really familiar with each other.
Shu Xin was angry: "It's not because of you."
Deng Xin understood and chuckled.
"You're still laughing." Shu Xin was even more annoyed.
But the angrier she got, the harder Deng Xin laughed.
"Seriously." Deng Xin chuckled: "That night, when he was playing with me, he was only thinking of you, because he didn't know me at all. He only knew you, the most beautiful woman in Dongcheng, Leng Yan. Arrogant beautiful anchor, tsk tsk tsk.”
"Ah." Shu Xin shouted angrily, "You still said that."
She has been feeling agitated during this time, and that's why.
Deng Xin plays jungle, and Zhu Zhiyuan will never know who Deng Xin is, but Zhu Zhiyuan knows her, and Deng Xin is her friend. Does Deng Xin look like this, does she also look like this?
What does Zhu Zhiyuan think of her?
That night, Zhu Zhiyuan tortured Deng Xin to death. Deng Xin's description after that was like a male wild boar entering the mud, that arching back and forth.
At that time, Deng Xin really thought she would die in his hands.
There must be a reason why he is so crazy.
What makes him so passionate is that just as Deng Xin said, while he was cupping Deng Xin, he was thinking about Shu Xin in his heart.
Every time he thought of this, Shu Xin just wanted to die.
It would be okay if she could avoid Zhu Zhiyuan, but Zhu Zhiyuan was very troublesome and wanted her to go to the interview, which he couldn't even push away, which made her even more embarrassed.
Every time she met Zhu Zhiyuan's smiling eyes and looked at the bright sunshine, Shu Xin always felt that Zhu Zhiyuan was laughing at her.
It's simply the end of the world.
She had never been so embarrassed in her life.
That was why she was upset.
"Okay, okay." Deng Xin was also afraid that she would be really annoyed, and said: "But seriously, honey, that Zhu Zhiyuan really has magical powers. Did you know that the Yangmei Festival he did, in just one month? , it has created an output value of several hundred million."
"Didn't you say there is only 100 million?" Shu Xin wants to do a program and promote it, so naturally she needs to get information. She doesn't want to know, but she still has to know.
"More than that." Deng Xin said: "More than 500,000 tourists have spent more than 100 million in Hushan, but there are other things, such as the traffic coming and going, as well as the upstream and downstream driving, including the logistics in neighboring counties. , these are not money."
That makes sense.
"So what?" Shu Xin was still angry.
"What do you mean, so what?" Deng Xin shouted: "Honey, this is several hundred million. Do you know how much our Guolin's annual GDP is?"
"I don't know, I'm not interested." Shu Xin said simply, "If you're fine, I'll hang up."
"No." Deng Xin shouted, "Something's wrong."
"What's going on?" Shu Xin asked.
Deng Xin hesitated over there.
Shu Xin is not a woman with big breasts and no brains. She is very smart and guessed in an instant: "Do you still want to date that Zhu Zhiyuan?"
Before Deng Xin could answer, she screamed: "No."
"What's wrong?" Deng Xin's voice was weak.
"What do you think?" Shu Xin called.
When Deng Xin came to her door again, Zhu Zhiyuan would definitely think of her again. Whenever she thought of that situation, Shu Xin wanted to bang her head on the table.
"Absolutely not." Shu Xin said firmly.
