Rebirth begins with rejecting girlfriend arrangement

After returning from Baisong City, Chu Yang had a feeling of worrying about gain and loss. Maybe it was because he had done something bad. Sometimes Zhiying would feel a little guilty when she called. This married man stealing food made her feel very uncomfortable.

So Chu Yang can only devote his time and energy to the construction of the distribution network. To be honest, Chu Yang has never been serious before. He goes to the site with the driver, Xiao Song and the design unit every day to learn more about the following The specific conditions of the lines in several towns provide accurate data for the line reconstruction in mountainous areas.

Of course, during this period, Chu Yang also took time to accompany you and visited many people's homes, and truly felt their true feelings about the love of the past power company. In fact, they are very simple villagers, and they are not demanding. That is to say, I hope that there will be fewer power outages, the voltage can be used for cooking, and the power outage should not exceed one day.

When Chu Yang went to every house, the people were very enthusiastic, and they took out their own food to treat them, such as sweet potatoes, mochi, cassava, potatoes, anyway.

Seeing their friendly smiles made Chu Yang more determined to build a stable power grid for them. The directors of the power supply stations below were also touched by Chu Yang's practical leadership.

Or it was the first time they saw a vice president like Chu Yang, and it always felt unreal.

On the last day of climbing the mountain.

The work is not done.

The journey is far away.

Chu Yang was squatting in the field eating box lunch with his colleagues. Xiao Song hurriedly snapped a picture when he saw it.

Chu Yang said: "Xiao Song, don't shoot me, take good pictures of our comrades, they are our main force."

Xiao Qin, deputy director of Tianluoshan Institute, sighed: "Mr. Chu, I don't accept anyone, but I really have to admire you. You are the most friendly and hardworking leader I have ever met. How can other leaders Squat in the fields with us and eat."

Chu Yang smiled and said, "Xiao Qin, I'm not made of any special material, so why can't I squat here to eat with you?"

The others had tears in their eyes.

These days, Xiao Song continued to post his visits to the company portal. With his own guidance, Xiao Song's press releases were much better than before. Although Chu Yang didn't want to put on a show, some positive publicity was still necessary.

No one wants to be an unknown person.

It is a good moral to do good deeds without leaving a name, but dare to use them in publicity for good people and good deeds, in order to make this society more harmonious and beautiful.

This evening, Mr. Yang, the smiling tiger, asked himself to go out for dinner again.

Chu Yang and him are still very friendly on the surface, so they can only keep the appointment on time.

After going there, I found out that it was Mr. Meng Meng who treated guests, and of course his secretary with a really round butt and a chest like a basketball. His name seemed to be Wang Hui, but Chu Yang also heard that this woman is not as simple as a secretary. Started a company.

This time, he didn't go to any nightclub, but went directly to this Mr. Meng's villa for dinner.

The car is at the gate.

Mr. Meng is quite sensible, and Wang Hui stood at the door to greet him.

After Chu Yang and Yang Mingyang got out of the car, this Meng Meng hurried over, made a gesture of invitation to Mr. Yang, and said, "Welcome Mr. Yang, Mr. Chu, to my humble house for a light meal."

Mr. Yang looked around and joked: "Mr. Meng, you are being modest. This is still a humble house. Then our homes are like chicken coops."

Mr. Meng said: "Hehe, Mr. Yang, this is over. By the way, next month, I plan to build another real estate in Shaoyang. Do you want to reserve a villa for you?"

This force also has a real estate business, which is really big.

Damn it, why is such a person so rich.

The entrance is covered with a scarlet carpet, and the French windows in front are hung with dark golden floral curtains. When you walk in, the dining table and chairs are all made of dark red carved mahogany, and a natural marble disc is inlaid in the middle of the dining table.

The more you look at it, the more angry you become.

Meng Meng first asked Mr. Yang to sit down, then motioned for Wang Hui to sit on the right side of Mr. Yang, and himself to sit on the left side, and then invited Chu Yang and the other small bosses to sit down.

something.

Meng Meng asked, "What kind of wine to drink, I don't have much in stock here."

Mr. Yang said: "I can do whatever I want, you can figure it out."

Meng Meng asked Chu Yang again.

Chu Yang knew that drinking would be inevitable, so he said, "Be gentle, I've been having diarrhea for the past few days."

Meng Meng said: "Then drink some wine, how about it."

Everyone agreed, so this Wang Hui got up and took two bottles of Remy Martin.

After a while, the dishes came out. Mr. Yang ate a few yuan and felt a little familiar, so he asked: "This dish is very familiar, it seems to be from Fuguilou."

This Mr. Meng smiled and said: "Haha, yes, Mr. Yang is still knowledgeable. I know you like to eat Fuguilou. I specially invited their chef to cook at home."

Mr. Yang said with a smile: "It costs a lot."

Mr. Meng: "It's not worth mentioning."

Mr. Yang asked Chu Yang again: "Chu Yang, what do you think of this dish?"

Chu Yang actually thought it was pretty good, after all, it was a master craft, but he said calmly, "It's not bad, but there are too many big fish and meat, and it tastes boring. It would be better to add more vegetables."

Meng Meng said: "President Chu's criticism is correct. There are indeed no vegetables today. I forgot that everyone is tired of eating big fish and meat. It's because I didn't entertain well."

Chu Yang didn't know what he meant, so he laughed at himself, "This may be my personal taste."

Eat and drink enough.

Mr. Meng suggested playing mahjong.

Mr. Yang naturally said it was very good, but there were five people, and if there was one more person, Chu Yang offered to watch the battle.

Mr. Yang said, "I'll let you play, Chu Yang, after I play."

Soon the game was opened, Mr. Yang was lucky, and he touched a few hands in a row. They played 100 and 6000, so Mr. Yang won [-] yuan all at once. Damn, this is basically a gift.

But Mr. Yang didn't seem to be interested. After playing the fifth game and winning another thousand and six, he got up and said, "Chu Yang, come and play. I'm very sleepy after eating. I want to go up and have a rest."

Boss Meng immediately got up and said, "Well, that's fine, that Xiaohui, you can go upstairs with Boss Yang to have a rest."

When Wang Hui heard this, she seemed to be fertilized, her face turned red and white, but she still gritted her teeth and said, "Mr. Yang, let me help you up."

So the two of them went.

Chu Yang felt that something was wrong, but he had already been pulled down to play mahjong.

Chu Yang's level is very poor, but he still wins all the time. He won more than 1 in one fell swoop. It's as easy as picking up money. Is this how these people send money?

After a while, Chu Yang didn't want to play anymore, so he asked, "It's almost there, I have to go back."

Mr. Meng looked upstairs meaningfully and said, "Mr. Chu, let's play again, Mr. Yang is still awake."

Chu Yang thought to himself, you are pretty fucking capable of tossing around.

Another half hour passed.

"Which one of you won?"

Suddenly saw Wang Hui appearing at the card table, her face was flushed, her hair was freshly combed, her hair was still wet, she must have just taken a shower, she pretended to be nonchalant, but everyone could see that the battle just now was fierce .

Everyone also answered vaguely, saying that Chu Yang was lucky or something.

She glanced at Chu Yang, then bowed her head in embarrassment.

Ha ha.

After a while, I saw Mr. Yang coming downstairs with a red face, why is he walking a bit pretentiously.

"Mr. Yang, are you resting well?" asked Mr. Meng.

Mr. Yang touched his waist: "It's okay, but your bed is too soft, and my back hurts from sleeping."

Mr. Meng smiled: "Hehe, yes, I'll give you a hard bed some other day."

Damn it, it's been so long.

Can you not have a backache?
But with such a big battle today, it is estimated that there is nothing else to ask for. (end of this chapter)