When the phoenix man meets the peacock man

Feng Tao was leading a group of confidantes in a meeting, and the meeting was dark. Lin Miao picked it up lightly, and said something to Blabla in his ear.

Feng Tao didn't see any special changes on his face, he just nodded slightly to show that he knew.

Lin Miao dutifully and quietly withdrew. Before closing the door, she secretly glanced back at Feng Tao. Unfortunately, the latter was still a workaholic as always, without any wavering.

This meeting lasted until seven o'clock in the evening, and there was no intention of ending it. If it continued like this, it would be ninety o'clock-this is a very common thing in a company like theirs.

Fortunately, the company suddenly came to a person Feng Tao had to entertain—Feng's mother came to see her son with a lunch box.Today's overtime work unexpectedly ended hastily.

There were only the mother and son of the Feng family in the office. Feng Tao lowered his head and ate in a muffled voice. Mother Feng looked at her and said, "Why are you getting busier at work now? I haven't seen you for almost a week."

Feng Tao said, "I planned to go back this weekend."

Mother Feng sighed and said, "Don't forget about the weekend, you can come home tomorrow."

"I can't schedule tomorrow—what's the matter?"

Mother Feng said: "I know you are busy, but it hurts your body to be so busy. You are not young anymore, and now you have no one to take care of you. The matter between you and Xiao Lin..."

Feng Tao hurriedly set things right and said, "What do you want me to go back tomorrow?"

Mother Feng said angrily: "You forgot! Your elder nephew celebrates his first birthday, and the family is not allowed to get together."

Feng Tao said: "What am I supposed to do - what birthday is a child celebrating!" As he said, he took out his wallet and took out a stack of them to his mother, "I really don't have time, mom, please help me make a bag." The red envelopes are given to the old couple."

Mother Feng sighed and took it.

Feng Tao said: "My dad has been in good health for the past two days, right?"

Feng's mother said: "Okay, I'm just talking about you and thinking about your marriage. You said that you and Xiao Lin have been together for several months. What are you waiting for?"

Feng Tao said: "You have also seen how busy I am now. It's not that I don't want to get married, but I don't have time to get married. You and my dad don't have to worry about my affairs, I will arrange it myself. You just eat and drink and enjoy the happiness Come on - oh, yes, I want to buy you a house recently, and you will live in it when it's done."

Feng's mother was very happy when she heard that, "It's time to buy a house. Renting a house costs a lot of money every month. Where? Enough, multiple children don’t feel crowded.”

Feng Tao said, "It's the same as before."

Mother Feng was just about to be happy, but her heart sank when she heard this, "...then you only have half a set?"

Feng Tao nodded, "Recently, I want to sell that half of the set as well. Then the whole thing will belong to our family."

Feng's mother said: "Who is that—Mr. Zong is willing to sell you something?"

"Almost. Something happened to his family recently, and he is waiting for money."

Mother Feng hesitated to speak for a while, but couldn't help but said tentatively: "Boss, tell Mom the truth, do you still think about..."

Feng Tao said: "I didn't think about anything. You don't have to think too much. It just happened to be such an opportunity. I wanted to buy a house for you to live in. It is very cost-effective to change the property rights of this half of the house."

Mother Feng said, "It's fine..."

Although she said so on her mouth, she felt a little troubled in her heart.

Since Feng Tao broke up with that man more than a year ago, the relationship with his family has not been as close as he thought, but the distance between them seems to be getting farther and farther.In the past, they had been uncertain of what he was thinking in his heart, and they basically didn't say anything to them after that.

The only reassuring thing is that a few months ago I finally brought back a woman who I said was the one I was dating.

But Mother Feng actually didn't know what was going on.After all, they don't even see each other a few times now.

After Feng's mother left, Feng Tao continued to work for a while, dealing with the accumulated documents.The lights of the whole building went out one after another, until he was the last one left hanging in the air alone and persistently.

It was already past ten o'clock, and the secretary had already left work, so Feng Tao called it a day, made himself a cup of coffee, and stood in front of the office window looking out at the night scene.There are countless busy and similar nights he has spent here, and there is basically nothing to look forward to.

Up to now, he doesn't think coffee is delicious, but because of long-term busy work, it has become a tool for exhausting energy, and then people are gradually entangled in this bitter taste.

He also doesn't hate working overtime, except for the role consciousness of being a boss and capitalist, and more importantly, he has to face a lot of blank nights when he has a little leisure time.

Feeling idle in my heart, I can't help but think about Zong Yuheng and his affairs.

Feng Tao originally wanted to hang it out for two or three days, but he has changed his mind now.

The phone was dialed, and Zong Yuheng answered it after two rings.

Feng Tao was polite, "I'm afraid I'll disturb your rest so late, but now I have more time. If it's convenient for you, Mr. Zong, I want to talk to you about the house. Secretary Lin told me today that you and her contacted."

