Chapter 768 Our relationship is not in place

In a flower gardener, the words and deeds of people with a certain status will always be interpreted by others, so Zhao Songai acts like a gangster, and he is unwilling to do anything with his identity. For no other reason, he is not afraid. Offending people, he is afraid of trouble.

   This is something he could hardly imagine in his 'previous life'. Even when he brought his wife and sister back to Shantang to visit relatives, there were rumors that a major investment was about to land. After staying for a day and returning to Beijing, it can be interpreted as dissatisfaction with the local business environment.

   Then, there are constant calls of probing, questioning, and reassurance.

So he will not talk nonsense in public. If he does, he will openly shoot at some social phenomenon, no need to ask, it must be approved by his 'teacher' and 'leader', and the upper level has already got a solution to the problem .

   He is just an open 'reborn' person, doing something with an idealistic color does not mean that he is an idealist, he is doing it for the name!

   Just like Zhao Mingyuan, who thinks she can talk to Zhao Song, it is also for fame. If she can solve the trouble from the richest man, then her reputation in the circle can reach a new height.

   turned out to be a big gun.

His friends were bullied and his descendants were given ideas. Zhao Song originally just wanted to show his attitude and solve the matter within a certain range, but he didn't expect that someone would send him a fire. ?

   "I just can't figure it out, what's the benefit to some people if I have a baby later?"

   Zhao Song said to himself.

  Er Mao, who was driving the car, opened his mouth and muttered, "Children are easy to play with. When my eldest cousin was young, his second uncle took advantage of him and took a piece of foundation when he was young~"

  "..." Zhao Song was stunned for a while, then laughed, "You can still see clearly, these seemingly high-level circles are not the length of the family of ordinary people."

   Hearing the compliment, Er Mao laughed, and then reminded: "Brother, I have to say something about the length of the family. After you let those two friends into the central control, the family may be dissatisfied."

"I'll hold back my dissatisfaction!" Zhao Song didn't care, "Or just follow the route I said, and apply honestly if you want to enter Central Control. If you really achieve a certain level, I will not be stingy with the shares, otherwise, I will Honestly be raised by the family trust."

  Er Mao glanced at Zhao Song through the rearview mirror and said unintentionally, "Someone at home asked why the trust fund should be placed in the country. It is always better to take US dollars than RMB."

"Then don't ask for anything, go abroad to earn it yourself~" Zhao Song sneered and stared at Ermao's junior, "I'll stress it again, it's okay for family members to study abroad, go abroad and settle down and then find a foreign diplomat to match me with a bastard. , don't blame me for not recognizing people!"

  Er Mao heard the words, and immediately looked at the closed car window worriedly, and then smiled bitterly: "Brother, if you say this, it will be a big problem."

Zhao Song ignored him, closed his eyes and murmured: "The trust fund is a life guarantee for all my blood relatives, not the reason for them to commit crimes and crimes, and also, if the nationality is changed, the blood relationship will also be broken. It's gone!"

   "I'll make it clear to everyone." Er Mao shrank his neck and agreed in a low voice.

   Glancing at Er Mao again, Zhao Song felt relieved and leaned on the back of his seat tiredly: "This day~ I'm exhausted!"

   "Brother, you didn't do any physical work."

   "Tired! I want to relax, I want health care!"

  Er Mao understood: "I still have the number of the clubhouse that Brother Chen Ning gave me, do you want to make an appointment?"

   Zhao Song glared and said, "Believe it or not, as soon as I enter the gate of the broken place, the whole capital will know it within ten minutes. Do you know what is far and near gambling? That is the experience summed up by our ancestors for thousands of years."

   "...Brother, don't you talk about health care?"

   "Health care also needs to be hidden!" Zhao Song thought about it and ordered, "Go back to the city!"

   "Xiaohe Village?"

   "That's home, do you think I'm stupid?" Zhao Song roared, "Take the Jingcheng up the East Fourth Ring Road, get out from Yaowa Lake Bridge and head east to Chemical Road!"

The two unfamiliar place names behind    made Er Mao stunned for a moment, and muttered, "That's far enough."

   "Brother Li in Xiaohe Village opened a pedicure branch over there," Zhao Song explained while taking out his mobile phone, "I asked him to keep a back door, and then free up the best technicians!"

   "Brother, you are not afraid of being recognized by the technician."

   Zhao Song: "Brother, take a good look at my face, what do you see?"

  Er Mao glanced at the rearview mirror and said against his heart, "Handsome guy?"

  Zhao Song rolled his eyes: "This is a public face, no luxury car, no security secretary, in a pedicure shop with an essential oil open back only 38, who would have thought it was me."

   "38?" Er Mao's eyes rolled straight when he heard the price, and he said absently, "It's not cheap either, my wife doesn't even need money to open her back."

