C112 In the gully

This week, Zywane followed them for most of the day to the construction site. With a car, it was much more convenient to drive around the mountain. They would arrive in a short while.

Aside from wandering along the mountain valleys and streams, he was also strolling around the nearby ancient villages. Feeling the strong easterly atmosphere, his mind was constantly thinking about the inspiration for this plan.

Sometimes, they would also help them become helpers, stick in a stick, and move some things. Xiao Ming and the rest normally came back at night, but Xiao Guo brought them back in his car. Zywane would not stay at the construction site for an entire day. He would often walk through the Dragon Pool Scenic Area to return to the company during the afternoon or during the afternoon. After a few rounds, Zywane felt that his footsteps had become lighter and braver. There was nothing to be afraid of anymore. At the same time, he felt that he was exercising his body.

Xiao Guo would normally send his people to the construction site in the morning and fetch them back in the afternoon. Brother Guo was a hardworking man. He could never get away no matter where he went. He had work to do here. He helped to clean up the place for a while, which made everyone like him. Zywane was secretly happy.

The internet had yet to be opened, this was a sealed off place.

Zywane wandered around the scene during the day, organized his documents, and began writing down plans during the night.

The office was cold at night, and Zywane, wrapped in his army coat, often worked until 12 o'clock.

Sometimes, Yu Lin would play in the office for a while, and when he was cold, he would go up.

Gu Xiaohua would sometimes work overtime at the office and stay the night, but she would mostly stay with the Zheng General.

Zywane liked to drive around at night. At night, he would write something with great inspiration and no one would disturb him.

Zywane's plan was a large-scale comprehensive one. It covered a wide range of topics, including the total number of points, strategy, tactics, as well as both the comprehensive and the specific ones. It was much bigger than the marketing plan he had done in Zhongtian.

Zywane used to be the minister of publicity for the student union when he was in university, and he was also a reporter for the school newspaper. Zywane was also a reporter for the school newspaper when he was in university, and he used to be a reporter for the school newspaper.

Writing was a difficult task, not just typing. The key was to consume a lot of brain cells to comb through, think, and organize the chapters.

For example, if I were to write < < The Beauty chairman's Words > > right now, let's not talk about its level. Because I want to be more refined, I have to exhaust my brain. After writing this book, I feel like I have squandered all the knowledge and ideas I have accumulated over the years.

I am, Zywane thought. Because this is my first time working out a plan for my new boss, I am very focused on it and am trying very hard to produce the best quality product.

Zywane is very similar to me in this respect. A lot of the thoughts in Zywane's head are my own.

Zywane often wrote furiously in his office in the dead of night, not with a pen but by tapping on the keyboard.

The night in the mountain village was very dark, very quiet, very cold. It was so quiet that one could only hear the sound of the keyboard, the sound of his colleagues snoring in the attic, and the occasional barking.

When he couldn't keep his hands straight, Zywane would stop and go to sleep.

After dinner, Zywane heated up the electric blanket. When he got into bed, it was very warm and comfortable inside.

Lying under the warm blanket with the cold and damp air on his face, Zywane felt extremely happy.

Sometimes happiness is really simple. At this moment, Zywane feels that the greatest happiness in life is warmth.

As he lay in bed, Zywane would filter through the events of the day, comb through the plans he had written for the day, and then consider the plans and writing arrangements for the next day. He would fall asleep just thinking about it.

Zywane slept the last of the night. Naturally, he did not look at the crack in the wall. Even though the lights were turned off, he could not see anything.

Wang Yan had been maintaining contact with him via text frequently, and during these few days, Wang Yan's side had already prepared. Ha Ersen had already started busying himself and entered into his role. Wang Yan frequently went to play at Chen Yao's place when she had nothing to do. She liked Chen Yao a lot, and since she was envious and worshipped him, she had almost become Chen Yao's fan.

Zywane did not object to Wang Yan getting close to Chen Yao. He felt that Chen Yao was a good person, not only did she have the ability and ability, he also felt that she had a good character. She was kind, friendly, passionate and sincere.

If Chen Yao did something else, Zywane would really not be at ease as he felt that he would harm Wang Yan. Somehow, Zywane had a kind of good impression of Chen Yao. This good impression contained a lot of emotions, such as warmth, respect, respect, friendship, admiration …

He Ying would occasionally send a message over, wondering how the battle between her and Old Gao was going. Thinking of He Ying, Zywane felt that she was very dirty and in a sorry state. He felt that what he had done was too disgraceful, provoking a huge mess of sh * t, causing him to be unable to clean his butt.

No matter how determined he was, once he saw He Ying's appearance, he felt pity and guilt, and his heart immediately softened.

Ai, why was he always softhearted?

