Chapter 1833

"Ding-a-ling..."

The phone on the desk rang. Deng Zhangli didn't care what Huang He and Lan Yibin were thinking and stood up to answer the phone.

"Hello, I am Deng Zhangli."

Zhou Andong's voice came through the receiver: "Leader, you paged me, are you going to treat me to a drink?"

Deng Zhangli said with a smile: "As long as you come back, it's no problem for me to treat you to a drink."

"That's what you said." Zhou Andong said immediately: "Wait for me to go back."

Deng Zhangli was stunned: "Really?"

"Of course really." Zhou Andong said: "I wouldn't dare lie to a leader even if I lied to anyone else."

Deng Zhangli pondered for a moment: "Did you come back because of the Sony matter?"

"Sony?" Zhou Andong's tone was very disdainful: "I say, I didn't put them in my eyes at all, do you believe me?"

Deng Zhangli smiled again: "Sony is an international giant, are you really not afraid?"

"Afraid of what?" Zhou Andong snorted: "Is Coca-Cola's volume smaller than Sony's? Wasn't it beaten by me until it couldn't get up? What more does Sony have?"

Zhou Andong's words were very arrogant. Anyone who heard them would curse him for overestimating his own strength, but Deng Zhangli wouldn't think so.

After all, Coca-Cola was pressed to the ground by Zhou Andong and couldn't get up; the example was right there.

"Two leaders from the Management Division of the Ministry of Commerce are here with me."

Deng Zhangli stopped chatting with Zhou Andong, after all, the "guests" were still there.

"They went to talk to Liu Qingjun this morning, but it didn't work out because the price Liu Qingjun asked for was too high."

Zhou Andong asked suspiciously: "The little devils didn't go?"

"No!" Deng Zhangli said: "Only the two leaders from the Management Division went."

"Idiots!" Zhou Andong cursed: "These two people don't have pits in their brains, do they? The little devils didn't go, they went to talk, what kind of result can they talk out?"

Deng Zhangli looked at Huang He and Lan Yibin. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that these two guys were indeed a bit unintelligent, and a smile that was hard to detect curled up at the corner of his mouth.

"Then they went to the group again, but didn't get through the gate and were blocked by the gatekeeper. Now they are here with me. They hope I can step in and let them consult with your group directors."

"What's there to consult with them about." Zhou Andong suppressed the urge to curse: "Let them get lost. What's there to consult with them about? Are they playing house?

They aren't my sons, so I don't have time to play with them. If they want to talk, set a time and have a formal business meeting. New China has been established for more than forty years, why are there still traitors?"

Deng Zhangli's mouth twitched: "Then that's it. After you arrive, come to me first, and I'll wait for you in the office."

"Alright!" Zhou Andong promised and hung up the phone.

Deng Zhangli walked back and sat down: "The two of you should have heard that the one on the phone was Zhou Andong. He asked you to arrange for Sony and the Yugong Group to have a business meeting as soon as possible."

Huang He's face was so gloomy it could drip water. Zhou Andong was too arrogant, and he really didn't like this person.

Lan Yibin finally spoke: "I'll tell the truth. Sony has a bad impression of Jiangzhou, so they plan to give up the acquisition of Yuzhou Technology, which is why we are anxious."

Deng Zhangli raised his eyebrows: "Zhou Andong didn't have the idea of selling Yuzhou Technology in the first place. Since Sony wants to give up, isn't that just right?"

"The ministry and central leaders are all paying attention to this matter."

Huang He could no longer suppress his anger, and his tone was a bit high.

"If the cooperation between Sony and Yuzhou Technology cannot be facilitated, the higher-ups will definitely not be satisfied."

"You can't force a cow to drink water if it doesn't want to." Deng Zhangli's tone was quite peaceful: "I think the leaders will understand. As for you, go back and ask Sony what they think. If they want to cooperate, then arrange a time and both sides sit down to talk.

If they don't want to cooperate, notify me, and I'll arrange a farewell banquet to let the Japanese guests leave happily."

Huang He still wanted to say something, but Lan Yibin patted him on the shoulder: "Mayor Deng, let's go back first and see what Sony thinks."

"Alright!"

Deng Zhangli sent the two out of the office, watched their backs disappear at the stairwell, sneered, turned, and returned to the office.

Jingcheng!

