I Just Want To Be Self-reliant

  Chapter 63 Uncultured and Unlearning

  Zhao Dezhu laughed and went upstairs by the elevator: "Your family is rich and powerful. Although you are in love, but you want to drive a good car and want to stand out, you should hurry up and work hard."

  He came to learn.

  As she straightened herself up, Feng Xiaoting immediately put the folder under her armpit, and tidied his collar on tiptoe.

  Fortunately, Long Zhiyu has trained the golf girls well.

  When she walked into the magnificent restaurant group headquarters floor, Li Yuanyuan still maintained her posture.

  The secretary felt that this little brother had a lot of money, so he brought the two young girls to the meeting casually.

  Even the catering aunt ridiculed: "Yo yo yo, you are really not afraid that Sister Fenglin will be angry, and I dare not do anything to you if I eat it?"

Introduced by Zhao Dezhu: "Xiao Feng, a broadcasting professional, and Xiao Li, a golf professional, this is Sister Song from the restaurant group. Sister Xia and I are busy trying to do car rental. No matter where we go to report, we have to train some people. , The men on my side are now in driving school."

  Sister Song followed this topic and talked: "Sister Fenglin told me that you gambled out of the car. She is very courageous. What are you going to do now?"

  Zhao Dezhu hehe: "I have returned with six broken Santana and a facer. It is not a loss anymore. Waiting for it, I will definitely return the car to you when I look back."

  Where does anyone care about such a car: "You and Feng Lin are cooperating on this?"

  Zhao Dezhu was unexpected: "Sister Xia’s family is big and big, and I can’t keep up with her extraordinary shots. Let’s try it out first, but now it’s a little bit cold in my heart. It’s not that easy to do."

  Sister Song hahaha: "It might as well come to my side to participate."

   Of course, Zhao Dezhu is very sure about this side: "How is the investigation?"

  Dining aunty also called and asked: "Let’s go...it’s not so easy to convince a bunch of stubborn old people."

  Zhao Dezhu did not speak.

  Dining auntie looked at his expression: "Do you understand what I mean?"

Zhao Dezhu nodded: "When you want to do something different from others, there will always be some people who will hold you back, keep your voice safe, and be so unhappy? That's why I want to leave my hometown, even if I come to such a pheasant. Schools must find ways to change their own reasons."

  Sister Song patted his shoulder twice: "You can pat your **** and leave. I can only stand out from the crowd. After all, these people are my old helpers to this day."

  Standing in the elevator, she smiled and looked at Feng Xiaoting and Li Yuanyuan.

   seems to imply that his old helper is too good-looking.

  Zhao Dezhu Haha, pulled the collar of the long-sleeved POLO shirt a little bit, and motioned for the two girls to follow along, swinging their hands in their trouser pockets.

   unexpectedly stepped out of the style of a little boy.

  Besides, he is what he is.

  Sister Song still held back a few chuckles, and then followed out with a cold face.

  This floor seems to be a meeting room. It is a huge, spacious space to hold the curtains. Because there is a large projection screen hung, a lady in a red dress stands in front of the curtain and talks.

  On the screen is the rendering of the improved Fengzui Cliff complex.

   faintly, it is what later generations should look like.

  In fact, Zhao Dezhu has never seriously watched the small videos of a certain sound or a certain hand, and he can't tell what the details should be.

  But the expression was pretended, and he touched his chin as if he was listening in thought.

  You are only eighteen years old, and your acne hasn't grown well, so what a deep pretense.

  More than a dozen people at the conference table turned their heads and looked at him, but they didn't have a good face.

  Fortunately, the two girls did share a lot of firepower.

  Feng Xiaoting can calmly face the camera, besides, she has seen several scenes with Zhao Dezhu.

  Hold the folder tightly to put a high-cold professional face.

  Li Yuanyuan could only smile in her true colors. She walked in to see the dining aunt and found a place to sit by herself. She also pointed to an empty seat beside her, and quickly opened her chair to serve Zhao Dezhu.

  I feel that this young man is not worth billions of dollars in the start, so he is embarrassed to speak up.

  Even the woman in red stopped speaking and turned to look here.

  White face, exquisite hairstyle, good facial features but heavy makeup.

  At the age of less than 30, but wearing such a mature dress and heavy makeup, in the contact range of Zhao Dezhu's two generations, she will only be the queen of the night scene.

  And without much thinking, just connect with that red off-road vehicle.

  A bit of hidden wildness.

