"Hehe, this young master of the Northern Darkness can rest assured."
Mr.
Luo smiled and made a gesture to the last two staff members who remained on the rooftop.
It seems that all this has been prepared by Mr.
Luo for a long time.
The two men immediately understood what they meant, and quickly cleaned the table, then relaid the first tablecloth, and placed a bottle of red wine and two clean glasses.
When everything was cleaned up, Mr.
Luo still sat on his main seat, and then stretched out his hand to Beiming Yifeng and signaled: "Please sit down with Young Master Beiming, let's talk while drinking red wine." ” Beiming Yifeng will sit opposite Mr.
Luo, he doesn't want to get too close to this person, which makes him feel very uncomfortable, and there is always a feeling that he has to be calculated.
Maybe this is because of the dealings with Tang Tianze and them, Beiming Yifeng seems to have a certain disgust for this kind of person, which is also because Gao always has a feeling that he is about to be used or has a plan.
But since Mr.
Luo is honest enough, then he has nothing to say more, according to the current situation, let's see what he means first.
After Beiming Yifeng and Mr.
Luo sat down, they put on a smiling face.
Just like when he first came.
After sitting down, he reached out and took the bottle of red wine on the table, and looked at it: "Mr.
Luo is now at this time, and you are willing to take out the good wine." ” "Hehe, of course, good wine has to be drunk with like-minded people to taste the most."
After Mr.
Luo finished speaking, he personally opened the wine and poured a glass for himself and Beiming Yifeng respectively.
"Young Master Yifeng, I know that you have a lot of conflicts with Beiming on weekdays."
I didn't expect him to throw out such a sensitive issue so quickly.
How to answer this question, Beiming Yifeng immediately fell into thought.
He glanced at Mr.
Luo while drinking, but he couldn't see what kind of intentions he revealed.
"It seems that Young Master Yifeng has some trust in me, please don't misunderstand the question I raised."
Beiming Yifeng's little action has already been in the eyes of Mr.
Luo.
"Young Master Yifeng, to say something that you may not like to hear: Originally, I had no intention of cooperating with your Northern Underworld Group."
This sentence made Beiming Yifeng feel a little unexpected, but after he quickly thought for a while, he found the answer: "No wonder the design draft we sent over at that time was quickly called back by you."
But Mr.
Luo, I don't understand, since you didn't plan to cooperate with us, then you changed your original intention, maybe there is another hidden reason. ” "Young Master Beiming, sure enough, I didn't misunderstand you.
Yes, I do have my own ideas.
Especially after seeing your blueprints.
I feel like we can work together instead of North Styx.
Mr.
Luo cast an appreciative and affirmative gaze.
Obviously, he seemed to be focusing all his attention on Bei Ming Yifeng.
Beiming Yifeng held the wine glass, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
Beiming Yifeng is indeed a very smart person, and he quickly comprehended the spirit from Mr.
Luo's words: "Mr.
Luo, if I am not mistaken, you want to use me to deal with my second uncle, but your idea does not seem to be a wise move." ” Mr.
Luo shook his head gently with a smile on his face: "Young Master Beiming, don't underestimate your own ability.
Since I saw your design, I feel that there are other capable people in the North Styx Clan besides a Northern Styx Ink.
And don't you think that your second uncle's consistent approach is too arbitrary?
Especially if you have the ability to work with such a person, doesn't Young Master Beiming feel aggrieved and depressed. ” As he spoke, he also peeked at Beiming Yifeng, according to his many years of experience in observing people, he could see that Beiming Yifeng's heart had been moved by him, and he then said while the iron was hot: "Young Master Yifeng, when I made these decisions, I also learned that the relationship between you and your second uncle does not seem to be so good.
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It can even be compared with-for-tat.
Since there is a common annoyance between the two of us, why can't we work together. ” When Beiming Yifeng heard this, he completely understood, it turned out that Luo was always playing such a game of chess.
In this case, it seems that there are many places where they can communicate with each other.
No wonder their own design drawings could be adopted by them, and at that time, Mr.
Luo had already begun to play this move.
"Mr.
Luo, it seems that you still missed a move.
That is, I was still a small staff member at the grassroots level.
It used to be my second uncle who held the power, and now he is Mr.
Gu.
If you want to make a profit, you should find them more appropriately, isn't it?
” Mr.
Luo nodded: "What Young Master Beiming said is indeed right, and now the power of the Beiming clan is indeed in the hands of others."
But I also know that Young Master Beiming has never worked in the Beiming Clan before, and Beiming Mo also kicked his biological brother's family out of the Beiming family before he got the Beiming Clan.
Of course, as everyone knows, his brother is your father.
