The best perspective expert

Chapter 213 I hope you do what you say

Standing at the entrance of the exhibition hall, Han Zhenyang saw more than 20 young men who looked like gangsters approaching aggressively from a distance, and then stood outside with their arms folded and couldn't help sneering. The audience is also aware of something and carefully avoids these people.

However, these people just sneered and didn't make any moves yet. They obviously planned to wait until the ribbon-cutting time before doing anything, because doing so at that time would have the greatest impact.

Hmph, it really came, but these tricks...

At this moment, Lin Qingqiu hurried over and asked in panic, "Boss, what should we do?"

"With me here, why panic, keep working, do what you have to do, just pretend they don't exist," Han Zhenyang scolded in a deep voice.

"However, if they make trouble at the most critical moment, it will be too late for us to take measures," Lin Qingqiu didn't know Han Zhenyang's identity, he just regarded him as an ordinary rich boy and thought he was inexperienced, so he quickly explained the way, "As long as they don't beat people or cause damage, there's nothing they can do even if the police come. Otherwise, talk to the landlord again..."

Han Zhenyang waved his hand, "I know—" Just now, Lin Qingqiu poked his elbow, motioned to a man in his thirties with his eyes, and said in a low voice, "The landlord is here."

He is the landlord?
Han Zhenyang sneered and stood still, staring coldly at the landlord who was walking towards him.

The landlord is not tall, less than 1.7 meters tall. He has a fair complexion and a big braid. At first glance, he looks a bit like the actor in the sketch "You're in trouble". Son, to put it bluntly, he is a bum.

The landlord walked up to Han Zhenyang with a smile, looked at Lin Qingqiu, then at Han Zhenyang, and smiled contemptuously, "You are the owner of Tiangong Exhibition Hall? How old are you?"

"If you have something to say, get out if you have nothing to do," Han Zhenyang said coldly.

"Boy, don't be shameless. For Qiao Shengnan's sake, I won't embarrass you. Move things away obediently, or I won't even be able to open the door of your exhibition hall." The landlord didn't expect Han Zhenyang to be so shameless. In an instant, he became angry from embarrassment, his face flushed, and he pointed at Han Zhenyang and threatened him harshly.

"Qiao Shengnan is blind to know a friend like you." Han Zhenyang slightly raised his eyelids, and after seeing a train team approaching in the distance, he said to Lin Qingqiu: "Go and work on you, prepare to cut the ribbon."

"Uh, yes, I'll go right away," Lin Qingqiu looked worried, and turned around hesitantly, he was really worried that Han Zhenyang might not be able to deal with the landlord. In his opinion, shouldn't he be kind to the landlord at this time? ?Even if it's just hypocrisy, it's fine, get over the ribbon cutting first and then think of a way.

He was so nervous when he opened his mouth, can he solve the problem?

But Han Zhenyang is the boss, and when the boss asks, he can only obey.

When Lin Qingqiu left, the landlord's eyes widened in surprise, "Do you think I'm scaring you?" He pointed at the little gangsters outside, and said with a smirk: "See, they are all my people. When I wave, they will I will gather around, hehe, I don’t do anything, just pee at your door, I want to see how your crappy exhibition hall opens.”

"Really? You let them come, I'm going to meet the guests who cut the ribbon," Han Zhenyang sneered, turned and left, but suddenly turned his head after two steps, "By the way, you just said that you want to let my exhibition hall Can’t open the door? Be sure to do what you say, I’m really curious how you can do it.”

He really didn't take such a vile bedbug to heart, but his attitude made the landlord angry, stomping his feet in hatred, but he had no choice but to grit his teeth secretly: pretend, just keep pretending, Let's see if you can still pretend later, shit.

Then he ran to a group of punks and discussed how to make trouble for Han Zhenyang later.

Han Zhenyang didn't know what the landlord was doing behind the scenes. He had more important tasks now because He Qianjun was here.

He Qianjun didn't come alone, but a large group of people, besides himself, there were also some officials in suits and leather shoes surrounded a middle-aged man, and there were a lot of cameras of various kinds. The one who came was an existence in a high position.

A group of people drove straight to the parking lot and entered the exhibition hall directly through the side door.

If it was an ordinary leader, Han Zhenyang would naturally not care, but that leader looked very similar to He Qianjun, almost carved out of the same mold, he recognized it at a glance, it was none other than his Uncle, He Qianjun's father, He Yuhong, a ministerial official.

Any one of these three identities is worthy of his personal reception, let alone the three overlap.

He trotted back to the exhibition hall and bumped into the group of people head-on, but in front of the camera, he didn't dare to call uncle, but smiled at the other party with a slightly reserved smile, nodded as a greeting, and then stood there without saying a word. By He Qianjun's side.Of course, he wasn't really restrained, but he had to show such a gesture, because these videos were likely to be broadcast on the news, and even if they couldn't be broadcast on the news broadcast, they might appear on other news programs or at the end of the newspaper.

When a member of this level comes out, he will definitely not just stroll around.

He has never experienced this kind of battle, so naturally he would not speak indiscriminately, so as not to leave the impression that he does not know the importance.

His uncle always had a smile on his face. Seeing him waving at him, when he walked over, he looked him up and down, "Not bad, very good."

Han Zhenyang didn't know what the high-ranking uncles around him meant when he said that he was good, but he could only laugh, "The minister praised it absurdly."

"Hehe, I heard that you carved these by yourself?"

"um, yes."

"It's very beautiful and exquisite. It can be seen that a lot of thought has been put into it, isn't it tiring?"

"Fortunately, creation is a kind of enjoyment, and you won't feel tired during the creation process."

"Well said, our literary and art workers need to have this kind of mentality."

"..."

These uncles and nephews started chatting with each other, as if a ministerial official was talking to industrial workers while inspecting related industries. It was full of serious news broadcast style, but left others alone. On one side, especially those accompanying officials, were confused: Who is this kid?Why do you feel that you are very familiar with Boss He?Not at all.

However, the uncle and nephew didn't care. After Han Zhenyang gradually let go, he spoke more casually, and kept explaining the works to his uncle.

About half an hour later, his uncle suddenly said: "By the way, it's time to cut the ribbon, right? If you don't mind, I'll go out with the cheek to show my face? Don't you think I'm a layman?"

Han Zhenyang was overjoyed, "That would be great, this way please."

Just kidding, I want to invite my uncle to attend the ribbon-cutting ceremony. If it is not a big project of billions or tens of billions, I am too embarrassed to speak up, and I may not be able to ask for it. Now I offer to cut the ribbon for my family. If I don’t agree , then his brain must be burned out.

(End of this chapter)