Chapter 1105

Zhang Ke came out of the bathroom and went to the hall to talk to Miss Cheng of China Unicom. Two young people in Indigo suits and shaved heads came over. One of them put his hand on Zhang Ke's shoulder and looked at him: "brother, do you know whose woman you just flirted with?"

"Have you misunderstood," Ms. Cheng of Unicom explained to Zhang Ke, "we just didn't touch Miss Song in the corridor. We have apologized. What else do you want?"

"Then please come with us. What's the matter? Did Miss Song accept your apology? You don't count, we don't count..." the young suit glanced at Miss Unicom Cheng's face. His voice was very flat, but he couldn't refuse. His hand was still on Zhang Ke's shoulder and didn't take it back.

"Why should I go with you?" Ms. Cheng of Unicom said sternly. She was worried that she and Zhang Ke would suffer a loss when they walked into someone's box. She picked up the mobile phone hanging on her chest, took it down, turned it on and prepared to make a phone call.

"We are all civilized people," said the young man with a flat head in a suit next to us, grabbing the mobile phone in Miss Unicom's hand. "We're just asking you to come with us. At least now we still want to be civilized people. I'll call you later..."

"Brother, do you know whose shoulder you put your hand on?"

The two entourages of Jinhu, one left and one right, clamped the young man with a flat head suit with his hand on Zhang Ke's shoulder, grabbed his wrist, forcibly forced him to release his hand, and asked Zhang Ke with concern, "is Mr. Zhang okay?" another two grabbed another young man with flat head from behind, broke his fingers outward, took down the mobile phone and returned it to Miss Cheng.

"What happened?" Yao Jian came over and asked with concern. If Zhang Ke made any unhappiness in Beijing, it would be his dereliction of duty.

"It's nothing, there's some misunderstanding," Zhang Ke said, waving to the entourage to let go of the two young men in suits and flat heads. Where are we going with you

Looking at the large number of people here, the arrogance of the two flat headed young people in suits weakened and said: "you said it was a misunderstanding, then go to the box over there and explain the misunderstanding with Miss Song..." there was no arrogance that people would be dragged away by a word of discord just now.

Zhang Ke looked at Xiao Ruimin's assistant to enter the box and motioned him not to use such a small matter to affect the people in the box to talk about things. He followed the two suits and looked at the box in the diagonal corridor of the hall. Zhang Ke didn't let the entourage follow in, nor did he fight on the scene. He thought that Miss Cheng of China Unicom would go in and clarify the misunderstanding.

It is a large luxury box with a small dance floor and an entertainment stage. There are more than a dozen men and women sitting in a circle of black leather sofas. Song Wanpei is standing on the entertainment stage with a microphone. She is preparing to sing. She looks a little sad when two bodyguards bring in Miss Cheng of Zhang Ke and Unicom, as if she is covered with ice and frost in an instant.

When Zhang Ke and his entourage entered the box, they still stretched out their feet to block the box door, so that the door could not be closed tightly. They didn't follow in, but they should pay attention to the dynamics in the box at any time.

A young man in a suit with a flat head guarded the door. Another young man in a suit with a flat head walked over to the young man who was almost twenty-eight years old sitting in the middle of the black leather sofa, bowed his head and whispered in his ear for a while, probably reporting what had happened in the hall just now.

"I'm really sorry for what happened just now, Miss Song. If Miss Song thinks I'm not sincere enough to apologize, I'll come and say sorry to miss song again! I hope Miss Song doesn't have other misunderstandings." Zhang Ke ignored the young man sitting in the middle of the sofa and said to song Wanpei who came down from the stage, Seeing that she would not be ugly even if she stretched her face, I thought she was naturally beautiful, cold and beautiful, and more amorous.

"It's hard to rely on the large number of people, isn't it? Some bad money will come to Beijing to show off? Do you believe I'll call a company from the garrison headquarters to practice you alone?" the man put the wine glass heavily on the table, "If the woman around you let me bump my elbow, even if you apologize. You say it's a misunderstanding, it's a misunderstanding. Who are you? You have evidence that you didn't mean it?"

