Rebirth of the strongest business woman

1313 gust of wind
Due to the Flower Market Festival in the Imperial Capital, all the roads leading here were congested, and even the traffic police were dispatched to clear the way.

"Mayor Tang, the car of the president of the Lian Group is ahead, should we pass, or?" the driver asked.

Tang Guanlin shook his head, "No, Lian's Group is the sole sponsor of this Flower Market Festival, so we should give them some face."

Two cars, one in front and one behind, came to the gate of the flower market under the clearing of the traffic police.

As soon as Lian Zixing got out of the car, he was surrounded by a group of reporters.

"Mr. Lian, as the sole sponsor of this flower market festival, Lian's Group can be said to be a big hit. May I ask, is it because you have a unique vision and have already anticipated today's situation, so you invest heavily?"

A reporter extended the microphone to Lian Zixing and raised his voice to ask.

Lian Zixing's face darkened, "Everyone knows that I used to be a teacher. From a teacher's point of view, I was really worried about the current market situation, and used the greatest malice to speculate on other people's good motives, so as to To attract more people's attention, and then to confuse people's hearts, so that more people can join the ranks, is this the original intention of your media industry?"

Lian Zixing's words embarrass many reporters. In fact, this is indeed their most commonly used method on weekdays.

After a pause, Lian Zixing continued: "The flower market is a key project of our imperial capital. I personally like these plants very much. They can cultivate people's sentiments. Most importantly, they are really cute."

That familiar figure flashed in Lian Zixing's mind again, with thoughtful eyes, and he didn't know when they would meet again?
At this moment, Tang Guanlin also got out of the car, and the eyes of the reporters, as well as the microphone, turned to him again.

Lian Zixing didn't leave first, but turned to look at Tang Guanlin. Tang Guanlin's car on the road deliberately gave way to him. He knew it. For the mayor, Lian Zixing admired him very much.

Sure enough, none of the members of the Tang family were simple.

Tang Guanlin dismissed the reporter with a few words, walked up to Lian Zixing, and shook hands with him.

"President Lian has devoted himself to public welfare and charity in the past few years. He is already a leader among the younger generation in the imperial capital. This time, he can vigorously support the Flower Market Festival. It is really worthy of gratitude and admiration."

"Where is Mayor Tang, these are what I should do."

After exchanging a few casual greetings, the two stepped on the red carpet and walked into the gate of the flower market together under the camera.

"Mayor Tang and President Lian are here."

"Mayor Tang, this way please."

"President Lian, this way please."

Liao Fan, the general manager of the flower market, greeted him quickly and shook hands with Tang Guanlin and Lian Zixing.

"The distinguished guests from other countries who have been invited or come here are already in place, and the ribbon-cutting can begin immediately," Liao Fan said.

Tang Guanlin and Lian Zixing followed Liao Fan, shook hands with the distinguished guests and introduced each other.

Here, there is the secretary of state of country M, the prince of country Y, the richest man of country H, and many multinational chaebols. They are all heavyweight guests of this flower market festival.

"Now I announce that the Flower Market Festival has officially begun!"

Following Liao Fan's words, Tang Guanlin and others picked up the golden scissors in one hand and the red silk in the other, and were about to cut the ribbon when suddenly there was a strong wind.

The sudden tornado blew up the red silk, and for some reason, it also rolled up the golden scissors, just scratching the hand of State Secretary Barney.

(End of this chapter)