Chapter 380: What is a Merchant?
After returning from Baisong City, Chu Yang had a feeling of anxiety and fear. It might be because he had done something bad. Sometimes he felt guilty when Zhiying called him. It was very uncomfortable for a married man to cheat on his wife.
Therefore, Chu Yang could only devote all his time and energy to the construction of the distribution network. To be honest, Chu Yang was more serious than ever before. Every day, he went to the site with the driver, Xiao Song and the design unit to gain an in-depth understanding of the specific conditions of the lines in the following towns and provide accurate data for the line reconstruction in the mountainous areas.
Of course, during this period, Chu Yang also took the time to accompany you and visited many people's homes, and truly felt their true feelings about the Aiguo Power Company. In fact, they are all very simple villagers, and their requirements are not high. They just hope that there will be fewer power outages, the voltage can be used for cooking, and the power outage should not exceed one day.
Chu Yang went to every household, and the people were very enthusiastic. They took out their own food to entertain him, including sweet potatoes, mochi, cassava, potatoes, and everything else.
Seeing their friendly smiles made Chu Yang more determined to build a stable power grid for them. The directors of the power supply stations were also touched by Chu Yang's pragmatic leadership.
Or maybe it was the first time they met a vice president like Chu Yang, and it always felt unreal.
The last day up the mountain.
The work is not done yet.
The journey is long.
Chu Yang was squatting in the field eating lunch with his colleagues. Xiao Song saw it and quickly took a photo.
Chu Yang said: "Xiao Song, don't take pictures of me, take pictures of our comrades as well, they are our main force."
Xiao Qin, deputy director of Tianluoshan Institute, sighed: "Boss Chu, I don't respect anyone, but I really have to admire you. You are the most people-friendly and hardworking leader I have ever seen. How could other leaders squat in the fields and eat with us?"
Chu Yang smiled and said, "Xiao Qin, I'm not made of any special material, so why can't I squat here and eat with you guys?"
The others had tears in their eyes.
These days, Xiao Song continued to post his visits to the company portal. After his guidance, Xiao Song's press releases were much better than before. Although Chu Yang didn't want to put on a show, some positive publicity was still necessary.
No one wants to be an unknown person.
Doing good deeds without leaving a name is a good virtue, but only by daring to publicize good people and good deeds can we make this society more harmonious and beautiful.
Tonight, Mr. Yang, the smiling tiger, asked me out for dinner again.
Chu Yang was still on good terms with him on the surface, so he had no choice but to keep the appointment on time.
When I got there, I found out that it was still Mr. Meng Meng who treated us, and of course there was also his secretary with a really round butt and chest like a basketball. Her name seemed to be Wang Hui, but Chu Yang also heard that this woman was not just a secretary, she also opened her own company.
This time they didn't go to a nightclub, but went directly to Mr. Meng's villa to have dinner.
The car arrived at the door.
Mr. Meng was quite sensible. He and Wang Hui stood at the door to greet us.
Chu Yang and Yang Mingyang got out of the car. Meng Meng came over and made a gesture of invitation to Mr. Yang, saying, "Welcome Mr. Yang and Mr. Chu to my humble abode for a simple meal."
Mr. Yang looked around and said jokingly, "Mr. Meng, you are being too modest. Your home is just a humble abode, but our homes are just chicken coops."
Mr. Meng said, "Haha, Mr. Yang, that's over. By the way, next month, I'm planning to build another real estate project in Shaoyang. Do you want me to reserve a villa for you?"
This guy also has a real estate business, it's really big.
Damn it, why is such a person so rich?
The doorway was covered with a scarlet carpet, and the floor-to-ceiling windows in front were hung with dark gold woven curtains. When you walk in, you'll see that the dining table and chairs are all made of dark red carved mahogany, with a natural marble plate in the middle of the dining table.
The more I watch, the more infuriating it becomes.
Meng Meng first asked General Manager Yang to sit down, then motioned Wang Hui to sit on General Manager Yang's right, and he sat on his left, and then invited Chu Yang and several other small bosses to take their seats.
