Chapter 1700: Profound Truth

Wan Fuyuan hurriedly stood up. Before he came, he had made a phone call to the Municipal Committee office.

Jian Zhengrong and Yang Mulin coming so quickly meant that before he made the call, the Secretary and the Mayor had already left.

Zhou Andong curled his lips: "Since you, old man, don't welcome me, shouldn't I be self-aware and stay far away from you, so as not to be too annoying?"

"Who dares to say they don't welcome you, the God of Wealth?" Jian Zhengrong glared: "I will definitely deal with them seriously."

"It is you, Secretary Jian, who doesn't welcome me." Zhou Andong sighed: "I already arrived at your door, you are a leader with airs, so it's fine if you don't come out; I can't say anything about that.

But you clearly saw me, even if you had arranged for a cleaning lady to come and welcome me, it would count as you, old man, having sincerity."

Having said this, Zhou Andong picked up his glass and took a sip: "It was I who was too naive, coming full of joy, thinking I would receive a grand reception, but reality gave me a blow to the head. This made me understand a profound truth.

People, if they don't eat, they will be hungry; if they don't drink water, they will be thirsty. If you don't know the depth of the water, never go into the river. Once you drown, the people on the shore will desperately cheer for you and encourage you. In fact, if they just reached out a hand, they could pull you up."

Jian Zhengrong sat down with a smile: "Are you mocking me for being despicable and shameless?"

"I wouldn't dare!" Zhou Andong shook his head violently: "This is just my own realization."

Jian Zhengrong also sighed: "I thought that based on our relationship, there was no need for those superficial things, and that you would come directly to my office after arriving. It seems I was being sentimental.

When I see Qiuqiu, I must have a good chat with her; I have been a very failed Fourth Uncle. I treat someone as my own nephew, but he treats me as an outsider. My heart is cold, cold."

The conversation between the two reached this point, and except for Wang Wentian and Mayor Yang Mulin, everyone else was bewildered.

Huang Yali's eyes flickered, she glanced at Zhou Andong, and then looked at Wang Wentian.

Seeing Huang Yali's pitiful appearance, Wang Wentian was very helpless and muttered something in her ear.

Huang Yali widened her eyes, opened her mouth wide, looking incredulous, and then lowered her head and secretly laughed.

These past few days, this girl had already figured out Zhou Andong's temper, so she wasn't worried about being given a hard time by her boss.

Wan Fuyuan looked at Jian Zhengrong and then at Zhou Andong, also guessing the relationship between the two.

"Oh my!" Zhou Andong looked as if he had just seen Jian Zhengrong, his face full of surprise: "Fourth Uncle, I just went to the Municipal Committee and saw the courtyard was quiet, so I thought you weren't there.

I thought I would first book a room at the guesthouse, eat something, and go in the afternoon. But I didn't expect you, old man, to come first, which makes me, the younger generation, feel too embarrassed. If Qiuqiu knew, she would complain about me."

Jian Zhengrong's mouth twitched violently. After a year, the thickness of this kid's skin seemed to have increased again.

Zhou Andong didn't give Jian Zhengrong a chance to speak, looking at Yang Mulin.

"Fourth Uncle, introduce me, who is this extraordinary brother?"

"What brother, do you want to rebel?" Jian Zhengrong glared: "This is Mayor Yang Mulin of our Guancheng, call him Uncle Yang."

"Mayor Yang is so young, can't we just treat each other as equals?" Zhou Andong looked at Jian Zhengrong with hope: "Calling him Uncle makes people feel old."

In fact, he had guessed Yang Mulin's identity from the beginning, and Jian Zhengrong bringing Yang Mulin together proved that the two had a very good relationship.

Therefore, Zhou Andong joked without any scruples; anyway, calling Yang Mulin Uncle was inevitable.

"Chairman Zhou, if you want to call me brother, I definitely have no opinion."

Yang Mulin laughed loudly; he naturally also knew that Zhou Andong was Jian Zhengrong's niece's husband.

"I have an opinion." Jian Zhengrong looked at the beer on the table, dissatisfied: "What kind of beer are you drinking? Wan Fuyuan, go, get two bottles of Yugong liquor."

"No Yugong liquor." Zhou Andong waved his hand: "Get two bottles of Wuliangye."

"Alright!" Wan Fuyuan turned to get the liquor.

Yang Mulin asked: "Chairman Zhou, why don't you drink the liquor produced by your own winery?"

"I can drink Yugong liquor whenever I want." Zhou Andong said with a smile: "If I want to drink Wuliangye, I have to spend my own money to buy it. Here, it doesn't cost money, so why drink Yugong liquor?"

Yang Mulin laughed again: "That reason is very strong."

Wan Fuyuan brought the liquor over, and after opening it, poured it for everyone one by one.

When he reached Wang Wentian, Wang Wentian waved his hand: "We don't drink."

Wan Fuyuan also knew Wang Wentian was a bodyguard, so he didn't force it.

Jian Zhengrong said: "You sit down and have a drink too."

Wan Fuyuan nodded and sat down on an empty chair.

Yang Mulin raised his glass: "Chairman Zhou, I toast you."

Zhou Andong picked up his glass and clinked it with Yang Mulin's.

"Uncle Yang, don't call me Chairman Zhou, it's too distant, just call me Dongzi. Today, there are no outsiders, let's be casual, drink as much as we can, and just chat."

"Right!" Jian Zhengrong nodded: "It's noon, drink less, if you want to drink well, do it in the evening."

Yang Mulin naturally wouldn't object; he had had enough of all kinds of drinking parties.

But sometimes, he couldn't help himself; he had to go even if he didn't want to, and had to drink once he was there.

Jian Zhengrong asked: "When will your urban complex settle in Guancheng?"

"I came here this time to choose a site." Zhou Andong put a piece of pork rib into his mouth: "It can start construction next year."

Yang Mulin was happy: "We have to hold an expanded meeting in the afternoon, we have to agree on the opinions internally first."

With Jian Zhengrong's relationship, he didn't even consider that Zhou Andong would refuse to invest in Guancheng.

Therefore, they would agree on the opinions first, mark out a few pieces of land, and let Zhou Andong choose.

This meal was very relaxed, not just for Zhou Andong, but for Yang Mulin as well.

Guancheng now is a famous world factory; Yang Mulin had never felt that accompanying an investor to a meal could be so relaxed and pleasant.

Jian Zhengrong picked up a napkin and wiped his hands: "Do you have anything to do in the afternoon?"

"No!" Zhou Andong shook his head: "RT-Mart in Guancheng opens on May 1st, I don't know how the renovation is going, I'll go take a look."

Jian Zhengrong nodded: "Arrange your own schedule for the afternoon, I will notify you of tomorrow's itinerary in the evening."

"Okay!" Zhou Andong picked up his glass: "Come on, let's finish this last sip."

Everyone raised their glasses, or water glasses and beverage glasses, and clinked them.

"I also plan to visit the Xinke Electromagnetic Factory, is there any problem?"

Jian Zhengrong was stunned: "You plan to enter the hard drive head field?"