Pamper!Mr. Shang threw himself into a trap for love

In Shang Yan's eyes, the little girl's angry appearance was not deterrent, but rather cute.

He nodded meaningfully, not sure if he listened.

But when he turned to leave, he suddenly raised his hand and rubbed Jiang Yun's head.

Before Jiang Yun raised her hand to slap it away, she retracted her hand just right.

Amidst the puzzled and shocked eyes of others, he smiled and left a sentence: "You are small, but you have a big temper."

After the words fell, he passed the crowd and entered the arena first.

Jiang Yun: "..."

She suspects that the person surnamed Shang is an old pervert...

conference room.

The atmosphere of the audience was serious, and those who could enter the venue were all winners with their own merits in the construction circle.

There is no noise and ostentation, only the undercurrent and invisible oppression hidden under the peace.

Everyone hides their ambitions deep in their hearts, and they are always honest and calm on the surface.

Accustomed to the straight-forward life in the army, Jiang Yun hated all the hypocrisy here when she suddenly came to such an occasion of intrigue.

She was born in a war-torn border slum, and grew up among the capital's troops planted with green pines.

Ever since I was a child, I have been around and seen everything in my eyes is full of passion for serving the country.

When she was young, she had seen groups of people build high "city walls" with flesh and blood to protect the stability of the inland, and she had also seen the group of youths at the right age wearing military uniforms full of starlight.

As an adult, she joined the border guards.

In that chaotic frontier with deep darkness, I have seen the frailty of human nature and experienced helpless struggle.

Soldiers who know how to calm down the border do everything they can to protect their homeland.

The past is complicated, but the world she lives in is straightforward and resolute, without intrigue, and everyone expresses their feelings directly and passionately.

She loves freedom, so she chose to travel around the world after retiring to escape the complexity of human nature and have the most authentic contact with nature.

But at this moment, she who was forced to sit in Vanity Fair, deep in the complexity of human nature, besides disgust, was more helpless.

During this period of time, she really understood Jiang? Why did such a lonesome and arrogant person choose to bow to power and marry someone who had no emotional foundation.

In Vanity Fair, everyone is involuntary.

Sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat. What she can do is put away her pride and move forward with a heavy load.

The lottery was drawn on the spot, and Feibai was the last to appear on the stage. Jiang Yun took a special look at it, and Shang's sixth appearance.

And the reporter's column is Shang Yan.

Jiang Yun sat down on the seat, the light and shadow beside her were dim, and accompanied by the cold fragrance, the tall and straight figure of the man sat down at an arm's length from her.

Jiang Yun turned her head, only to see Shang Yan leaning on the chair, with a faint smile in her dark eyes.

After noticing her gaze, he lazily opened the end of his eyes and took a look.

Then he hooked his lips meaningfully, and spit out two words: "What's the matter?"

Jiang Yun: "..."

Her gaze calmly passed over this smirking face, and Jiang Yun retracted her gaze without a trace.

Two words flashed in my mind: hypocrisy.

Shang Yan's superficial laziness is just a skin to hide his inner wildness.

If it is on the battlefield, this kind of person may ruin your retreat at any time and betray you completely.

And she just hates this kind of fame and fortune businessman who smiles on the surface but drives you into hell without a trace.

Shang Yan could see the disdain in Jiang Yun's eyes, and the corners of his mouth deepened a bit.

Soon, the bidding begins.

The shortlisted companies have their own strengths, and the sound of project reports echoed in the huge conference hall.

Jiang Yun listened carefully to every report from others, and internally estimated the possibility of her winning this time.

After four hours of reporting, after everyone had a brief meal, Shang came on stage.

In front of the huge white screen, Shang Yan stepped into everyone's sight with dignity and calmness in a black suit.

The ten-to-twenty-square-meter speech platform seemed invisible and narrow the moment he stood on it.

The tall and straight figure of the man stood there, his cold eyebrows exuding a sense of oppression, as if this was a home court tailored for him.