There's something.
Meng Meng asked, "What kind of wine do you want to drink? I don't have much stock left."
Mr. Yang said, "It doesn't matter to me. You guys can do whatever you want."
Meng Meng asked Chu Yang again.
Chu Yang knew that he would have to drink, so he said, "Let's have something milder. I've had diarrhea these past few days."
Meng Meng said, "How about drinking some wine?"
Everyone agreed, so Wang Hui stood up and took two bottles of Remy Martin.
After a while, the dishes came up. Mr. Yang ate a few pieces and felt familiar with them, so he asked, "This dish looks very familiar. It seems to be from Fuguilou."
Mr. Meng laughed and said , "Haha, that's right, Mr. Yang is knowledgeable. I know you like to eat at Fuguilou, so I specially invited their chef to come to my house to cook a meal."
Mr. Yang smiled and said, “This must have cost a lot.”
Mr. Meng: “Not worth mentioning.”
Mr. Yang asked Chu Yang again: "Chu Yang, what do you think of this dish?"
Chu Yang actually thought it was pretty good. After all, it was a master-level craftsmanship, but he still said calmly: "Not bad, but there are too many fish and meat, which makes it taste greasy. It would be better if there were more vegetables."
Meng Meng said with a sigh: "Boss Chu is right. There really aren't any green vegetables today. I forgot that everyone is usually tired of eating big fish and meat. It's my fault for not entertaining you well."
Chu Yang didn't know what he meant, so he said self-deprecatingly: "This may be my personal taste."
I've had enough to eat and drink.
Mr. Meng suggested playing mahjong.
Mr. Yang naturally said it was great, but there were five people and one more person, so Chu Yang took the initiative to ask to watch the game.
Mr. Yang said, "I'll play for a while and let Chu Yang play."
Soon the game started. Mr. Yang had good luck and won several times in a row. They played with bets of one or two hundred, so Mr. Yang won five or six thousand yuan in one go. Damn, this is simply giving away money.
However, Mr. Yang didn't seem to be interested. After playing the fifth hand and winning another 1,600 yuan, he stood up and said, "Chu Yang, you come and play. I'm very sleepy after dinner and I need to go upstairs to rest."
Mr. Meng immediately stood up and said, "Okay, Xiaohui, you go upstairs with Mr. Yang to rest for a while."
When Wang Hui heard this, she seemed to be fertilized, her face turned red and white, but she still gritted her teeth and said, "Boss Yang, let me help you up."
So the two of them went.
Chu Yang felt something was wrong, but he had already been pulled down to play mahjong.
Chu Yang’s level was very poor, but he kept winning, and he won more than 10,000 in one go. It was as easy as picking up money. Are these people using this trick to give away money?
After a while, Chu Yang didn't want to play anymore, so he asked, "It's almost time, I have to go back."
President Meng looked upstairs meaningfully and said, "President Chu, play for a while. President Yang hasn't woken up yet."
Chu Yang thought to himself, you are quite a troublemaker.
Another half hour passed.
"Who won?"
Suddenly, Wang Hui appeared at the card table, her face flushed, her hair freshly combed and not dry yet, probably because she had just taken a shower. She pretended as if nothing had happened, but everyone could see that the fight just now was very intense.
Everyone answered vaguely, saying that Chu Yang had good luck.
She glanced at Chu Yang and lowered her head embarrassedly.
hehe.
After a while, Mr. Yang came downstairs with a rosy face, but he seemed to be walking a little unsteadily.
"Mr. Yang, did you have a good rest?" asked Mr. Meng.
Mr. Yang touched his waist and said, "It's okay, but your bed is too soft and my waist hurts when I sleep on it."
Mr. Meng smiled and said, "Haha, yes, I'll change a hard bed for you some other day."
Damn it, it took so long.
Can you stop having back pain?
But with such a big fuss today, I guess he has some other purpose.