"Did your daughter-in-law give you a back? Does it use essential oils?" Zhao Song fell into deep thought, "I have to ask Xiaoyu, the couple doesn't do serious human relations at home, but let their daughter-in-law give them a big health care. Is it illegal?"

  Er Mao: "..."

  …………

  Beijing, outside the Fourth Ring Road in the southeast.

   One of the most cluttered areas of the capital.

  Logistics, auto parts, building materials, warehousing, and countless bungalow areas.

  The rumors of the eastward expansion of the CBD have already come out, but for the people here, it is worth waiting. At least when Zhao Song comes back from the "rebirth", the CBD is still the CBD, and the eastward expansion of the CBD... is still a rumor.

Zhao Song 'Zeng' lived here, and here is the largest affordable housing community in the capital. His wife in his previous life was considered a 'second generation'. For her, the black market was worth 160,000. 'Generation' speaks words.

  This society is always so realistic. In reality, while ordinary people complain on the Internet, they always like to show off their social connections everywhere in reality.

   The status quo of affordable housing is just like this. No one has the ability to change it until it completes its historical task. After the government introduced two-restricted housing, the policy became stricter, and the rumors of the black market gradually disappeared.

   Of course, these things have nothing to do with Zhao Song's two lives, and he won't show off to others that his family is strong and weak, but he is very clear about the entertainment here, but it is the capital of his boasting at the wine table!

   He is a person who has driven a special car, and a guest who can take a special car, where else can he like to go?

  …………

   "Brother, you really look like a person."

  On the second floor of the pedicure shop, in the room by the back door Tuxiang, the young technician glanced at Zhao Song several times, and finally sighed as expected.

   "I am Zhao Song."

   Zhao Song stared at the technician intently. He couldn't tell if his craftsmanship was good or bad, but he was definitely young and beautiful, especially the big wriggling belly.

   It seems that Brother Li of Xiaohe Village is the same as him.

   He even raised an expectation at this time-could this store not be pure green?

   "Big brother really knows how to joke."

The    technician grinned, her white teeth almost flashed Zhao Song's eyes, she glanced at Zhao Song with a blushing cheek, and shook her head again, as if putting aside some illusions, and began to work seriously.

   Put the barrel down, sat on the bench, then lifted Zhao Song's feet, took off his socks for him, and gently put it into the barrel.

   "Brother, try the water temperature."

"Good."

   Zhao Song spoke absentmindedly, focusing all his attention on the touch of those slender hands.

This is the most common pedicure shop. The taste of decoration is the same as that of all pedicure shop owners. They focus on luxury, but they pretend to be Chinese and European in the 1980s. The Damascus wallpaper on the wall can be seen in almost every shop of the same grade. arrive.

   Zhao Song did not expect to enjoy such a great value service in such an ordinary store.

   "I'm really Zhao Song," Zhao Song returned to the topic just now, he asked sincerely, "Why do you think I'm joking?"

  The technician was rubbing Zhao Song's feet with a volcanic stone. Hearing this, he immediately raised his head, looked at Zhao Song carefully, and said, "If I tell you, don't be angry, big brother."

   "What about chatting, why am I angry?"

"I can say," the technician is not a young girl, and she smiled after her rich social experience allowed her to determine the character of the customer, "Do you think about such a place, such a storefront, and such a price, would the richest man in the world patronize it? "

   After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and continued to rub, murmured, "None of them belong to the same world."

"Yeah, I'm not from the same world~ so he can't come here." Zhao Song nodded, staring at the beautiful technician who served him, "It's like you, with a mouthful of Beijing accent, I have lived two lifetimes, the first Once I met a girl in the capital doing this business, since Zhao Song can't come, how can you possibly do this business?"

  The beautiful technician lowered his head: "Big brother, what's wrong with the girl in the capital? I don't want to do that in the region. Be careful of being scolded by the richest man."

  The richest man has indeed scolded regional discrimination in the media, and as a result, no one dared to publicly express regional remarks on the Internet.

"I even scolded myself when I got up," Zhao Song teased with a smile. He sat up from the multi-function massage table, stretched out his hand to the technician, and said, "My words have nothing to do with the region, it's just a bit of an accident, but I respect everyone very much. People who live seriously, so let me introduce myself again, my name is Zhao Song, may I ask the girl's name?"

The    technician stared blankly at the hand in front of him. It took him a long time to react. He wiped his right hand in a panic and then held it up:

   "Yu Bianbian."

   For some reason, she didn't say her number 8 or the codename of 'Peach' and 'Xingzi', but believed Zhao Song's self-introduction and said her real name.

   "Big...that...Zhao...that...sir..."

   Yu Bianbian was a little incoherent, "That...our store...that...our store owner doesn't have a good relationship...well, so I visit every day these days, you...that...that's okay?"

   Zhao Song: "...Fuck~"

   (end of this chapter)