Chapter 493 A Small Glass of Wine Is Disrespectful (9/12)

Chapter 493 A small glass of wine is disrespectful (912)

Zhou Xiangan just introduced Zhuang Buyuan to many people, so almost half of the people in the venue knew who Zhuang Buyuan was.

At that time, they were all glancing at Mr. Feng intentionally or unintentionally.

Business competition between different companies is very common, but for someone like Zhuang Buyuan to defeat the strong with the small and the weak - at least in the eyes of others - and yet let his opponent lose so miserably, it's really not much.

When they saw Zhou Xiangan introducing the two parties, some people felt that it was going to explode!

Come and watch the show, watch the show!

Regardless of human status or achievements, the feeling of enjoying gossip is the same.

Because before humans evolved into humans, they were already keen on gossip.

Who would have thought that Zhou Xiangan tactfully stopped talking and did not say Zhuang Buyuan's name!

"This is my nephew, bringing these young people to see the world."

Everyone sighed in disappointment and happiness.

As expected, Mr. Feng didn't know Zhuang Buyuan. He shook hands with Zhuang Buyuan, then shook his head at Zhou Xiang'an and said, "Old Zhou, it's hard to get in through your door!"

There was a complaining tone, which made Zhou Xiangan helpless.

"I think back then, when you wanted to dig the Huanshan Tunnel, you consulted me for my opinion. It can be said that without my few words, there would not have been your Huanshan Tunnel." Mr. Feng said, "I don't want to miss the old feelings. Our Zhoujian Group is ranked first in the state in terms of asset size and technical strength. Such an enterprise cannot compete with a small company with assets of only a few hundred million. I don’t believe you if you say you don’t have any inside information.”

In terms of age, both of them are about to retire and are about the same age.

In terms of level, Mr. Feng is actually higher than Zhou Xiangan, and the two have had friendship before.

When Mr. Feng said this, Zhou Xiangan could only smile and say nothing.

"Old Zhou, tell me the truth. What is the origin of that village not far away? I am convinced that I have lost." Mr. Feng lowered his voice and asked.

"Just an ordinary person." Zhou Xiang'an said helplessly, how do I know who this person is?

"You don't say so, right?" Mr. Feng shook his head, sighed, and said: "Back then, we all relied on our own abilities to conquer the world, but now it's better, the world is dominated by these second-generation ancestors, Lao Zhou, Lao Zhou, The Huanshan Tunnel is a century-old plan! Aren’t you afraid that someone will poke your spine after you die?”

Then he looked up to the sky and sighed: "There are no heroes to make Shuzi famous!"

Zhuang Buyuan was just a little apologetic to Mr. Feng, but now he was a little annoyed.

If you co-authored the project, it was right. If someone else got it, does that mean they have inside information?

Who do you think is the arrogant person?

I make a living based on my ability, why do you have to point fingers?

Zhou Xiang'an squeezed his hand and told him to endure it and stop talking. Zhuang Buyuan endured it.

Who would have thought that Mr. Feng would still be dissatisfied.

"If nothing else, let this young man make the assessment." Mr. Feng pointed at Zhuang Buyuan and said, "You have a large project worth tens of billions. There are two companies, one with assets of hundreds of billions, and the other with assets of only a few hundred million. One company is a time-honored brand in the industry, with strong soldiers and horses, and numerous achievements; the other company needs technology but no skills, and no one, and even the boss is a young man with no hair on his head. Who would you believe?"

"I believe in myself." Zhuang Buyuan smiled slightly, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Young man, don't you think young people today are too confident?"

"Mr. Feng, do you want to know more about information asymmetry? How do you know that someone without technology has no one?"

Not to mention, how do you know that someone’s hair is not fully grown? Have you seen it? It will scare you to death!

"There is a saying that goes well, if you don't listen to the old people, you will suffer the consequences. Young people, you have an unacceptable attitude."

"There is also a saying that goes like this: The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves in front, and the waves in front die on the beach."

