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Su Zijian wondered in detail: "Isn't Director Zhuang unaware of this?"

"I'm really not sure, tell me."

"The poor management of Jilong Department Store has resulted in consecutive years of losses. Now the general manager Lin Changxiu of Jilong is going to sell it. I heard that General Manager Zhuang Junying seems to have asked Ke Shuqi, the manager of Regal Hotel, to go to Jilong Department Store for acquisitions. I only think Director Zhuang already knew about it, so you don't know about it."

Zhuang Mingpeng forced a smile, embarrassed to say that he didn't know about this matter, wouldn't that be a joke: "Oh! So you are talking about this matter, I knew about it a long time ago, but I'm so busy recently, Just put it behind me afterwards, I don't have the time to bother with that kind of thing."

Having said that, I feel upset: Good Zhuang Junying, the company didn't say anything about such a big acquisition, what are you thinking about?

"Director Zhuang already knew about it. It seems that I am talking too much." He continued: "The geographical location of Jilong Department Store is really not good. If it has no competitors, it will be so-so and make a little money. , Now all kinds of shopping malls are everywhere, and even their time-honored brands can’t continue to operate, I don’t understand this, after Hongfu sells it, it should be used by other people, right?”

"Hmm! This is a commercial secret, I'm sorry." Zhuang Mingpeng didn't dare to say that he didn't know what a big deal it was to acquire a company, and the funds used were naturally very huge. It's too ridiculous for the director to know nothing about it.

Su Zijian laughed and said, "In this case, it's not convenient for me to ask."

Zhuang Mingpeng couldn't sit still for a while, and after catching another fish, he said to Su Zijian: "President Su, slow down, I'll go back first."

"Director Zhuang, go slowly. If there is any way to get rich in business in the future, I hope you will take care of it."

"It's easy to talk about." Zhuang Mingpeng hurried away, secretly saying: Junying!You are really daring, this time I will see how you explain to everyone.

Back at the farmer, he immediately threw the bucket and fishing rod on the lawn of the garden. The old king who was arranging the flowers and plants saw him leaving angrily, and secretly wondered: "Which woman has offended the master again? Seeing him like this?" I'm so angry.

Zhuang Mingpeng went directly to the inner hall, where a statue of Guanyin was enshrined. The whole inner hall was clean and tidy. There was a special person to clean it every day, and there was nothing else in it, except for a few straw mats for worshiping Guanyin inside. Useless, not even tables and chairs.

As soon as you enter, there is a scent of worshiping gods and Buddhas, and the hall is full of green smoke. It is the incense burned in front of the Avalokitesvara statue. It smells slightly fragrant in the nose. Fragrance, only people like them have the wealth to use this kind of thing.

At this time, on the grass felt in front of the Guanyin statue, sat an elderly man who seemed to be in his 70s.

For a person of his age, it is really rare that he can sit on it with his legs crossed and not move.

He was twirling a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, chanting words, and slightly closed his eyes.

As soon as Zhuang Mingpeng walked in, he sat down with an expression of displeasure.

"Ming Peng! Your feet landed too loudly." The old man still had his eyes closed, but there was reproach in his tone.

"Yeah! I know." Facing this old man, Zhuang Mingpeng used to be rich and powerful, but now he lost that vigor and restrained himself immediately.

"I know it's still like this, you are too impulsive." He slowly opened his eyes, turned around, and glanced at his son, his eyes were full of sternness.

"My heart is a little uncomfortable, so this foot..." He smiled wryly at this point.

Zhuang Zhizhong stared at him for a while, then suddenly sighed and said: "Oh! You are so old and not a boy, and you have not experienced this kind of heart. I am really disappointed."

Embarrassment appeared on Zhuang Mingpeng's face, and he said embarrassedly: "I can't help it, no matter how bad it is, I was born by you, it's something I was born with, I really..."

Zhuang Zhizhong snorted: "Sometimes I wonder if you are my own, why don't you look like me at all?" The words are not really suspicious of this son, but his character.

"Come to me, there should be something that can't be solved?" Zhuang Zhizhong seemed to see through his son, and hit the vital point in his heart at once.

"Dad! You still understand me." Zhuang Mingpeng smiled shyly.

"As far as your virtue is concerned, I don't know yet." He snorted as he spoke, and then asked, "You won't mess with dirty women outside again, right?" . ."The City's No. [-] Mix" by the elegant layman is wonderful, have you read it? . .

"Cut! Look at what you said, although I am a bit that way to women, but this time you have misjudged me."

"Come on, what's the matter?" Zhuang Zhizhong ignored his anger.

"Junying seems to be about to move."

Hearing this, Zhuang Zhizhong frowned slightly, looked at his son and said, "What's the matter?"

"It is said that Junying entrusted Keshuqi with a project. This project is the acquisition of a Jilong department store in our provincial capital. As for what it will be used for after the acquisition, it is not clear yet."

