When will I have a long tassel?

"Hello, Lao Zhou? I'm Fatty Song from Jin Che."

After Song Fulai wanted to call Zhou Heng, he introduced himself with this sweet and sweet sentence.

He originally planned to speak more forcefully to make Zhou Heng feel that he was not afraid of him. But when the words came to his mouth, he lost his courage again. He had no choice, his life was in someone else's hands, could he still be strong?

When Zhou Heng heard this, he felt excited in his heart:

Damn it, Tang Zifeng didn't get it done, right?

He thought so in his heart, but his tone would not show it. He pretended to be calm and said, "Oh, it turns out to be Director Song. Why, do you have any instructions?"

"Look, what instructions are you talking about? I am the director of Jinche and you are the director of Linyi Machinery. How am I qualified to give you instructions?" Song Fu came.

"Haha, I am a temporary director. Director Song is the old leader of Jinche. When he is transferred back to the department, he will at least be a deputy director. Isn't it natural to guide me, a small division director? ?”

"How dare I expect to have such a position? I just hope that when I retire, I can find a small job somewhere to support myself in retirement."

"Director Song is young and promising, why are you thinking about retiring?"

"You are young and promising, I am two years older than you, right?"

The two of them chatted for a long time, and Song Fulai finally took back his words and said, "Old Zhou, I've always been sorry for something. Two days ago, Assistant Tang from your factory came to my place to contact me. Regarding the payment, we had some money that we had not recovered at that time. I told him that I had to wait, but he might have misunderstood, and everyone was a little unhappy.

I am making this call to you just to explain that we are all subordinate companies, how can we possibly undermine each other? I have already arranged for your money. I will pay you half next week, and the remaining half will be remitted to your account before the middle of next month. What do you think? "

"Are you serious?" Zhou Heng was surprised and happy, and at the same time he was thinking in his mind, what on earth did Tang Zifeng do that was so outrageous that he forced this awesome Song Fulai to call him and agree so readily? Pay now and pay it all off by the middle of next month.

You know, Zhou Heng's task for Tang Zifeng was only to recover half of the debt as much as possible. In Zhou Heng's heart, he felt that if Tang Zifeng could get back one-third, it would be considered a success.

Zhou Heng would not believe that Song Fulai did this out of feelings for the fraternal company. He had 100 reasons to believe that Tang Zifeng had taken some extreme measures to force Song Fulai to do this.

The day before yesterday, Tang Zifeng called the factory and said that Jinche only agreed to pay 10%, and he wanted to put some pressure on Jinche. As for how to do it, he did not inform Zhou Heng on the grounds that it was inconvenient to say too much on the phone.

Zhou Heng was not worried that Tang Zifeng would use any illegal or disciplinary methods, such as taking a brick, pinching Song Fulai's neck and telling them to bury two people and bleed for five steps. After all, Tang Zifeng also graduated from a prestigious school, so he still had some basic awareness.

At this time, Zhou Heng had no time to guess what Tang Zifeng would do. He faced the phone receiver and said with a smile: "Really? If that's the case, then I'm so grateful to Director Song. You saved my life. No, you saved our lives." The lives of tens of thousands of cadres, employees and their families are at risk. I haven’t said yet, when Director Song comes to the river, I will entertain you with all kinds of dishes and bowls, so that everyone can enjoy it without getting drunk."

"There's no need for eight plates and eight bowls. Lao Zhou, you'd better get those Assistant Tang and Section Chief Han back first. After all, we are also a large state-owned factory, and the tricks they have done are really not on the table, and people Look at the joke you guys made when you got the chance." Song Fu said.

"Really? There is such a thing!" Zhou Heng showed anger on the phone, "Director Song, what inappropriate things did Xiao Tang and the others do? Tell me, and I will seriously criticize them. No, deal with them seriously.”

"Alas, there is no need to take it seriously. They are doing it for work, but their methods are somewhat lacking. The two of them made a banner, wrote some inappropriate words, and set it up at the entrance of our factory for two full days. This The impact is very bad!”

"That's unreasonable. Director Song, can you contact them now? Ask them to come over and answer the phone, and I will immediately ask them to remove that banner and return to the factory to be dealt with." Zhou Heng said confidently.

Tang Zifeng was quickly brought over by Liu Feng. In order to avoid too many troubles, Song Fulai asked him to come to his office to answer the phone. When Tang Zifeng entered, he saw Song Fulai casting a vicious look at him, almost wanting to tear Tang Zifeng into pieces with his mind.

Tang Zifeng didn't care about this. Since he dared to offend Song Fulai, Ge Zhongle and his party, he didn't have to worry about their revenge on him. He held a photo of the high-end watches worn by these two people in his hand. He was so anxious that he handed the photo to the "relevant departments". These two people would have to lose their skin if they died.

In his previous life, Tang Zifeng had never experienced any kind of battle. He knew that a person of Song Fulai's level would not gamble his life with a young man like him. To put it simply, Tang Zifeng is a typical daosi, who is barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes.