Zong Yuheng said: "Ask what you know!"

"So Zong Zong, you plan to sell the house to me?"

Zong Yuheng said: "...huh."

"Then if the price of 150 million yuan I mentioned earlier is acceptable, I will send the money to your card tomorrow—or is it your private account at Bank X?" Many of Zong Yuheng's previous financial transactions were He managed it all by himself, and he was all too familiar with it.

Zong Yuheng couldn't help but said: "Now I haven't even signed the contract, it's just a verbal agreement. You are not afraid that I will steal your money."

Feng Tao said rationally: "You are not that kind of person."

Zong Yuheng made up his mind and said: "As for the house payment, I have also asked about the market price, and it will be 180 million. If it is half of it, you should just give me 90."

Feng Tao said: "That being said, this house was given to you and me by the old Zongzong at the beginning. I didn't pay a penny. Now that your family is in such a state, it is as if I paid back the old Zongzong's property. Thank you for knowing you."

It’s okay if he doesn’t say that, Zong Yuheng’s arrogance is completely aroused when he talks about it, and he said with a strong character: “My father never said that he wanted the house back, if he gave it to you, it’s you Yes. There is no grievance between us. We have known each other clearly before, and now there is no need to distinguish between public and private. I will take what should be mine, but I will not covet anything else. So you just Just give me 90. I won't ask for more."

Feng Tao pondered for a while, "If you think 150 million is too much, then fine, make up the whole 100 million."

Zong Yuheng just said coldly: "Since you understand my temper, you should know that you can't change the things I decide. 90, fair trade, no debts."

Feng Tao knew that it would be useless to talk too much, so he stopped insisting, and just said: "Well, let's make an appointment to go to the property rights exchange to deal with it. Remember to bring relevant certificates and real estate certificates."

Zong Yuheng said: "Why did I bring it? I don't have the house certificate."

Feng Tao said: "...it's in your hands, I didn't take it with you when I moved it away from you...it's in the file bag on the bedside drawer in your bedroom—you didn't throw it away as trash, did you?"

Zong Yuheng was a little awkward, "I'll look for it."

After hanging up the phone, Feng Tao shook his head, not knowing whether it was for himself or Zong Yuheng.If you just listen to the two people's words and attitudes, the status relationship between them is not different from before. He doesn't understand why he is still polite and even tolerant to him, just like he doesn't understand why Zong Yuheng Such a person still lives like a young master today.Even though he is so poor that he is about to sell his blood, he can still easily give up the 60 that others put into his mouth.

That is 60 yuan, not 60 yuan.Many people live their entire lives without having such a large amount in their bank passbooks.

But this man who has already suffered a little because of money, and is about to suffer even more because of money, is here playing the old "treat money like dung".

——Maybe it's just the effect of inertia, both of them.

However, how long can this inertia last?

He would like to see it.

It's been this time, Feng Tao still hasn't felt sleepy, and the night seems to be very long, just now my heart is like grass growing crazily, but now it's like the barren beach after the grass has been pulled out, I can't just leave it like this, otherwise If so, I should take sleeping pills tonight.

So Feng Tao decided to do something. He walked out of the office, went downstairs, drove to an apartment building, looked up, and then made a call.

After a while, the phone was picked up, and a sleepy woman said with dissatisfaction, "Hello?"

Feng Tao said, "It's me."

The woman muttered, "It's so late..."

Feng Tao said: "I'm downstairs at your house, I'm going up soon, you're going to get off." Then he hung up and got out of the car.

By the time he unhurriedly took the elevator up to the 21st floor and knocked on a door, it was just long enough for an adult male to get up from the bed, quickly put on his clothes, and then hurried downstairs through the fire escape ——Of course, Feng Tao just set aside such a time, not that he believed that there must be such a person in his heart, and everything was based on assumptions.He didn't care much, and he didn't think about confirming whether such a hypothesis was true.

The door opened, and a young woman in sexy pajamas with gaudy makeup greeted him with a yawn.

After Feng Tao entered the door, he took off his clothes and said as he took off, "I'm sorry that I came in a hurry, because the time is difficult to determine, so I can't inform you in advance."

The woman waved her hand, still looking tired, "Forget it, anyway, you can't come twice a month—do you want to take a bath?"

Feng Tao thought for a while, "It's not busy, it's okay to wash it after finishing."

The woman displayed her professional ethics, forced her eyelids up and smiled seductively at him.I don't know if it's a little perfunctory or something, Feng Tao didn't feel his blood rushing or anything, he jumped on the bed and got under the quilt, and patted the position next to him to signal to the woman You can come directly, and say: "When I go home to see my parents in two days, you will accompany me again. Since I told them that I am friends with you, I still have to take you back to show my face from time to time."