Kong Xingzhong and the Kong Xinghua brothers, along with Zhang Jingkuan, were sitting in the private room of the seafood restaurant from last night again.

There were also three other people, two men and one woman, all looking quite extraordinary.

The woman was wearing an old-fashioned gray cadre suit with short hair, and silver threads could be clearly seen at her temples.

Her name was Chen Qiuxia, and she was the Vice President of the Bank of Communications. Judging from her dress and appearance, she should be a very rigid woman.

As for the other two men, one of them was quite young, only forty-something years old.

He was chubby, with fair skin and glasses. His name was Wang Bo, and he was the Vice President of the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China.

The last man was named Chen Bomin, and he was the Vice President of the Agricultural Bank of China.

There were six people in the private room, with a full table of dishes, but the atmosphere seemed a bit wrong.

"That!" Wang Bo spoke first: "Old Zhang, President Kong, there are still things at the bank, so I'll take my leave first. As for the matter you mentioned, I will consider it."

Wang Bo raised his wine glass: "I'll finish this last cup."

Zhang Jingkuan's face didn't look very good. Kong Xingzhong was very polite, smiling as he raised his wine glass and accompanied him for a drink.

"President Wang, if you have things to do, go ahead and get busy. When I have time, I'll organize another gathering, and we'll drink a few cups properly."

"No problem." Wang Bo stood up, glanced at an exquisitely packaged gift box in front of him, and then greeted Chen Qiuxia and Chen Bomin: "You guys eat slowly, I'm leaving first."

Watching Wang Bo leave, Chen Qiuxia also spoke: "The Yuxi Real Estate loan is the business of the Yangcheng branch; it's not convenient for me to intervene."

As she spoke, Chen Qiuxia picked up a napkin to wipe her hands, tidied up her lapels, and then stood up.

"You guys eat, I'm going back too."

There was also an exquisitely packaged gift box in front of her, but she didn't even look at it and turned and left.

Zhang Jingkuan's face became even uglier. He never expected that Zhang Bo and Chen Qiuxia wouldn't give him any face at all, and it was in front of Kong Xingzhong, making him unable to step down.

"Old Chen, what do you think?"

Chen Bomin also stood up, but he very naturally put the exquisite gift box in front of him into his pocket.

"I'm also quite busy, you guys drink slowly."

A smile finally appeared on Zhang Jingkuan's face, and Kong Xingzhong also smiled, standing up to see Chen Bomin out, all the way to the hotel gate.

"President Kong, too polite."

"It's what I should do." Kong Xingzhong shook hands with Chen Bomin and watched him get into the car before turning back.

Always wanting to confess to you, how heroic my mood is.

Always wanting to confide in you, how much I love life.

The hardworking and brave Chinese people walk into the new era with high spirits.

Ah—we walk into that new era with high spirits.

We sing 'The East is Red', standing up to be the masters of our own house.

We tell the story of spring, getting rich through reform and opening up.

"..."

Before Kong Xingzhong could open the door and go in, he heard singing coming from the hotel lobby. He thought it was played by a tape recorder and didn't pay much attention to it.

But when he went in, he discovered that the singing was coming from the wall-mounted TV in the hotel lobby, and it was exactly CCTV rebroadcasting last night's 'Rotating Big Stage'.

He was too familiar with this song, and the woman singing in the picture was no stranger to him; it was Future Culture's pillar, Jiang Yuyue.

"What's going on?"

Kong Xingzhong's face became very ugly. He had personally greeted CCTV, and had already banned Future Culture, so why was it suddenly unbanned?

Looking at the TV screen, Kong Xingzhong's face kept changing colors. It wasn't until 'Walking into the New Era' finished singing that he stepped toward the private room.

But just after taking two steps, another song he was even more familiar with drilled into his ears.

Hey—

The happy gongs and drums knock out the joy of every year, the beautiful dances send the joy of every day.

The sunny oil paint paints today's days red, the flowers of life are our smiles.

Hey—

Today is a good day, everything you think of can come true.

Today is a good day, we open the door to welcome the spring breeze.

"..."

Kong Xingzhong stumbled under his feet. When he looked at the TV again, there was no color left on his face, pale to the point of being terrifying.

Because he realized that something had gone wrong, something had gone very wrong.

What made him even more panicked was that CCTV had released Future Culture's songs, and in his relationship network at CCTV, not a single person had tipped him off.