Chapter 1075

"Thank you, Brother Zuo, for your cultivation!"

This guy's name was Kan Feng; looking at the big gold chain he was wearing, the mobile phone he was holding, and the dragon and phoenix tattoos on his body, he was actually just a scrap collector.

He had a scrap station, a group of brothers under him, and they spent all day riding tricycles, walking through streets and alleys collecting scrap.

And his scrap station was a bit different from other scrap stations.

The scrap collected by his brothers was sent to him, sorted, and then sent to recycling factories.

After selling it for money, he took thirty percent, and the remaining money was split equally among the brothers below.

Of course, besides what the brothers collected, he would also accept scrap sent by others.

And because the price was fair and he gave more than other scrap stations, business was incredibly good.

A long time ago, Kan Feng followed one of Zhang Zuo's fox friends to attend a gathering, and then the two of them met.

Because Kan Feng was very sharp, running errands and handling things very reliably, Zhang Zuo and the others often took Kan Feng along to play.

And so, Tang Lin went to Shanghai, Zhang Zuo stayed in Beijing by himself, and the previous information channels and housing sources were getting fewer and fewer, and then he thought of Kan Feng.

This guy had a group of people under him, spending all day riding tricycles, walking through streets and alleys collecting scrap; he definitely knew who was selling houses.

Sure enough, after he found Kan Feng, in less than a month, seven deals were closed, including a storefront building in Xidan.

Of course, for introducing housing sources, Zhang Zuo wouldn't let them introduce them for nothing; as long as a deal was reached, he would give them a benefit fee.

In less than a month, Kan Feng and the others had earned more than twenty thousand, which was much more than collecting scrap.

Zhang Zuo said to the driver: "Drive, go to Dicos in Wang Fujing; President Tang is back and is waiting for us there."

Zhou Andong was away, Tang Lin went to Shanghai, and this kid completely let himself go.

Not only did he find a driver for himself, but he also equipped himself with a beautiful secretary.

However, he didn't dare to bring her along to meet Tang Lin at Dicos now.

The driver was over forty years old and had previously driven for leaders in a certain unit, but because he was an external hire, he was suddenly dismissed a month ago.

It just so happened that Zhang Zuo entrusted his fox friends to find a driver, and they introduced this person.

The car was driving steadily on the road, and the main street no longer had the grand occasion of the past two days.

But one could still see groups of young people or students wandering on the streets from time to time.

Shouting slogans supporting Zhou Andong, singing "Me and My Motherland" and the national anthem.

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At this time, a large crowd was surrounding the gate of the Central Academy of Fine Arts, all pointing and discussing something.

"Hey, why are so many people gathered at the school gate?"

Zhang Zuo saw it from inside the car, told the driver to stop, then pushed open the car door and got out, walking over quickly.

Kan Feng followed behind him, and when they were almost there, this guy ran over first, pushing through the crowd.

The people who were pushed wanted to curse, but when they saw the big gold chain on Kan Feng's neck, the mobile phone in his hand, and the tattoos, they all shut their mouths.

"Brother Zuo!" Kan Feng shouted: "This way!"

Zhang Zuo liked this kid's ability to handle things; no matter where he went, as long as he brought him along, it was very worry-free.

Once inside, Zhang Zuo saw the plaster statues placed at the gate of the Central Academy of Fine Arts, with their hands tied, kneeling neatly.

Next to them was a sign with the two words "Traitor" written on it, but no names.

Listening to the people next to him discussing, it turned out that these three plaster statues were named Xie Fusheng, Yan Qidong, and Hang Cunshi.

Zhang Zuo rubbed his chin and laughed: "Zhou Dongzi's twenty million US dollars were really not donated in vain; the Central Academy of Fine Arts is really not afraid of offending people to death, daring to place this stuff at the gate."

Kan Feng looked at the plaster statues and asked curiously: "Brother Zuo, which dynasty were these three guys traitors of?"

Kan Feng's words not only made Zhang Zuo laugh out loud, but those who heard it next to him also laughed along.

"Besides collecting scrap, what else do you know, damn it." Zhang Zuo cursed: "They are the three traitors who jumped out first to oppose Zhou Andong."

"Oh!" Kan Feng suddenly realized: "So it was them."

"Let's go!" Zhang Zuo turned and squeezed out of the crowd, and didn't take the car again, but walked to Dicos.

"Brother Zuo, it's been a few days since you came."

A small waitress, seeing Zhang Zuo, greeted him with a smile.

"Did you miss your brother?" Zhang Zuo teased.

"Slap!"

Zhang Zuo was slapped on the back of the head by someone, making the kid see stars.

"Who the hell is sneaking an attack on old..."

The kid turned his head and saw that it was actually An Jing, and immediately shut his mouth.

He walked in, An Jing followed him in, and then she heard him teasing the small waitress without restraint.

"If you dare to tease the waitress again, I will tell Zhou Andong and let him deal with you."

Zhang Zuo was all smiles: "Sister, I was just having some fun with my mouth; how is that teasing?"

An Jing rolled her eyes at him and looked at Kan Feng standing on the side.

Kan Feng nodded and bowed, saying: "Hello, my name is Kan Feng, and I came with Brother Zuo."

This woman was too terrifying; even Young Master Zuo had to apologize after being hit, and when she looked at him, his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

An Jing nodded with a smile, and Kan Feng actually felt a bit flattered.

"Tang Lin is upstairs."

Hearing An Jing's words, Zhang Zuo stepped forward. This kid was in the wrong and was very afraid that An Jing would deal with him again.

Kan Feng quickly caught up and asked in a low voice: "Brother Zuo, who was that just now?"

Zhang Zuo said: "Her name is An Jing, and she is the boss of Dicos."

Kan Feng widened his eyes; the famous Dicos, the boss is a woman?

"Sigh!" Zhang Zuo sighed: "In this life, your Brother Zuo is only afraid of two women; one is my sister, and the other is An Jing. My sister has my grandfather supporting her, and An Jing has Jian Qiu supporting her."

"Jian Qiu?" Kan Feng came back to his senses.

"Right!" Zhang Zuo got on the elevator: "A very terrifying woman; you will have a chance to see her in the future."

This guy was just stubborn; he would rather admit to being afraid of women in front of Kan Feng than admit to being afraid of Zhou Andong.

Arriving at the second floor, he saw Tang Lin sitting in the usual spot eating fried chicken.

"Da Lin!" Zhang Zuo shouted happily.

Tang Lin looked up, saw it was Zhang Zuo, and waved his hand.

"Have you eaten?"

"Eaten!" Zhang Zuo sat down: "Did you negotiate for No. 12 The Bund?"

"Negotiated!" Tang Lin nodded: "1.4 billion; I said we could settle in US dollars, so the negotiation went very smoothly. In addition, No. 3 and No. 4 are also for sale; I also talked to Shanghai, but the price wasn't agreed upon."

Zhang Zuo watched Tang Lin eating with great relish and couldn't help but tear off a piece of fried chicken and put it in his mouth: "So we're not talking anymore?"

"Talk!" Tang Lin picked up a napkin and wiped his hands: "How can we not talk? The value of these buildings on The Bund in the future is immeasurable; since Shanghai is selling, we must buy them no matter what."