"..." Zhang Ke ignored the young man who stood up from the sofa, calmly looked at Song Wanpei and asked, "how can I apologize to make Miss Song satisfied?"

"Bah!" seeing that Zhang Ke was not looking at him from beginning to end, the young man was angry. He picked up the wine glass he had put on the table, spit in it, handed it to song Wanpei and said, "Wanpei, let him drink this glass of wine even if it's finished! Your * * can't be touched for nothing."

Zhang Ke's eyes narrowed and stared at Song Wanpei. Seeing that her eyebrows were slightly frowned, he thought that even if she had the bearing of some stars, most of her would succumb to the youth's power. It should not be good today. Yao Jian came in from the door at this time and whispered a few words in his ear. Zhang Ke looked at the youth with a slight frown and asked, "are you Cheng Jinjie's son?"

"What's the matter? You're still playing the game of injustice and debt. I can't change my name or change my surname. If you come to the capital, you should also ask me if Cheng Qiang is the Lord who flirts with people and can't bear to swallow his anger!" the young man raised his eyebrows dismissively. He doesn't know the crown prince party in the capital, and he doesn't pay attention to the local * * or rich young master.

Yao Jian took out his mobile phone, dialed there and handed it to Zhang Ke in a moment.

Zhang Ke first frowned and looked at the mobile phone. When he heard the voice from the other end of the mobile phone, he pasted the mobile phone to his ear and said, "director Cheng Jinjie, isn't it? I'm Zhang Ke. Don't be surprised. Your son Cheng Qiang is holding a glass of red wine with which he spit. I asked director Cheng whether I should drink it or not!"

Cheng Jinjie, deputy director of the planning and Development Commission, won over Ge Jiande, Yan Wenjie and others and tried every means to create obstacles when Jinhu applied to the State Council for large-scale projects. Although everyone had not torn their face in the open, they actually wanted to have the opportunity to pit each other.

Zhang Ke didn't bother to talk to Cheng Jinjie on the phone. He hung up the phone and returned his mobile phone to Yao Jian.

At this time, the four entourages guarding the door of Jinhu all entered the box and kept silent at the door. The men and women in the box made some big things, especially Zhang Ke's tone of calling Cheng Jinjie was very impolite, which made them feel a little confused.

Cheng Qiang giggled and wanted to expose the bluff fake leather bag in front of him. At this time, the mobile phone he put on the black mirror glass suddenly rang. The person sitting beside stood up and handed him the mobile phone. When he saw that his father's mobile phone number was displayed on the mobile phone, his heart sank.

Although Cheng Jinjie won over Yan Wenjie, Lin Xue and Ge Jiande, made it convenient to invest in projects such as Huaxia electronics, Hongxin investment and Haisu technology, and did some small tricks in Jinhu projects from time to time, he still didn't want to offend Jinhu directly, let alone tear his face with Jinhu.

Don't talk about his son. Even if he borrowed his courage, he didn't dare to force Zhang Ke to drink the red wine of spitting. If you don't hit people in the face, it means pinching them to death. Jinhu iron is determined to bring down his deputy ministerial level. Cheng Jinjie worries that he will really become a victim of political struggle. Others don't know how strong Jinhu is. Cheng Jinjie is not confused.

The music in the box stopped. The men and women in the box didn't know how serious the consequences were. They all held their breath and heard a needle drop on the ground. Although Cheng Qiang pressed the listening hole of his mobile phone close to his ears, everyone could still vaguely hear Cheng Jinjie's roar on the phone. Looking at Cheng Qiang's white face, we knew that he had been badly trained.

"Let's go..." Cheng Qiang's face was so blue that he didn't dare to face Zhang Ke. He wanted to leave this place of right and wrong with the men and women in the box and the big star song Wanpei.

"Stop!" Zhang Ke said in a deep voice, slowly turned around, stared at Cheng Qiang and said, "if you want to go, others haven't had enough fun; in addition, I already know you're not the Lord of holding your breath, but please drink your wine before you go!"