I guess you must be very uncomfortable when you are kicked out.
In addition to these, twenty percent of the shares of the Northern Underworld Clan in the hands of Bei Ying Mo should belong to your father, but in the end, it fell into his hands.
As for how he got it, of course, we outsiders don't know, but you naturally know it in your hearts. ” Beiming Yifeng listened and was secretly surprised in his heart.
I didn't expect Mr.
Luo to secretly grasp so many things in their family.
But Mr.
Luo's words didn't mean to stop at the moment, he continued: "Young Master Yifeng, what I also know is that you parachuted into the Northern Underworld Clan this time, and suddenly became the second largest shareholder of the Northern Underworld Clan, it is not difficult to suspect that this move of yours is intended to take back the Northern Underworld Clan from the hands of the Northern Stylist.
I'm not wrong about that. ” Beiming Yifeng nodded, he hid the surprise in his heart, but there was already a smile on his face, and he picked up the wine glass in his hand: "Mr.
Luo, since the words have been said to this point, then what else can I say, then I can only wish our future cooperation success."
However, I have one last question: what are you trying to do with such a big bet on me?"
The question of Beiming Yifeng is indeed very sensitive, but it also seems very practical.
Of course, Mr.
Luo did not shy away from it, and gave him a very direct answer: "Of course, it's for money."
Who of us who works hard in the mall is not for the money.
What is for ideals, revenge, what is for giving back to society, etc., etc., in the final analysis, those are some high-sounding rhetoric, said to those media, and people watching TV.
And deep down, that's the real purpose.
Young Master Beiming, of course I can answer your question so bluntly.
But I don't think you need to say those vain things in front of smart people.
That's how we can continue to work together, don't we?
” "Mr.
Luo said well, I respect you for this cup."
Beiming Yifeng and Mr.
Luo raised their glasses together.
Bei Mingmo and Gu Huan left the Jiamao Group on their backs and backs.
After a few glasses of red wine, I really feel a little dizzy, this red wine is not as swollen as beer, nor is it as strong as the taste of white wine, and I can feel full of strength immediately after drinking.
Red wine is more like water or juice, and it tastes almost nothing but sweetness.
But after a cool breeze and a few moments, the momentum really came up.
And that momentum is a little more fierce than beer or even liquor.
Bei Mingmo just relied on his years of driving experience, and he firmly controlled the steering wheel.
The more time passed, the more he felt that the wine tasted different from the previous ones, and he couldn't make any judgment on which aspect it was.
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A loud whistle shifted Bei Mingmo's attention from the road to the diagonal front of his car.
A traffic policeman was standing at the intersection, whistling at him while sitting and pulling over.
After he brought the car to a steady stop on the side of the road, the traffic police walked to the driver's side of the door.
Bei Mingmo also lowered the window of the car.
The traffic police saluted him and said, "Hello sir, there is a temporary inspection here, please cooperate with our work."
Please show your driver's license and driving permit.
As soon as he finished speaking, he smelled the slight smell of alcohol wafting from the car. took the driver's license handed over, and looked at the name: "North Mingmo" traffic police were quite surprised.
"Yes, that's me."
Subsequently, the traffic police took out a breathalyzer: "Please ask Mr.
Beiming to take a breathalyzer." ” Bei Mingmo's brows couldn't help frowning slightly, he knew that his current situation was drunk driving, especially at this point, he thought that he would not be a traffic policeman.
I didn't expect to have such a back, so I just let myself meet it.
What's wrong with this today, it's that I encountered some special things that can't be beaten in ordinary times.
It seems that there is a good chance that I will be in the class room again today.
It's really interesting, I don't seem to have been dealing with the police a lot since recently.
Even if you enter the class room, it can be regarded as the second entry into the palace.
Bei Mingmo glanced at the traffic police standing outside the car: "No need to check, I drank some wine at noon today."
I'll just go with you. ” "Miss, you're back.
They're all okay," Xing Huo saw that Gu Huan was back, and he also knew that she left the office in a hurry in the morning to go to the playground.
The torture fire is a person who stays in the office, working while paying attention to the development of things.
In the end, there was finally a satisfactory solution.
"They're all good.
The two old men went back with their children.
Gu Huan said and put his small bag on the table.
"Then the master," he swallowed again as soon as he said the words of the torture fire.
After he saw Gu Huan come back, his expression was not very good, in other words, it might be worse than before leaving.
I don't know if it was because the events in the morning made her mood so bad, or if she encountered something unhappy when she went to the banquet of President Luo of the Jiamao Group with her master. tfiedsetgt tegendgttegendgt tfiedsetgt t1706231537: