Blood-quenched mountains and rivers

On the night of the banquet, Ma Bufang stayed up all night. After tossing and turning, Ma Bufang finally came to a conclusion, that is, Yang Wei didn't take himself seriously at all. From the look in his eyes at that moment, Ma Bufang was enough to make a conclusion about it.

In addition to anger and fear, Ma Bufang was more concerned about the sales of Yumen Oilfield. If he didn't confirm the sales quickly, he would completely lose control of Yumen Oilfield, and he could only let Yang Wei manipulate him or her. It is possible to lose everything.

The restless Ma Bufang was pacing back and forth in the room. Just as the sky was getting dark, there was a soft knock on the door, the voice was sneaky, as if he was doing something shady.

Hearing the knock on the door, Ma Bufang stopped immediately. Feeling a little nervous, she immediately pulled out the gun tag on her waist, and walked to the door calmly, leaning against the wall, the muzzle of the gun Aligned with the door.

At this moment, a thin voice sounded from outside the door, tremblingly whispered: "Mr. Ma, Mr. Zhang has something to see."

Ma Bufang didn't recognize the voice for a while, and thought about it for a long time in his mind. Just when Zhang Haiming thought that Ma Bufang was still sleeping and was about to leave, Ma Bufang opened the door with a huff, looked around furtively, and immediately dragged Zhang Haiming into the room. in the room.

The two looked at each other, not quite understanding why they were so nervous for a while, as if they were thieves, after an awkward laugh, Zhang Haiming scratched his hair, and said without words: "Mr. You should pay attention to rest so early."

Ma Bufang glared at Zhang Haiming viciously, and said impatiently: "Speak quickly if you have something to say, and get out if you have nothing to say!"

After all, Ma Bufang had already returned to the desk, lazily raised her legs, put her legs on the desk, and supported her head with her hands, almost looking at Zhang Haiming through her nostrils.

Such a bad attitude was within Zhang Haiming's expectation. After all, Zhang Haiming saw everything that happened at the banquet yesterday, and it was because of this that Zhang Haiming came to visit Ma Bufang so early on purpose.

Ma Bufang was pointed at with a gun by Yang Wei at the banquet, and almost lost his life like this. There are different opinions on this kind of thing, but it is not a pleasant thing to say, and Ma Bufang himself was furious. However, one day One person is very happy because of this, and this person is Zhang Haiming.

Zhang Haiming knew very well that only when Ma Bufang wanted to rebel against Yang Wei could he take advantage of it, and take the opportunity to persuade Ma Bufang to cooperate with foreigners willingly, so that he would have the opportunity to make money.

Thinking of this, Zhang Haiming approached Ma Bufang in two steps, sighed and cried, as if he was the one who almost lost his head yesterday, and said indignantly: "Mr. Ma, Yang Wei did too much yesterday, thanks to Mr. Ma There are a lot of people who are not as knowledgeable as he is, otherwise Yang Wei can't bear to go around!"

Although Zhang Haiming's words sound nice, Ma Bufang is no longer in the mood to discuss this with him, and snorted impatiently: "Just say what you want to say. Could it be that you are here to see a joke?"

Zhang Haiming smiled flatteringly and waved his hands again and again: "Where is it, how can Zhang see Mr. Ma's jokes? We are in the same camp, aren't we! Mr. Ma, what happened last night made Zhang a sleepless night. Thinking about this matter, hasn't Master Ma ever wondered why Yang Wei is so ostentatious? Even though he is the commander of the army, the Yumen Oilfield was managed by Master Ma alone by raising funds!"

Would you not want this kind of thing?Ma Bufang cursed inwardly that it was funny, and glanced at Zhang Haiming coldly, with a funny taste: "Tell me, why?"

"Because Yumen Oilfield is not your Ma Bufang's at all!"

Zhang Haiming suddenly made such a nonsensical remark, Ma Bufang slapped the table angrily, and said loudly, "Say it again? This teacher killed you!"

"No, no!" The sweaty Zhang Haiming suddenly changed his expression, and said while wiping his sweat again and again: "Mr. Ma, this is not what Haiming meant, but I said it for Yang Wei. Think about it, Mr. Ma, isn't it true?" Isn't that the case?"

Thinking of Zhang Haiming's vivid expression, Ma Bufang took the initiative to apply this expression and words to Yang Wei in his mind, and immediately felt a little awkward. Zhang Haiming was right. Although he said this for Yang Wei, Ma Bufang could feel it. One day, sooner or later, Yang Wei will say the same thing to himself.

At this moment, Ma Bufang had already put her legs off the table, and was sitting upright in a serious manner. Thinking of such words, Ma Bufang felt uncomfortable all over her body, and even felt a gloomy anger in her chest. She couldn't help but patted the table and muttered He muttered to himself: "If I hadn't raised money, would this Yumen Oilfield have been able to operate? Yang Wei thought it was children and mud, or just playing tricks? Thinking of me being an empty-handed wolf? Has your conscience been eaten by dogs!"

Ma Bufang, who had nothing to do with Yang Wei, cursed angrily in a low voice, but besides anger, there was more helplessness and grievance in her tone. That’s right, even if she knew Yang Wei’s plan, what could Ma Bufang do with her current strength? ?Thinking of Yang Wei's armor division, Ma Bufang's legs were already weak, let alone challenge Yang Wei.

Zhang Haiming was not afraid of fanning the flames in front of his own house, but he was afraid that Ma Bufang's anger would not be normal enough, so he preached from the side: "Mr. If the teacher doesn't say anything, I, Zhang Haiming, can't stand it any longer."

Ma Bufang squinted at Zhang Haiming and said, "Just you? What can you do if you can't stand it?"

Regarding Ma Bufang's disdain, Zhang Haiming didn't take it seriously. On the contrary, he said enthusiastically: "Mr. Ma doesn't know something. Zhang has long been angry on Mr. Ma's behalf. No matter what, Yang Wei can't let Yang Wei get his way! He didn't want to make Yumen Is the monopoly of the oil field in his hands? Since he wants to have such a big dream, we must find a way to control the oil production and sales in our hands. As long as we control the sales, it is equivalent to controlling the source of income. Let him, Yang Wei, continue to dream of his Spring and Autumn Dream!"

Ma Bufang, who was in a hurry, heard Zhang Haiming's long speech, and was so angry that he slapped the table repeatedly, and said anxiously: "I don't know what you think! But how can I sell him now? You can find a way!"

What Ma Bufang was most worried about and most helpless at this time was that she no longer had the ability to restrain Yang Wei. Based on Yang Wei's current attitude towards herself, Ma Bufang knew that it was impossible to ask for control of sales.

However, Zhang Haiming didn't seem to think so. With a relaxed face, he had already thought of a way to deal with it, and said with a wicked smile: "Mr. Master can't understand Yang Wei's overbearing, so he has already thought of a way for Master Ma."

Hearing this, Ma Bufang was very surprised, and hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Haiming by the collar, dragged him straight in front of him, and said loudly: "Say it quickly! If you dare to come up with any bad ideas, I will take yours." Life!"

Zhang Haiming met Ma Bufang's irritable gaze calmly, and calmly said in a low voice: "Make money with money!"