The entourage of Jinhu blocked the door, and the atmosphere in the box was instantly dignified to the extreme. The men and women who took clothes and bags to go were frozen there. If they wanted to stand or sit, they looked at Cheng Qiang and worried that if he couldn't swallow it, it was none of their business to sit on the wall or rush up? The other party can call Cheng Jinjie impolitely. Cheng Qiang forced others to drink the wine of spitting. Didn't he ask for his humiliation? Everyone decided to treat it as if they didn't see anything later.

Song Wanpei just felt depressed and complained to Cheng Qiang when she returned to the box. Even if Cheng Qiang wanted to be strong for her, she thought that few young people who came in to play at a young age were good things anyway. She was willing to see their dogs bite their dogs and make any disputes here. She was not afraid to let the gossip media know. Where did she think things would turn out like this! Seeing that Cheng Qiang's face was livid and his hands were clenched into fists and still trembling slightly, he thought that he was afraid of a big fight that could not be controlled. The young man who claimed to be Zhang Ke was surprisingly calm. Under the light of the box, he looked clear and clear with slightly brown eyes, stared at Cheng Qiang coldly, and glanced at other people sitting on the sofa in his spare time, I don't seem to worry at all about Cheng Qiang's outbreak.

Looking at Cheng Qiang standing with the young man who claims to be Zhang Ke, song Wanpei has to admit that there are great differences between people. Even Cheng Qiang is very handsome, but compared with the young man who claims to be Zhang Ke, he lacks the temperament of being calm and astringent at ordinary times. Once publicized, he will intimidate people.

Cheng Qiang picked up the red wine glass with white phlegm floating on the table and drank it. Then he fell the glass into the corner. The splashed glass slag frightened the men and women sitting on the sofa in the box. He no longer said "let's go..." in a huff. He picked up the coat on the sofa and turned away without saying a word, The two young men with flat heads in suits also left with disheartened faces.

Zhang Ke looked at the glass fragments splashed in the middle of the box, smiled at Miss Cheng of China Unicom and said, "that's all he has. If he dares to hit the glass and wine in my face, I really don't care about him!"

China Unicom's Miss Cheng squeezed out some smiles on her face. She knew Zhang Ke's identity. Just now she was listening to Zhang Ke's guidance in the box, but in her heart, Zhang Ke was so young and had such wealth. It was too lucky. She had no special respect for Zhang Ke in her heart. At this time, watching Zhang Ke teach Cheng Qiang, the son of Cheng Jinjie, deputy director of the planning and Development Commission, how much do you think that he has such wealth when he is so young, perhaps not simply because of luck, especially when Cheng Qiang is about to attack, Zhang Ke gives people a feeling of special dependence.

Such a person may not be moved by ordinary beautiful women, right?

Looking at the men and women in the box looking like cicadas, Zhang Kexiang smiled. He looked at Cheng Qiang's seat and a glass of red wine. He came over, picked it up, stared at Song Wanpei and said, "Miss Song supports me to admit my mistake and apologize. Then I drink this glass of wine as an apology..." looking at the faint lipstick print on the red wine glass, there is a faint fragrance of women, He slightly turned the glass aside, drank the red wine in his arms, and asked, "I don't know which agency contract Miss Song has?"

Song Wanpei calmed Zhang Ke's momentum. She didn't know how to respond. Next to her, a middle-aged man with obscene front teeth stood up and wanted to hand over his business card: "Miss Song is the pillar of our Xinghui entertainment, my younger brother song Zuyu..."

"Xinghui entertainment, I haven't heard much of it," Zhang Ke repeated softly, but his hand was slightly pinned behind him. He didn't mean to take the business card. He turned back and told Yao Jian, "go to the boss of Xinghui entertainment and ask him how much he wants to sell the company to me. I want miss song to enjoy the pleasure of forcing the boss to bow his head and admit his mistake!"

After Zhang Ke said this, he turned and walked out of the box. Song Zuyu whispered behind his back: "I'm also the boss of Xinghui entertainment!"

Zhang Ke walked back to their box. Chen Xinsheng, Yang Rongping and Xiao Ruimin were there to discuss the details of the plan. Their heads came together. The general manager of China Unicom Beijing Branch was there to help them carry tea and water. They didn't know what had happened. Looking at Zhang Ke and them coming in, Yang Rongping smiled and asked, "how about our Xiaocheng's dancing posture? Is it worth compensating her for a pair of high heels?"