The woman also went to bed, and began to serve attentively, "Yes, Brother Feng, I listen to you. But I want to remind you to follow what we said before, special services will be charged extra."

Feng Tao patted her on the head to show his affirmation.Then he let the head work on him, moving down little by little, he slowly closed his eyes, concentrated his energy on the bottom, and silently brewed the feeling.

Men at this time need a little fantasy, but Feng Tao's fantasy is always unreasonable, not only the face of the other party is blurred, but even the gender is also blurred, which makes the scene a bit awkward after a few times.So after he summed up his experience, he didn't think much about that at this time, but rather rambling, such as work planning, tomorrow's schedule, or he occasionally felt that serving people and being served by others is really different... probably The meaning of having money is that you can use the excuse that your waist is not good and close your eyes to capture the slightest pleasure that seems to be there.

Before the real estate exchange completed the formalities, Feng Tao and Zong Yuheng first confirmed that the money in the bank account had arrived.Then the two successfully completed the formalities.

After leaving the real estate exchange, before parting ways, Feng Tao said: "What's Zong Zong's plan for the future? How do you plan to spend the money?"

Zong Yuheng raised the thorns on his body again and said, "This has nothing to do with you!"

Feng Tao said: "It's really nothing to do with me. I'm just out of kindness... When I followed you before, I would also give you reasonable advice when it came to major decisions. Basically, what I said didn't come to nothing, right?"

Zong Yuheng squinted at him, "Don't make it seem like my company depends on you alone!" But it is true that since he broke up with Feng Tao, he has faced the business completely alone and felt unprecedented pressure. Made the wrong decision several times in a row.Although the other subordinates also gave their opinions, they lack confidence and dare not persist when they are questioned.

Feng Tao was modest, "I didn't mean that. Mr. Zong also started from scratch back then, and I respect you very much in this respect."

Only Feng Tao and Vegetable Zong Jiyuan knew what "starting from nothing" meant.Although Zong Yuheng seemed to be using nothing of the Zong family's money at that time, and ran to squeeze with Feng Tao in the rented house, but Feng Tao had already made all the support and arrangements under his father's order.The first month or two of life seemed simple, eating kimchi and living on a hard bed, all of which were deliberately done to take care of Zong Yuheng's pursuit of the sense of drama.

Then they quickly set up the company, and got the first big deal without much effort, and then went smoothly, making money all the way. Zong Yuheng probably did every day to listen to the report, sign the signature, Cursing and swearing-although he was really serious when he was doing these things.

This is the entrepreneurial story of Zong Yuheng.The company is not so much Zong Yuheng's hard work and wisdom, but Zong Jiyuan's great gift to his son. He probably misunderstood that it was "starting from scratch".

Life is a strict teacher, and the lessons that should be learned will come sooner or later, so Feng Tao doesn't want to wake someone up through his own mouth for the time being - he won't listen anyway.

Feng Tao continued to say kindly: "It's not so easy to make money right now. I suggest you make good use of the 90 yuan. This money is not too much, and it is not too little. If you use it well, at least you can make money. Your life lasts for a few years, and Mr. Zong can also get good treatment."

Zong Yuheng was a little moved, and still said with a high attitude: "Since you are so enthusiastic about talking or not, I might as well listen to it-but I will make my own judgment, don't think you can influence my thoughts! "

Feng Tao said: "Where. I suggest that you first set up a medical fund account for Mr. Zong. I am not sure how much he will need for unexpected expenses and how much he can reimburse. His ward seems to be equipped with quite good facilities. The medicine is not cheap. Assuming it is calculated at 72 yuan a day, then it will be 80 a month, and [-] a year. I don’t know how long his illness will last. Of course, even if we are children, we hope that our parents will You can live a long life—as long as the treatment period is ten years, then it is [-]. If there is an accident or inflation pressure in the middle, I think Zong Zong, you can save [-] for medical treatment, no matter what happens. Use the money—that's the first thing you should do right now."

Zong Yuheng thought about it silently, and said coldly: "I don't understand the principles you said? You plan to do this if you don't say it."

Then he walked away first.

Feng Tao watched his leaving back and couldn't help saying loudly: "If you need help finding a job, you can contact me."

Zong Yuheng pretended not to hear, raised his hand, took a taxi and left - now he has some money again.

The author has something to say: My colleagues——"90 yuan is not too much and Taobao "Juhuasuan" edition" BY:rafter_ps As a fashion pioneer, as a proud peacock, as a person who can go to the fashion capital at any time to scan For leisure people, how did our Zong always know about Taobao's "Juhuasuan"?

Let's put the time into the period when Zong Zong turned into a vegetable, Doudou at home was still Doudou, and Zong Zong failed in both career and love.

Mr. Zong sold his "love" souvenir with Mr. Feng, and with half of the money, he was about to start his civilian career.

