Chapter 1747

Zhou Andong looked at Jian Zhengrong's profile: "He has a very wealthy name."

A trace of fluctuation finally appeared on Jian Zhengrong's calm face: "Deng Jinfu!"

Zhou Andong suddenly laughed and gave a thumbs up: "Fourth Uncle, no wonder you can be the Secretary of Dongguan. With this kind of intelligence, I can't even catch up."

The guy driving in front twitched the corner of his mouth; he was one of the very few people who knew the relationship between Zhou Andong and Jian Zhengrong.

He was also one of the very few who knew that the famous and erudite Zhou Andong was also very awesome at flattering.

"Stop talking nonsense." Jian Zhengrong hummed: "Continue."

"I've said everything that needs to be said, what else can I say." Zhou Andong tapped his head: "Ah, Director Deng has such a wealthy name, his family must be very, very rich.

Otherwise, how could he have booked the whole place that day, and booked a very famous girl? It is said that for that girl to accompany someone for a drink and perform a show, it costs thirty or forty thousand.

Director Deng actually booked the whole place. I guess if it wasn't a hundred thousand or eighty thousand, that girl definitely wouldn't have agreed."

"Tsk tsk tsk..." Zhou Andong shook his head, making tsk tsk sounds with his mouth: "At Dongtai, I drank a few bottles of beer and ate some fruit platter, and I thought I had reached the peak of life.

But compared to Director Deng's generosity of throwing away ten thousand just to make a beauty smile, I am a frog at the bottom of a well, a small, insignificant nobody."

The guy driving glanced at the rearview mirror and sighed in his heart: Old Deng is finished.

Not to mention Zhou Andong's relationship with the Secretary, even if there was no relationship at all.

Given Zhou Andong's status, for him to say this himself, it had to be taken seriously.

After all, as long as one is a civil servant, every move represents the image of the government.

Even he, a driver, had to be very careful when speaking, and no matter who he was with, he had to ponder three times before speaking.

Not to mention that Deng Jinfu was the Director of the Investment Promotion Bureau; his behavior wasn't just smearing Dongguan, it was splashing ink.

Especially since this matter was said by Zhou Andong himself, it had to be dealt with. If it wasn't dealt with, Zhou Andong would definitely withdraw his investment.

Zhou Andong tilted his head and looked at Jian Zhengrong, the expression on his face becoming more and more brilliant: "All Chinese people think I'm rich, but they don't know that Director Deng is the real hidden big shot. In front of him, I, Zhou Andong, can only kneel.

I really don't know what kind of business his family does. If there's a chance, I have to find him for a chat. What if there's a possibility of cooperation? At that time, I can also throw away ten thousand just to make a beauty smile."

At this moment, the car stopped, and the guy driving said: "Secretary, Chairman Zhou, we've arrived at the guesthouse."

Jian Zhengrong said expressionlessly: "You're leaving tomorrow, I won't see you off. You must send people over as soon as possible; the complex project must start next year."

"No problem." Zhou Andong pushed open the car door and got out, then turned and bent over: "Ask Director Deng for me, what kind of business his family does."

Zhou Andong shook his head and continued with a sigh: "The life of a rich person is really enviable."

The guy driving felt his heart tremble violently. Zhou Andong was truly ruthless; this last knife stabbed right into Deng Jinfu's vital point. Even if his ancestors crawled out of their coffins, they couldn't save him.

"Bang!" Zhou Andong closed the car door and greeted Huang Yali and Wang Wentian who were waiting for him: "Let's go."

"Return to the Municipal Party Committee." Jian Zhengrong said indifferently, then closed his eyes.

Zhou Andong entered the guesthouse and saw Wan Fuyuan walking over quickly in the rest area.

Behind him followed a woman and a young man with a shaved head.

Needless to say, the woman must be his wife, and the bald head must be his son, Wan Peng.

"Chairman Zhou!" Wan Fuyuan walked over: "I thought you would have to wait a while before you could come back."

"I was supposed to come back at noon, but the people at the Electromagnetic Factory were too enthusiastic. After lunch, they insisted on dragging me to the reception room for tea, and then it was delayed until now."

Zhou Andong had a helpless expression and looked at the woman: "This must be Sister-in-law."

"My wife, Yang Mei." Wan Fuyuan introduced hurriedly: "This is my son, Wan Peng."

"Chairman Zhou, hello." Yang Mei shook hands with Zhou Andong: "This time, we've caused you trouble."

Zhou Andong shook his head: "We're all family, what trouble."

"Hello, Uncle Zhou." Wan Peng bowed to Zhou Andong in a disciplined manner.

The corners of Zhou Andong's eyes jumped. Logically speaking, for a young man like this, who wasn't much younger than himself, he definitely wouldn't be embarrassed to call him Uncle.

Even if he did call him that, he would be awkward, and definitely wouldn't be as straightforward as this guy, and even bow to greet him.

It seems this kid isn't a simple character, and he's the kind with a relatively thick skin.

Such a person, even without him, wouldn't do too badly in the future.

"The young man is not bad." Zhou Andong laughed: "The image is also okay. Sing two songs a cappella in a while, let me hear how your singing skills are."

Wan Peng complained in his heart: What do you mean my image is "okay"? Buddy is the famous Little Prince of Nightclubs, this is called "okay"?

How is this guy even thicker-skinned than me? I called you Uncle, and you really treat yourself as an elder.

What's even more outrageous is asking me to sing two songs a cappella. Actually, this is nothing, who told me I have something to ask of you.

Don't say sing two, if you can get me into Future Culture, singing for two nights is no problem.

It's just that you want to hear my singing skills. It's not that I look down on you, but even if I sing off-key, can you tell?

This guy was complaining in his heart, but he remained disciplined.

"Uncle Zhou wants to hear me sing, that's my honor. If singing two isn't enough, then I'll sing for two nights."

Zhou Andong nodded: "Fine, then you sing for two nights."

"Ah! Ah?"

Wan Peng stared, why doesn't this guy play by the rules.

Especially seeing Zhou Andong's serious expression, he started muttering in his heart: this guy isn't serious, is he?

Seeing Wan Peng's stunned expression, Zhou Andong laughed loudly.

"Look at how scared the child is, Uncle is joking with you."

Wan Peng grinned and followed suit, but his eyes became very strange. He called Zhou Andong Uncle, and didn't feel anything.

But Zhou Andong calling himself Uncle, hearing it in his ears, made him feel very awkward in his heart.

Yang Min said with a smile: "Let's not stand here. Chairman Zhou must be tired after just coming back, let's go to the reception room to chat."

"Right, right, right!" Wan Fuyuan said hurriedly: "Let's go, to the reception room."

"Fine!" Zhou Andong agreed and said to Huang Yali: "I guess Liao Ting should be coming. You wait here, and then take her to the reception room."

"Okay!" Huang Yali agreed.

"Let's go!" Zhou Andong walked toward the elevator.

Wan Peng ran over with great discernment to press the elevator, and then stepped aside.

When the elevator came, he used his hand to block the elevator door: "Uncle Zhou, take your time."