Perhaps he was too kind, and kindness would become one of his strengths, and very likely also become his fatal weakness.

Today was Thursday, and tomorrow was Friday. Zywane would be able to return to Haizhou very soon and see the bright lights of the city.

After lunch, a few people sat in the office and chatted. Zywane sat there reading a book.

Zhang Wei was able to get a general idea of what they were talking about, but he grew annoyed after listening to them for a while. They talked like they were talking in Japanese, but the most important thing was that they sounded like a quarrel. Zywane could not think of such an unpleasant dialect in China. It was excruciating, but he still had to endure it.

Zhang Wei read books as he texted to Wang Yan.

Wang Yan went to's place to play yesterday. Every time she went to Chen Yao's place, she would give him a small surprise. Today, there would be a flower, tomorrow, there would be a brooch, and the day after that.

Zywane told Wang Yan not to keep asking for other people's things. It was not good to owe others something like that.

Wang Yan said that every time she went there, she would bring some fruits for Chen Yao. She said that Chen Yao liked to eat fruits the most, so she did not take them for free.

Wang Yan had just come back from a business trip, she said that during dinner time, sshe said that Chen Yao wanted to develop a rural village s pleasure tourism project in the north, that he wanted to find a mountain village in the north to experience her life during the Spring Festival, so that she could execute this plan after the Spring Festival.

Zhang Wei's heart skipped a beat. His hometown's mountain was a purely northern mountain area, the old house, the old mill, and the big stone grinder at the village entrance were all kept by the people of the north, the river's ice must be a foot thick, it was very comfortable to skate ice, and at this time, his home was already covered in snow. It would only thaw in spring next year, but it was very suitable for Chen Yao.

But thinking about it, China is so big, the north is so big, there are more suitable places, who knows where they will choose, it's better not to worry about that.

Just as he was thinking about this, Zheng General came over and placed a document on top of Zywane's table: "Xiao Zhang, this is a marketing region proxy contract that we signed with Zhong Tian previously. Both of us have already signed it, but Zhong Tian's boss has recently complained and said that we should reconsider.

Actually, it's just a matter of the rate and price. I want to calculate this figure based on two things, one is that our personal interests are guaranteed, and the other is the general price and rules of our peers. If you combine the two, you can make a comprehensive budget.

The wolves had finally arrived. There was no way to avoid them.

Zywane looked at Zheng General's eyes and pondered over his words, trying to understand the true meaning behind his words.

Zywane took it and looked at it, then turned to Zheng General and said, "You are talking about our own interests, do you have a rough estimate of how far we should go with this number? "How much is it suitable to drop?"

Zheng General smiled: "I don't know, you handle it."

Zhang Wei nodded, "Ok, when do you want it?"

Zheng General: "Next Monday."

Zywane thought for a bit, then went back to ask San Ren about it at the weekend. Hehe, your Old Zheng wants to test me, and also wants to test me. Of course, this answer was best to satisfy Gao Gao as well.

Zywane knew that although the Old Zheng might not necessarily use the result of the agreement, it would definitely serve as the basis for the negotiations between Old Zheng and Old Gao.

Zywane felt a heavy burden on his shoulders.

"Also, make sure to keep this a secret. Other than you and me, Yu Qin, don't let anyone else in the company know about this." Zheng General's voice dropped a little.

Zywane nodded, "Understood."

This matter was indeed very important. It was a trade secret.

Zywane kept the agreement in his drawer.

Right at this moment, Yu Qin received a call, then said to Zheng General: "Grandfather is lost again, let's go take a look, Yu Lin, Mr. Guo will go together."

Then, the group hurriedly left.

After dinner, Mr. Guo was not back yet.

Xiao Ming also went over, and they went to look for Yu Qin's grandfather.

The weather is so cold, the old man in his 80s, and the Alzheimer's disease, where has it gone?

After the meal, Ling Ling, Wu Jie, Zhang Wei, Old Luo Little Tong and the others continued to discuss with each other.

Night had fallen, and the sky had turned dark. Fragments of snow had begun to fall outside, and the cold wind was growing stronger and stronger.

Ling Ling could no longer hold it in, she called Yu Qin, and asked if he could help.

Yu Qin said that she did not need to, the family, his company's Xiao Guo and Xiao Ming all went their way up the mountain. The other people in the company were not familiar with the terrain, so they did not need to come.

Since the Lady Boss had matters to attend to at home, no one was sleepy and it would be embarrassing for them to go to bed. Thus, they stayed up like this.

At 10 o'clock in the evening, Xiao Guo and Xiao Ming finally returned. Their hair was messy and their faces were covered in mud.

At the same time, she brought back bad news. The Lady Boss's grandfather had hanged himself on the mountain.

Everyone was astonished. How could this be?