Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

"I see. Let me know when it's all done, so I can arrange the itinerary."

Liang Bingyu came and went in a hurry, came and left quietly, without taking a cloud.

Now that Liang Bingyu's work is almost done, how is Shamilov's affairs going?

I have to ask him tomorrow, don't let me prepare to leave for Beiliao, the people on his side haven't written a word yet.

It's okay for Liang Bingyu to come like a ghost in broad daylight, but Guo Wu also came to this set, and even scared Wan Feng who was lying on the table and making trouble.

"Drag me out and hit him with [-] boards first, just don't beat him to death." Wan Feng ordered Zhang Xian.

Zhang Xian knew Guo Wu and didn't move.

Guo Wu smiled and sat down in front of Wan Feng.

"Why is this so? I heard that you have a bad month, so I came to see you."

You are not lucky!

Wan Feng sharply saw the bright red shirt under the padded jacket.

"Is this your birth year?"

Guo Wu shook his head.

"February is almost over, and you are wearing a red shirt and doing ass, and my eyes are panicked. I will deduct 1000 yuan to look at your eyes."

Guo Wu was so depressed: "Brother! Isn't it strange that I wear a red shirt when I get married?"

"Married? When?"

"A half month ago."

"Hold the grass! I really haven't seen many people who get married in February of the lunar calendar. Why don't you just get married on Chinese New Year's Day? You'll really get married again and celebrate Chinese New Year!"

"Isn't that ridiculous!"

"Can't bear it until May Day? Hey, is that the one you hooked up with at school?"

Guo Wu nodded.

"You must have won the bid ahead of time. Your wife can't hold back anymore and will get married if she doesn't get married? Hahahaha!"

Guo Wu curled his lips: "Who are you? I'm like you and Zhang Xuan, we've been together for a long time..."

Wan Feng covered Guo Wu's mouth and saw Zhang Zhiyuan walking towards him from the window.

"The numb marriage doesn't even have a fart, I'm afraid I won't be able to pay for the wine."

"Actually, I really let you talk about my marriage. It's very hasty. It's too bad not to get married."

"Look, look, I'll just say it! How many months?"

Guo Wu's face was like a shriveled eggplant: "More than six months."

"Huh? Your daughter-in-law hasn't found out for more than six months? Talent!"

Guo Wu wiped his face.

"The goods will be delivered in a few days. I'm a bit disturbed here. You go back and let Wang Dong come."

"What are you asking him to do?"

"Of course there is something. If nothing else, why should I let him do it?"

I haven't seen Wang Dong for a long time, and Guo Wu is married, so he doesn't know if there is any sign of it.

Chapter One Thousand One Hundred and Four

At seven o'clock in the evening, Wan Feng sat at a table on the second floor of the most upscale Heihe Hotel in Heihe City and waited quietly.

He is no stranger to this place now, and he should have been here three times this time.

The first time seemed to be a meeting with Cai Yongqiang, the second time was a banquet for Qu Yang and Zheng Chaoyang, and this was the third time.

It was still Han Guang's family who accompanied him today.

If the mountain is not high, there are immortals, and if there are not many people, it is enough to fight.

There is one Han Guang's family who he thinks is enough, and it seems that he has a guilty conscience if he brings too many people.

Just like the group of people who came up with Zhang Shiqian now, there are six or seven people, who are you scaring.

Even though the person who came was the one who made me depressed for half a month, I still had to save face.

Wan Feng stood up with a smile on his face and held out his hand, as if seeing an old friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

It's a pity that this old friend's eyes are not very good, maybe he didn't recognize him, but he turned a blind eye to his outstretched hand, and didn't intend to shake hands with Wan Feng.

Zhang Shiqian was a little embarrassed, but he still introduced Wan Feng: "This is Zhang Donglai, the manager of Shengguang Trading Company.

"Hello, Manager Zhang. I have heard about Manager Zhang's name in the business world for a long time. I am very happy to meet you today. Please sit down!"

Zhang Donglai squinted at Wan Feng: "Zhang Shiqian, is this the Dongfeng trading company you mentioned?"

"This is the manager of Dongfeng Trading Company, Wan Feng."

"Heh, she's quite young."

Zhang Dongzi sat down and raised his legs.

The few people who came with him stood behind him, looking like a gangster.

Zhang Shiqian sat between Wan Feng and Zhang Donglai.

Han Guang's family sat across from Zhang Shiqian, and the four of them formed a mahjong game.

Wan Feng slapped his finger, and the restaurant that had already been prepared began to serve food.

Compared with the previous sixteen-course banquet that Wan Feng entertained Qu Yang and Zheng Chaoyang, the scale of this time was reduced by half. There were eight dishes and there were no famous dishes, and the wine was only Daqu.

The other party didn't look down on him, and to be honest, he didn't look up to the other party either. This level of banquet is not bad.

No matter how disdainful the other party looked at him, Wan Feng still opened the wine bottle with a smile and poured Zhang Donglai a glass of wine.

"Manager Zhang, please!"

Wan Feng held up the wine glass, meaning that everyone has a toast.

Zhang Shiqian and Han Guang's family also raised their cups, but Zhang Donglai did not.