"Jilong Department Store." Zhuang Zhizhong's face was slightly surprised.

Zhuang Mingpeng nodded.

Zhuang Zhizhong pondered for a while: "Lin Changxiu from Jilong, I remember that although he is a little younger than me, he is over seventy." go out?"

"The management is not good. Now they have nothing to eat. If they don't sell it, they will go bankrupt."

Zhuang Zhi nodded his head: "Oh! The world is going through vicissitudes, and the things in this world are really unclear. Who would have thought that Jilong, who was so prosperous in the past and could be as prosperous as us, has come to this step? This is really amazing. More than I expected."

Zhuang Mingpeng said with a smile: "Damn it! Who told you that this brat doesn't know how to run a business? He deserves his death."

Zhuang Zhizhong glared at him angrily: "Be more solemn in front of the Buddhist hall."

Zhuang Mingpeng scratched his scalp: "Understood."

Zhuang Zhizhong eased the expression on his face: "As you are, you are not the same as Lin Changxiu in Jilong. If the company is really handed over to you, it will not be the same. In this regard, you are not as good as Junying. "

"I know my fault, so I'm not disinterested in the position of chairman, but I, Junxiong, are no worse than Junying. Dad, you have to find a way to get him to step down, otherwise Junxiong will never get ahead in this life." The day." Junxiong is Zhuang Mingpeng's son, three years younger than Zhuang Junying, and a college student who graduated from a prestigious university in China. This son is ambitious and not ordinary.

"It's difficult for Junying to step down!" Zhuang Zhizhong sighed.

"Of course it is difficult. If it is easy, everyone can be the chairman of the board. If it is difficult, I will ask Dad to find a way."

"Junying owns 40.00% of the shares. Based on this alone, we won't be able to touch him. Unless he has an accident like Zhuang Ding, we will never think about it in this life."

Zhuang Mingpeng said in a low voice: "Then you see, do you want to be a little shady?"

Zhuang Zhizhong stretched out his hand and patted the top of his head heavily, cursing: "Can you do something serious, why do you keep thinking about this...do you really want me to say something good about you?" He kept shaking his head.

Zhuang Mingpeng rubbed his painful head, and said with a bitter face: "Aren't I thinking of Junxiong? Is there something wrong with that?"

"You are not wrong, but too stupid."

"Dad! Why am I so useless in your eyes?" Zhuang Mingpeng said indignantly.

"It's shameful for him to see through your trick before you even use it. Do you really want to be tricked by him?" Zhuang Zhizhong sneered slightly.

Zhuang Mingpeng was told by his father that he had nothing more to say, and he let out a long sigh: "I know you look down on me, no matter what I do, you still have objections."

Zhuang Zhizhong raised his head and looked at him for a long time.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Zhuang Zhizhong sighed: "You bastard, don't you know that I'm doing this all for your own good?"

Zhuang Mingpeng was displeased: "It's either beating or scolding. I have never had a good face for me for a day. This is also called being kind to me. I really don't want this kind of kindness to happen to me."

"Since you don't understand me, it's useless to tell you more." Then he said: "Go and call Junxiong."

Zhuang Mingpeng couldn't stand up shaking his head, and walked away dejectedly. Not long after, a 25-year-old young man followed him into the Buddhist hall.

The two of them sat down on the straw mats beside Zhuang Zhizhong, and the young man said, "Grandfather, you are looking for me."

"Mingpeng, tell Junxiong what you know."

Zhuang Mingpeng told what he had heard, and Zhuang Zhizhong said: "Junxiong, if it's true, what do you think?"

Zhuang Junxiong pondered: "There are two solutions to this matter."

"Tell me about it." Zhuang Zhizhong looked at his grandson and said.

"First, don't worry about it, let it develop freely, and we will attack at the last moment, and then we will receive miraculous results."

"What about the second?" Zhuang Zhizhong then asked.

"That is to stop it now and prevent the acquisition from being successful, but in this way, it does not seem to be of any benefit to us."

Zhuang Zhizhong couldn't stop nodding when he heard the words.

Zhuang Mingpeng looked at what the grandfather and grandson said, and was very puzzled for a while, and said: "Junxiong, can you make it clearer?". . ."The City's No. [-] Mix" by the elegant layman is wonderful, have you read it? . .

Zhuang Junxiong was about to speak, but Zhuang Zhizhong waved his hand to stop his grandson from continuing, and said: "This is none of your business, just stand aside and watch the fun, leave other matters to Junxiong It's done."

Zhuang Mingpeng was very bored, but fortunately one was his father and the other was his son, no matter how useless he was, the blood on his body was the same, so naturally he had the same thoughts.

. . ."The City's No. [-] Mix" by the elegant layman is wonderful, have you read it? . .