Chapter 1983

An Jing's big eyes blinked, and the curve of her mouth curled up more and more: "Why would two people who are destined to have no results meet?"

"How do you know that today's meeting isn't to make up for past regrets?"

Zhou Andong picked up the cola cup and drank through the straw.

"Maybe this life's meeting was something you begged for by kowtowing in your previous life; no matter who you meet, they are the people you are meant to meet in your life. Meeting is fate; if it's not a gift, it's a tribulation.

Fate arises when I see you in the crowd; fate ends when I see you in the crowd. Companionship is paying off debts, and leaving is having paid them off. The only thing you can do is to treat people sincerely when you have them, and let them go calmly when you lose them.

We only come to this world once; a hundred years later, there will be neither you nor me. We struggle for a lifetime, but we can't take away a single brick or tile. We persist for a lifetime, but we can't take away love, hate, or grudges.

Life is short, so eat the food you want to eat, see the people you want to see, watch the scenery you like, and do the things you like to do. Life is essentially a subtraction; the days ahead are not long.

If you have money, live your life well; if you don't have money, live your mood well. Time rushes towards us; we will eventually let go, live calmly, live healthily, laugh happily, and being appropriately busy is very good."

The "literary youth" disease of this era is very common, especially for older, highly educated women like An Jing, the disease is even more serious.

However, for Zhou Andong, who has experienced the era of the internet explosion, he has vomited from drinking too much chicken soup; he can take out two copies of copy at will and kill it in this era.

Zhou Andong said, not noticing the hidden emotions in An Jing's eyes: "By the way, did you meet someone you like, but he doesn't like you?

Tell me who it is, and I'll go meet him; what kind of dog thing is he? Our beauty An likes him, that's the blessing he cultivated for several lifetimes, and he's still being picky."

"That guy is indeed a dog thing." An Jing cursed fiercely, then burst into laughter: "Alright, I won't chat with you anymore; I have to get busy."

"Hey!" Zhou Andong was just about to say something, but An Jing had already gotten up and left: "This woman, how did she become so neurotic? Could it be that she doesn't have a boyfriend and her menopause is early?"

Zhou Andong saw that the time was almost up, so he didn't stay here any longer, took the cola, left Dicos, and then hailed a taxi.

At this time, Wang Wentian and Lian Kai popped out from somewhere and got into the car with Zhou Andong.

"Dongxinglou!" Zhou Andong said, then asked Wang Wentian beside him: "Where is Mingwei?"

Wang Wentian said: "It's definitely necessary to take a taxi from here to Dongxinglou; we can't fit together, so I let him go to Dongxinglou first."

Zhou Andong nodded, said nothing more, held the cola cup, and sucked through the straw.

On the side of the road outside Dongxinglou, Shen Mingwei was squatting there smoking; seeing Zhou Andong get off the car, he immediately stood up.

"Chairman, Factory Director Wu and President Zhang have already arrived."

"Why hasn't that old guy Zhang Shenghui gone back yet?"

Zhou Andong muttered as he entered Dongxinglou, and under the waiter's guidance, he arrived at a private room.

"I say, Old Zhang, have you forgotten your home because you're having fun? How long has it been, why haven't you left yet?"

"I'm willing to." Zhang Shenghui leisurely picked up the teacup and took a sip: "Is it any of your business?"

"I've discovered that you, Old Zhang, just don't recognize a good heart; I'm concerned about you."

Zhou Andong sat down, picked up the teapot, and poured himself a cup of tea.

"Tell me, how long have you been in Beijing? What if something happens at the winery, what will you do?"

Zhang Shenghui hummed: "You threw such a big group there and aren't afraid, what am I afraid of?"

"Can you compare with me? Our group president graduated from Cambridge University; she is a high-end management talent I hired in Hong Kong with a high salary."

Saying this, Zhou Andong looked at Zhang Shenghui with disdain: "It's not that I, Zhou Andong, am arrogant, but besides you, Zhang Shenghui, who can make me pay attention, those leaders in your factory, from top to bottom, are more useless than the next; not one of them can be on the stage."

"If you want to say that, I won't argue with you."

Zhang Shenghui was very submissive, smiling as he picked up the teacup again.

"Sigh!" Zhou Andong sighed: "Old Zhang, I was just saying that casually; why did you take it seriously?"

"..."

Zhang Shenghui looked at Zhou Andong speechlessly and shouted at the door: "Waiter, order food."

A waiter came in and put the menu on the table.

"You don't need a menu here." Zhou Andong said with a smile: "Fragrant fish slices, stir-fried three whites, and dried meat strips; of course, sauce-fried chicken cubes are indispensable."

The waiter followed with a laugh, took a pen, quickly recorded it, then bent down slightly and asked cautiously.

"Chairman Zhou, can you give me an autograph?"

"Sure!" Zhou Andong took the pen and menu handed over by the waiter: "Just sign it here?"

"Yes!" The waiter nodded vigorously, looking very excited.

Zhou Andong signed his name under the fragrant fish slices, stir-fried three whites, dried meat strips, and sauce-fried chicken cubes, then handed it to the waiter.

"I signed my name here, but I don't have any money; when you check out later, you ask them for it."

The waiter pursed her lips and smiled, carefully tore off the menu, and then wrote another one.

"That's no problem."

Zhou Andong said with a smile: "I'm hungry; let the kitchen serve the food quickly."

"I'll go to the kitchen and explain, and serve you the food first." The waiter turned and left.

"I've eaten here several times, and every time I come, I have to queue according to the rules." Zhang Shenghui said with great emotion: "It's still Chairman Zhou who has charm; with one word, they serve us first; I have to be convinced."

"Old Zhang!"

Zhou Andong took out a cigarette, threw one to Wu Hongkang and Zhang Shenghui, and then lit one himself.

"For things like this, no matter how much you envy, are jealous, or hate, there's no way. Who told me to be younger, more handsome, and more charming than you."

Zhang Shenghui curled his lips, took a lighter, and lit the cigarette: "Seriously, I've lived for so many years and have seen shameless people, but I've never seen anyone as shameless as you."

"What you said."

Zhou Andong had a cigarette in his mouth and picked up the teapot to pour water into his cup.

"Even if you, Zhang Shenghui, wanted a little bit of face, Qin Chi wouldn't have the scale it has today."

Saying this, Zhou Andong looked at Wu Hongkang.

"Isn't that right, Old Wu?"

Wu Hongkang was watching the fun on the side and was just watching the excitement; Zhou Andong's sudden turn caught Old Wu off guard.

Just at this time, the waiter started serving the food, and Wu Hongkang laughed.

"The food is served; let's chat while we eat."

He didn't want to participate in the fight between Zhou Andong and Zhang Shenghui; mainly because he had self-knowledge, whether it was reaction speed or glibness, he was no match for the two guys in front of him.