"How are you talking? Do young people know how to be polite?" After half a sentence, Mr. Feng glared and said to Zhou Xiang'an: "Look, look, young people nowadays are all in a row. There is no sense of awe at all! How do you educate the younger generation?"

Awe?

Zhuang Buyuan admired Xu Nianwu very much. A vice president was so powerful. In Zhuang Buyuan's heart, Mr. Feng must be a more powerful person.

But now, he found that he was thinking too much.

"Lao Zhou, construction in a place like Huanshan is so difficult. When something happens in the future and you are held accountable, you will know that I have a good advice now..."

Mr. Feng and Zhuang Buyuan didn't talk to each other for more than half a sentence, then turned around and walked away.

No fight?

There really wasn't a fight?

Those who were waiting to see the show were disappointed.

"Brother Zhuangzhu, Brother Zhuangzhu!" Zhuang Buyuan also felt bored. When he was about to leave, he heard someone calling him.

"Hey, how many of you are there?" Zhuang Buyuan turned around and saw Gao Qing and other boys waving to him in the corner, "Why are you here?"

"My dad said he would bring me here to see the world..." Gao Qing and the others were bored to death, "What's there to see? A bunch of rancid, greasy middle-aged and elderly people..."

puff……

Zhuang Buyuan wanted to laugh.

"It's great that Brother Zhuang is here. Come on, Brother Zhuang, please take a seat." Gao Qing offered Zhuang Buyuan to the main seat. Zhuang Buyuan was not polite and sat down, not bothering to contact those people. The feelings are gone.

Throughout the dinner, Zhuang Buyuan heard Mr. Feng complaining from time to time.

When the dinner was about to end, Zhuang Buyuan smelled the smell of alcohol behind him. When he turned around, he saw Mr. Feng holding Zhou Xiang'an with one hand, burping and saying to Zhuang Buyuan: "Young man, come on, have a drink." !”

"Sorry, I don't drink."

"You are a man if you don't drink! How can a man not drink?"

"I am your elder, come..." Mr. Feng pointed to the wine next to him, "Pour it up, pour it up."

"Boy, you were very arrogant when you spoke just now, but I tell you, there are certain things you shouldn't say nonsense. Young people must abide by the rules. Come on, pick up the cup. You toast me a glass of wine. The matter just now is settled. What will happen next? If you come to see your Uncle Feng, your Uncle Feng will never say a word!"

"I said, I don't drink." Zhuang Buyuan frowned.

"Drink, let me see if you dare to drink!" Mr. Feng slapped the table, "You are a man, you should act like a man, not a mother-in-law!"

Damn it, who are you? My family can brew the best wine in the world, but I won’t drink it, and my dad won’t let me drink it! Which onion are you?

"Old Feng, you are drunk, don't embarrass the child..."

"What are you doing? Lao Zhou, if you don't educate your children well, I'll help you teach them. There are certain things you shouldn't say and things you shouldn't do..."

At this moment, Zhuang Buyuan understood better that Mr. Feng was not targeting him, but Zhou Xiangan. Mr. Feng was still brooding over unwarranted "inside information."

Seeing Zhou Xiangan in a dilemma and not knowing how to deal with it, Zhuang Buyuan smiled.

"In that case, I'd like to offer you a drink, Mr. Feng." Zhuang Buyuan pointed to the side, "This cup is too small. Get me a big bowl."

Gao Qing looked at Zhuang Buyuan and then at Mr. Feng. The young people at the table suddenly began to snicker and scrambled to help Zhuang Buyuan find a soup bowl.

"That's right, Lao Zhou, you see this kid is much more sensible than you!" Mr. Feng pointed at Zhuang Buyuan and laughed.

Zhuang Buyuan picked up the bowl of wine, smiled slightly, and said: "A small glass of wine is not disrespectful."

Suddenly, it all splashed on Mr. Feng’s face.

(Pay off the debt first.)