When he got into the taxi and waved his sleeves away, what he thought in his heart was that he couldn't go to the other side of the road to squeeze the bus as the last back view of him and President Feng.

In fact, he also knew about inflation and financial management, so he made up his mind to get out of the car when it was out of Mr. Feng's sight. After all, he didn't have much Mao Zedong in his pocket.

The car turned at an intersection, Zong Zong said to the driver, "Just stop here." After typing out the price, Zong Zong found that he estimated that the fare was only 11 yuan, but it turned out to be 13 yuan, and after he took out 13 yuan , and was told by the driver that there would be an extra 1 yuan for the fuel fee, so Mr. Zong was depressed because he didn’t actually have a red Mao Zedong in his pocket, only a blue one and a purple one. Well, leaning together, after bidding farewell to the Mao Zedongs, a chrysanthemum was found.

Looking up, he found himself standing in front of a Starbucks. Mr. Zong decided to go in and stimulate himself with caffeine. Although he only had chrysanthemums, and only one, he had UnionPay, and UnionPay had his 90 yuan.

After ordering a cup of coffee, Mr. Zong found some relaxation in the green petty bourgeoisie atmosphere.After drinking a caramel macchiato, Zong Zong's energy index value returned. "Checkout!" "35 yuan" So Mr. Zong was depressed again, and secretly said in his heart, "Isn't it only 30 yuan?" Of course, as a dignified peacock, he didn't ask. What happened in the past few days? !

"Sorry, sir, our POS machine is not available now, can I pay by cash? 35 yuan, thank you."

As a peacock with only one chrysanthemum, Mr. Zong was completely depressed. He couldn't tell the waiter with a sweet smile that he only had one chrysanthemum, really only one chrysanthemum.

Mr. Zong deeply understands that inflation is really running faster than high-speed rail, and 90 is just a number that will disappear quickly. He must find another source of income.

So he offered to order something to take away, and started pretending to study the menu.God! Get well soon!People all over the country are looking forward to it! (Perhaps they all expect him to make a fool of himself)

Mr. Zong had no choice but to sit back in his seat while the waiter was serving other customers, looked at the coffee grounds at the bottom of the cup, and began to tell his fortune.

At this time, two white-collar beauties sat on the seats beside him. Well, we must admit that Mr. Zong's appearance is quite attractive.After a while of whispering and snickering, the beauties began to discuss what women are most passionate about - shopping!Beauty A said to Beauty B, "I went to Hong Kong specially for that bag. It was discounted. I grabbed the last one, which is more than 2000 yuan cheaper than ours." B said, "You have to change your mind. Now, what about those discounted bags? If you want to buy them, you have to buy limited edition ones, which will appreciate in value.”

Listening to the two beauties BLABLA, Mr. Zong vowed that he did not eavesdrop on purpose, but he still summed up these two points. First, limited edition designer bags can appreciate in value; second, second-hand bags are also demanded of.What about clothes?Where are the shoes?

But the topic of the beauties changed again, and turned into talking about boyfriends or something, really, women just don't have sex!

Finally, after Zong Zong faced the wall for an hour and a half, the POS machine heard God's command and worked normally, and Zong Zong was free.

When he got home, the first thing Mr. Zong did was to search online where he could buy second-hand brand-name goods.After n times of failed negotiations and failed interviews, our Zong Zong is a little bit resistant to showing his face in public.So Taobao, the largest shopping platform under Ali Papa, met with our Zonghui.

After a series of processes such as registration and verification, Zong Zong’s Taobao shop officially opened. Of course, Zong Zong’s private goods are sold inside. At the beginning, he was in Hong Kong, Tokyo, Paris, Milan, New York and other fashion capitals. All kinds of bags, clothes, shoes, watches, accessories.

I don't know if I don't look at it, but Mr. Zong still has a lot of things.But one day passed, two days passed...a week passed, and the trading volume was still 0.

Zong Zong is angry, this group of ignorant guys, don't they know that these are famous brands? !Are many limited editions? !

After browsing a lot of popular Crown sellers, Mr. Zong found that he casually put the clothes on the bed, patted them, and then posted them on the webpage. It really didn't look very good.

Therefore, Tianzong Doudou had the honor to watch the first fashion show in his life.

But after Meitu was uploaded, the transaction volume was still 0, and Mr. Zong was gloomy. Maybe he really wasn't the material for doing business, whether it was in reality or on the Internet.

I entered my favorite clothes on Taobao, wanted to see the rankings, and made a comparison, but the price that appeared at the top made Mr. Zong rub his eyes, 50 pieces for 3 yuan!what is this!

I clicked in and saw that my beautiful picture was shining on the store's homepage BLINGBLING, and below it was written the male version of Xiaojiali's favorite "Juhuasuan" 50 yuan 3 pieces!