Chapter 1968

When they arrived at Dicos, the grand occasion from when it first opened appeared again, and the line waiting to eat stretched out very far.

Besides young people, many were parents with children; after all, it was June 1st Children's Day, the children's holiday, so eating a burger wasn't excessive.

"Why are there so many people?"

If he wasn't eating with Zhou Andong, seeing such a long line, Guo Daoli would definitely have turned around and left.

As for whether Guo Minggang would cry or make a scene, that would depend on who the father was at the time.

Just as he was thinking about whether to bribe the waiter to buy a spot.

Little Zhou Anning had already taken Little Maozhu and Guo Minggang inside, and didn't forget to call out to them to hurry up when she turned back.

Guo Daoli was just about to call them over to line up when he heard Zhou Andong say to go in.

"Huh?"

Guo Daoli was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly followed Zhou Andong and his wife, as well as Deng Xin, into Dicos and then up to the second floor.

It was only then that he discovered that the second floor was also full of people, but there was still one table empty.

His son, Zhou Anning, and Little Maozhu were pulling up chairs and sitting down.

"Chairman Zhou, Director Jian!"

Just as Zhou Andong sat down, a waiter came to his side.

"What do you need to eat? I'll go get it for you."

Guo Daoli opened his mouth; he had been here more than once, but he had never had such good service.

Every time, he went to the ordering counter to order, and after it was ready, he went to get it himself.

The fourth sister raised her hand and said: "I want a chicken leg burger, chicken tenders, fries, and a glass of cola."

Guo Minggang hurriedly said: "I want a chicken leg burger, chicken tenders, fries, and a glass of cola."

"Me too." Little Maozhu raised her hand and said timidly to the waiter.

Then Zhou Andong and the others also ordered things, and after the waiter recorded it, he turned and left.

Jian Qiu asked Deng Xin: "When is Little Maozhu's father coming?"

Deng Xin said: "He took the afternoon off, but he still has some things to deal with, so he should be here soon."

Zhou Andong looked at Guo Daoli: "What about your wife? When is she coming?"

Guo Daoli said with some dissatisfaction: "She is playing mahjong; there is one more round, so she should be here soon."

The food was delivered, and Zhou Andong said with a smile: "Come on, let's eat while we wait."

They had almost finished eating when Deng Xin's husband arrived.

He was thin and tall, wearing a suit and glasses.

"Chairman Zhou, my Maozhu always tells me that his best friend is Ningning. At first, I really didn't know that Ningning was your sister, but later my wife told me."

Zhou Andong stood up and shook hands with Maozhu's father, Mao Daiwei: "Our Ningning is the same, saying that her best friend is Little Maozhu."

"I have always wanted to meet you, but I could never find the time. Today is Children's Day, and since I happen to have time, let's take this opportunity to have a meal and get to know each other."

Zhou Andong was just about to introduce Guo Daoli to Mao Daiwei when this guy had already reached out his hand, his face full of smiles.

"Director Mao, hello, I am Guo Minggang's father."

Zhou Andong raised an eyebrow. Guo Daoli, this guy, although he didn't say what he did.

But looking at his nouveau riche attire, one knew he was doing business, and the most likely possibility was that he was a famous Beijing "daoye" (reseller).

To be able to make such a person call him "Director" so respectfully, it seems that Mao Daiwei's position as Director had no water in it at all.

"Hello, hello!" Mao Daiwei said with a smile: "My Maozhu told me that your son snatched his lollipop, but later they became good friends."

Guo Daoli said with some shame: "My brat was spoiled by his mother. After that incident, I also taught him a lesson."

"No need." Mao Daiwei shook his head: "Boys, it's good to be a little mischievous. Just like my Little Maozhu, his personality is like a girl's; I actually hope he can be a little more mischievous."

"I'll call you Director Mao too." Zhou Andong asked Mao Daiwei: "What do you want to eat?"

"What Director?" Mao Daiwei said: "I'm twenty-nine this year; how old are you?"

"I'm twenty-seven." Zhou Andong said with a smile: "I'll call you Brother Mao, and don't be so formal; you can call me Dongzi or Andong."

"Then I'll call you Andong." Mao Daiwei stood up: "I'll go order my own food."

"No need!" Zhou Andong beckoned a waiter over: "Just tell the waiter what you want to eat."

Mao Daiwei nodded, only ordering a burger and a glass of iced black tea.

"Andong, you live in Dongcheng, but your investments are all in Chaoyang, including the Xiangjiang Qiudongfang headquarters. Can you also think about our Dongcheng?"

"There are also investments in Dongcheng." Zhou Andong said: "After the Central Academy of Fine Arts moves away, such a large place will definitely be used for commercial development."

Mao Daiwei was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that the Central Academy of Fine Arts campus had indeed been taken over by Xiangjiang Qiudongfang, and the new campus was already under construction.

"I actually overlooked that." Mao Daiwei smiled: "Can you reveal how that place will be developed?"

Zhou Andong bit the straw and took a sip of cola: "Brother Mao, where do you work? Why are you so concerned about this?"

Guo Daoli, who hadn't been able to get a word in, hurriedly said: "Director of the District Committee Office."

This really surprised Zhou Andong; at twenty-nine, he was the Director of the District Committee Office, and it was Dongcheng, which was a full department-level position.

"No wonder!" Zhou Andong nodded: "How the Central Academy of Fine Arts will be developed is still under research."

Zhou Andong wasn't lying at all; he really hadn't thought about what to do over there.

"The buildings of the Central Academy of Fine Arts all have historical value and cannot be demolished. But the place is so big that building a few more buildings is no problem. When the time comes, I will definitely discuss it with the district."

The Central Academy of Fine Arts campus is located on the Wang Fujing commercial street. Creating a comprehensive plaza that integrates office buildings, shopping, dining, leisure, and entertainment would mean that in the future, he could collect rent until his hands went soft.

Just as they were chatting, Guo Daoli's wife, Chen Meimei, arrived, covered in jewelry.

"I was playing mahjong, and my luck was better than ever. Why did you insist on making me come here?"

As soon as Chen Meimei arrived, she started complaining, sat down, and didn't greet anyone else.

Guo Daoli's face turned black immediately, suppressing the anger in his heart, trying to make his tone sound as calm as possible.

"Let me introduce you. This is Zhou Andong, Chairman of the Yugong Group, Chairman Zhou. This is Director Mao Daiwei from the District Committee Office."

Chen Meimei was stunned for a moment. She was naturally not stupid. Hearing Guo Daoli's introduction, the resentment on her face dissipated immediately, followed by a face full of smiles.

"Chairman Zhou, Director Mao, I didn't know I was eating with you. If I had known, no matter how good my luck was today, I would have come long ago; no one could have stopped me."

This woman immediately made up for it, taking the initiative to shake hands with Zhou Andong and Mao Daiwei.

"Chairman Zhou, Director Mao, the two of you must not hold it against a woman like me who doesn't know many characters."