Zhang Ke smiled faintly and said, "Miss Cheng's dancing is really charming..." sat down with Chen Xinsheng and asked them how they were talking.

Miss Unicom Cheng sat next to Yang Rongping and whispered to him what had just happened. Yang Rongping was slightly moved and asked Zhang Ke with concern: "is there anything?"

Zhang Ke narrowed his eyes and smiled and said, "there's nothing wrong. Clowns can meet them anytime and anywhere. Sometimes they just feel a little troublesome."

Yang Rongping also smiled and said, "as long as your interest is not bad, the advertisement here in Beijing Branch is to ask the female star to speak for it. Just find an excuse to remove it another day..."

It is said that businessmen do not fight with officials, but this truth can only be said in a broad sense. Even if China Mobile and even China Unicom can suppress Jinhu in the market, because China Mobile and China Unicom represent state-owned interests. Jinhu is private, but the situation is completely different for individuals. Cheng Jinjie's power comes from his position. When he has personal thoughts and grievances, he can only represent himself; Zhang Ke and Jinhu are inseparable from each other, but once he breaks his face, Zhang Ke uses the influence behind Jinhu to kick Cheng Jinjie out of his seat. At that time, Cheng Jinjie will be bullshit, and his son will be bullshit. Pinching round and pinching flat depends on them. Although Cheng Jinjie can give Jinhu some stumbling blocks from time to time, it has completely exceeded Cheng Jinjie's personal ability to completely knock down Jinhu.

"Business belongs to business," said Zhang Ke with a smile. "We'd better continue to talk about business..."

Zhang Ke's plan really moves Yang Rongping. If he wants to go further, he must have a justifiable performance.

Or they tend to rely on Jinhu in an all-round way and take the advantages of Jinhu in mobile phone chips as their own; Or share Jinhu's cost advantage on mobile phone chips with mobile and continue to struggle with mobile.

In fact, China Unicom doesn't even have to cooperate directly with Jinhu. Jinhu promised not to directly produce ess baseboard mobile phones within two years. China Unicom will customize mobile phones and can only cooperate with Lianxin and other mobile phone manufacturers who have obtained the supply of Jinhu ess baseboard. Although it is a cover up, it can actually alleviate the pressure of China Unicom. Some people in the Ministry of information industry and China Unicom naturally dislike Jinhu. These people want to cut off the roots of private enterprises. In their eyes, private enterprises are synonymous with tax evasion and exploitation of labor, but they don't know who connives at tax evasion of private enterprises and who connives at the exploitation of labor by private enterprises.

"Dong Dong Dong..." there was a knock at the door. Yao Jian pushed the door and came in. Through the crack of the door, he saw the obscene front tooth man who claimed to be song Zuyu and the natural beauty song Wanpei standing outside the door.

"Song Zuyu is the second boss of Xinghui. He and song Wanpei want to come and apologize..." Yao Jian came over and said to Zhang Ke.

"Let them come in and talk..." Zhang Ke said.

"Zhang..." song Zuyu and song Wanpei came in and just wanted to say a few words to Zhang Ke, they saw the boss of China Unicom Beijing Branch present, "President Gong is here to receive distinguished guests? Mr. Zhang is a VIP of President Gong. It's really a flood that washed the Dragon King temple. The family didn't recognize the family. There were some small misunderstandings just now. President Gong asked his younger brother to say a few more nice words. We're all wrong. We recognize the fight and punishment. I just hope this Mr. Zhang can calm down..." he smiled at Zhang Ke again, "It's said that Mr. Zhang likes dancing. Why don't wan Pei dance with Mr. Zhang? It's an apology?"

"Mr. Zhang doesn't care about villains..." song Wanpei said softly with a low eyebrow.

There were pencils and notes on the table. Zhang Ke wrote a note, pushed it to the front corner of the table, looked at Song Wanpei and said, "this is my temporary residence in Beijing. Miss Song really wants to apologize. Just come alone tomorrow to apologize..."

Miss Cheng of China Unicom was shocked: isn't this asking song Wanpei to die tomorrow? He was indifferent to beauty. It seemed that he was just a little tricky.

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