He projected plans and design drawings on the giant white screen.

With a deep voice, he walked calmly, and after a simple opening remark, he began to explain this project.

What the Shang family lacked most were money and resources. On the white giant screen, every detail of the renovation project of the urban village was reflected to the extreme.

From the overall planning to the style division of the integrated building, it has been carefully planned.

This project is the same as Shang's usual style. The overall focus is on the image of a high-end tourism cultural village, with the taste of money and freedom everywhere.

Jiang Yun sat under the stage and listened to Shang Yan's statement, her eyes were a little more solemn.

From what I heard in this circle, the positioning of the transformation plan planned by Shang and her is the most similar.

They are all focused on high-end, abandoning the current "down-to-earth" image of urban villages, and taking advantage of geographical advantages to maximize profits and commerce.

The more Zhao Mu listened, the more restless he became: "Director, Shang's project positioning has collided with ours."

One sentence is full of insecurity and nervousness.

Jiang Yun glanced at her, then smiled heartlessly after a moment of silence.

She spread her hands, shrugged, and asked, "Then what should I do?"

"How about going home now?"

Zhao Mu: "??"

She looked embarrassed: "It's not very good..."

Jiang Yun was amused by her, she lightly shrugged her shoulders, but said indifferently: "Actually, there are many differences between going into business and enlisting in the army."

"In the early stage, it is to arrange troops, and in the later stage, it is to go all out."

"When preparing for the game, overestimate the opponent, but when playing, you should believe in yourself."

"It's all here, you can't be a deserter, right?"

After finishing the sentence, she took out the documents and bowed her head to sort them out.

Looking at her straight back and firm profile, Zhao Mu straightened her back for no reason, and suddenly gained confidence.

After an hour, the bidding will draw to a close.

Jiang Yun stepped onto the podium with relevant documents.

This is the first time she has led a team to participate in a bidding meeting.

Without fancy words, Jiang Yun directly released the overall graphic design drawing, throwing out the big frame of the renovation plan and putting it on the bright side.

The design concept and main operation concept are matched with the overall graphic design diagram, and the layout of the whole project is basically clear.

Like Shang's, Jiang Yun chose to build a high-end tourist village, and the customer base is mainly from the middle and upper classes.

Different from the Shang family, Feibai chose a large area to preserve the characteristics of the village, and multiplied the cultural traces of the existing relics, which became the highlight of the later publicity.

After briefly introducing the concept, Jiang Yun drew the picture to the abandoned library in the center of the village.

Under the suspicious eyes of everyone, he said calmly and forcefully: "We want to turn this library into a cultural relic, as a small characteristic landmark after the transformation of the urban village."

"According to the site survey, the library itself has a profound historical heritage."

"Whether it is the traditional carving techniques on the facade or the layout of the palace-style loft inside, they all have the capital of being an independent characteristic building facing the public."

When Jiang Yun was speaking, the real photos of the library scene flashed on the white giant screen simultaneously.

After the dust has faded from the seemingly deserted library, the original simple and profound historical background is gradually revealed.

The most eye-catching thing is the existing internal layout.

The palace-style attic is divided into three floors, plus the storage room in the basement, a total of four large spaces.

Every beam and column carving and corner murals on the inner wall record a legendary story.

The colorful carvings inside and the world in the painting set off each other exquisitely.

When the Director of the Cultural Affairs Bureau saw the picture released by Jiang Yun, he stood up excitedly: "Director Jiang, may I ask, how did you obtain the commercial authorization from Mr. Zhou?"

Jiang Yun knew the director of the Cultural Bureau, and she could see the excitement in his eyes. She knew that this game was stable.

The director of Tonghua Bureau nodded slightly, but Jiang Yun said, "I haven't obtained a commercial authorization."

The director of the Cultural Affairs Bureau was taken aback, but before he could speak, he heard Jiang Yun add in a calm voice: "Mr. Zhou sold the library to me."