So he didn’t pay much attention. He heard Boss Song’s introduction: “This is a friend of Mr. Xia of Tianhu Real Estate. He suggested that we completely overthrow the old streetscape plan of the original Diaojiao Building and replace it with the current whole-building group of ancient buildings. I think it’s still acceptable to listen to the expert opinions of the real estate industry.”

  Old aunts can succeed, none of them are for nothing.

  Song Xiuqin's words, lightly used Xia's reputation and status to drive Zhao Dezhu to be a target, allowing herself to easily hide nearby and wait for the harvest.

  Sure enough, all the faces at the conference table were humiliated, and the kind of reaction that was not easy to say.

  Zhao Dezhu feels that he has a Dupont gold sand lighter in his hand at the moment, which highlights the momentum of a certain second generation.

  But now he doesn’t even smoke cigarettes and doesn’t have a disposable lighter, so he can only look at the screen with his legs tilted up: "Does anyone disagree with this plan?"

  The tone, attitude, and eyes are all reprinting Liang Jiahui's gloomy question, as if someone objected, he would be slapped onto the screen.

  It's a pity that she is not enough age. Even the accent of eastern Guangdong that is deliberately aggravated can't suppress the scene.

  Immediately at the conference table, a man in his fifties disdainfully said: "We are all against it, what do you want?"

  Li Yuanyuan was sitting in a chair outside, shaking her knees involuntarily, Feng Xiaoting quietly stretched her feet to step on, straightened her chest and scanned the audience silently.

  A month ago, she absolutely dared not do this. Anyone present was the boss, right?

  At this time, she just dared to cooperate with Zhao Dezhu's movements in front of her.

  Because Zhao Dezhu also slowly scanned the audience, and finally saw Boss Song: "Who is he?"

  As soon as the voice fell, the man exploded and slapped the desktop: "Pretend you are paralyzed, pretend, you don’t have any hairy hair, pretend to be a fart in front of Lao Tzu, you know a hammer!"

  Led by him, the people sitting around him also cursed: "Yes! What do you know at such a young age..."

   "It's not because of our parents that we have a good life, we are doing business with one hand and one foot."

   "I think it's better to serve well, I don't dress well..."

   "I really understand the hammer, and how much investment is needed to repair stilted buildings. How much is the investment in such a large building? You can give it."

  "Isn’t it good to cook meals carefully? I have to fix such flashy things, and I can’t cry after I’ve lost it!"

   "Still pretending to be like the real..."

  Fortunately, Zhao Dezhu's face didn't panic at all, and he even leaned back on the back of the chair to signal the secretary to communicate in a low voice.

  Don’t blame Zhao Dezhu.

  The other party used the Jiangzhou local language when he slapped the table and cursed. He can listen to it on weekdays, but if he speaks quickly, he will definitely catch the blind.

  Now listening to Feng Xiaoting translate it for him, the smell of fragrance makes his ears itchy, and there is no ignition.

  Li Yuanyuan may have been infected by these two, but she also performed super-level, got up and poured a glass of water for Zhao Dezhu!

  Song Xiuqin laughed. After Zhao Dezhu’s ears left the secretary’s mouth, he sat up straight and looked at her and gestured: "My ex-husband, over there is my ex-grandmother, my uncle, my..."

Anyway, they are relatives. Both husband and wife have them. Only a middle-aged man sitting between her and Zhao Dezhu is the marketing director. Well, the woman in red standing in front of the curtain is quite in Jiangzhou. Famous young designer.

  I am standing there looking at the business scolding a bit dazedly now.

Zhao Dezhu nodded a little and got up and walked to the curtain, indicating that the designer can step a little away: "You guys... I can see that there is a tens of millions of dollars in dividends every year, and he feels that this life is cool and crooked! Know what this thing means. ?"

  His fingers knocked on the curtain: "In the future, the entire Jiangzhou, Jiangzhou... will be famous for this, what else is called... called..."

  Fucking, it's as if the stool is all at the door, just can't get out!

  No culture!

  Zhao Dezhu knows there is a word to describe it, but he can’t tell it!

  It's a bit noisy below.

  Fortunately, the designer who was prompted by him to move away, silently stood on the opposite side and whispered: "Landmark-style building."

  Zhao Dezhu smiled, pointed at her disdainfully, and asked everyone present: "Have you seen it? She understands it!"

  Xi Lianying, who graduated from the Singapore National School of Architecture and won several youth awards, looked up sharply, huh?

  Why don't you hear this right?

   Especially compared her with such a group of township entrepreneurs.

  I have the highest level of education in the presence of me, okay?

  (End of this chapter)