Taking the phone receiver from Liu Feng, Tang Zifeng had just said hello when he heard Zhou Heng's pretended to be serious criticism from the other end of the phone, but Tang Zifeng could clearly hear other meanings from Zhou Heng's words, which was roughly It was said that Song Fulai had admitted defeat, and Tang Zifeng and Han Weichang could withdraw.

Tang Zifeng spoke repeatedly into the receiver, with a look of fear on his face. After answering the phone, he handed the receiver back to Liu Feng, then bowed deeply to Song Fulai and Ge Zhongle, and said in a heartbroken tone: "Director Song, Director Ge, I was wrong, I apologize to you. You should do a deep self-examination."

"There is no need to review. Take back all the tricks you have made. Don't stay in Jinyao anymore. Come back to Linhe today." Song Fulai lectured with an air of dignity.

"Yes, yes, we'll leave right away." Tang Zifeng agreed very readily.

"Also, those photos of yours..." Ge Zhongle reminded.

"I will hand them all over to Director Ge, and I will guarantee that none of them will be circulated."

"There are still negatives..."

"I've brought them all. Director Ge, please take a look." Tang Zifeng took out a pile of films from his shoulder bag and placed them all in front of Ge Zhongle.

"Let me take a look." Ge Zhongle reached for a film roll and planned to take out the film inside and check it.

Song Fulai stopped Ge Zhongle and said: "What's so good about this smoky thing? Let the factory management take it and destroy it all. Also, Tang Zifeng, what are you going to tell the reporter?"

"I'll explain it to her and tell her it's just a misunderstanding. Don't worry, she won't talk nonsense."

"Go!" Song Fulai waved to Tang Zifeng like a fly.

Liu Feng took Tang Zifeng out. Ge Zhongle looked at Song Fulai and asked: "Old Song, why don't you let me check these films? What if he still keeps some."

Song Fulai sneered: "Do you think he didn't leave another set of photos? What's the use of getting the negatives?"

"You mean, he developed more than one set of photos?" Ge Zhongle reacted. Yes, if someone wanted to preserve evidence, why would they develop only one set of photos? He asked Tang Zifeng to hand over the negatives, but it was actually unnecessary.

"This young man is very scheming. He knows that he has offended us to death. He will not leave any evidence to contain us." Song Fulai said quietly.

"Then what should we do?" Ge Zhongle asked.

Song Fulai said: "It's not a big problem. Judging from his statement just now, he just wants to get the money so that he can go back and brush up his qualifications. He has a bright future and will not mess around. Go and make arrangements for this little kid. The young man paid 1,000 yuan for labor service, just because we did not arrange food and accommodation for them and subsidized their food and accommodation expenses. The old man and the reporter should also pay 300 yuan. After collecting the money, they would Know what to do.”

"I understand." Ge Zhongle said, "I'll do it right away. If Tang Zifeng knew the truth, this matter would be over. If he doesn't know the truth and continues to make trouble, I don't believe that my old The relationship that Ge has accumulated over the years cannot handle such a little brat."

"Alas, I hunt geese all day long, but the geese peck my eyes. You go and notify me, and ask the people in each department to keep a low profile and stop acting like they are burning buns all day long. I have a mobile phone to facilitate their contact with work. Everywhere Show off your shit!" Song Fulai said bitterly.

Tang Zifeng and Bao Nana were in front, and Han Weichang was behind. The three of them walked out of the gate of the golden car in an "inverted triangle" formation. Each of them had an envelope in their pocket, containing varying amounts of banknotes. Han Weichang pinched the envelope at the first opportunity and accurately guessed the amount of the banknote, which made him overjoyed.

I went on a business trip, not counting the travel subsidy, and I made 300 yuan in extra money out of thin air. It would be nice to have such a good thing happen more often. Did you do something, but stand at the gate of Jinche holding a banner for two days and be watched by the people of Jinyao for two days?

I really didn’t expect that my old face was so valuable. After being looked at for two days, I actually made 300 yuan. If I had been bolder and stood there with my clothes off, would I have earned more... Oh, shame!

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Tang Zifeng turn around and whispered: "Old Han, regarding the photo, you must strictly keep it a secret and not leak it at all. We have offended the Jinche factory leaders to death this time. If this matter is leaked, everyone will have endless hatred. Do you think we can withstand their revenge?"

"Hiss..."

Only then did Han Weichang remember, yes, this time things were really big. Those photos were taken by him, and Tang Zifeng had explained to him the essentials of taking photos beforehand. How could he not know the purpose of Tang Zifeng asking him to take these photos. It turned out that Jin Che bowed to them not because he raised the banner to protest, but because Tang Zifeng had grasped the other party's leverage.

As a cadre of a state-owned enterprise, Han Weichang is very aware of the lethality of these photos. As the manufacturer and owner of these weapons of mass destruction, he is now a thorn in Song Fulai's side and a thorn in his side.