Female boss's personal expert

Chapter 100 Urban management, open the door!
Sitting on the sofa, Shen Yinbing thought about it for an unknown amount of time, until her stomach started to growl before she moved her numb legs.

Just at this moment, someone knocked on the door.

The door opened and Yan Hong walked in.

Xiao Song, Su Xiaomei, and Hei Zi with his head bowed followed behind her.

After seeing Heizi, Shen Yinbing stood up from the sofa: "Heizi, are you alright?"

"Mr. Shen, I'm fine. It's my incompetence that made you bullied."

The ragged Heizi raised his head and forced a smile.

"Ah, your face—"

Seeing Heizi's bruised nose, swollen face, and unable to open his left eye, Shen Yinbing was taken aback, and angrily said: "Those policemen beat you? It's really unreasonable, how could they do this? Xiao Song, you should immediately complain to the relevant department and say The police lynched Heizi, go!"

Heizi forced a smile again, waved his hand and said, "Mr. Shen, don't bother, it's useless. We are in Jinghua, where we have no relatives. Who can we talk to? Besides, it's normal to be taught a lesson after entering. It's nothing serious, it's just a flesh injury, just rest for two more days, there's really no need for extra trouble."

Shen Yinbing bit her lower lip tightly, slowly sat on the sofa, and whispered, "Heizi, I'm sorry."

"Okay, Mr. Shen, don't feel guilty. Heizi is right. The most important thing now is to restore the reputation of the group and you."

Yan Hong looked around as she spoke, and asked, "Where's Peng Yuanhang, isn't he here?"

"He may have gone to rest."

As soon as Shen Yinbing finished speaking, Peng Yuanhang walked in from the outside.

When Peng Yuanhang saw Heizi, he didn't show much surprise. He just smiled and nodded with Yan Hong, sat on the sofa next to Shen Yinbing, and said in a low voice, "Xiaobing, how are you thinking? Just now I managed to get in touch with Sun Shao, and he promised to help me make an appointment with Gao Ya, let's meet in the evening."

Yan Hong frowned, and asked, "President Shen, what are you thinking about?"

"I——I have decided, and agreed to elegant terms."

Shen Yinbing raised his head and said with difficulty: "But he must clear up my grievances, let those people apologize to me in person, and publish a newspaper to clarify that this is a misunderstanding!"

"Well, this seems to be difficult, after all, it involves a real deputy director. Moreover, I also heard that Liang Mingqing has a daughter who is in the supervision room of the Ministry of Public Security. I am afraid that she will fight for face for her father. Using relationships is not good for the Beishan Group."

Peng Yuanhang was a little embarrassed, thinking about it and said: "However, it is not a big problem to let other people stand up and do this."

"Hmph, his daughter is from the Ministry of Public Security? Hehe, then he has the face to do such a thing!"

Chen Yinbing gritted his teeth fiercely and sneered, wishing to crush his teeth.

The more she listened, the more confused Yan Hong interrupted again: "Mr. Shen, what conditions are we going to agree to that elegant?"

Shen Yinbing lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "Transfer the racetrack project in the southern mountain area to Gaoya at a low price..."

Before she finished speaking, Yan Hong yelled loudly: "What? Transfer it to him at a low price? Oh, it's really unreasonable, they are not robbers! No, this matter is absolutely not allowed, that Gao Ya is too naive !"

Xiao Song and Su Xiaomei also waved their fists filled with righteous indignation, saying that they would never bow to the evil forces.

Peng Yuanhang asked coldly: "Vice President Yan, in fact, you should understand that Xiaobing doesn't want to transfer the racecourse even more than you. But the key point is that if the transfer is not made at this time, not only will the reputation of her and the Beishan Group be damaged. loss, and the racetrack project will be delayed indefinitely. This is a project worth hundreds of millions, can we delay it?"

Xiao Song shouted from the side: "What kind of person is that person, who has the ability to delay our project!"

Peng Yuanhang said lightly: "He is indeed not a big deal, but he has a very powerful uncle."

Su Xiaomei asked: "Who is his uncle?"

Peng Yuanhang smiled, but didn't say anything, just looked at Shen Yinbing.

Shen Yinbing clenched his fists tightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Uncle Gao Ya is the No. [-] chief today."

After Shen Yinbing said these words, the air in the room suddenly froze.

It turned out that the person who coveted the racetrack project turned out to be the nephew of Chief No. [-]!

Everyone present may feel that they are going in different directions, but when they are called the "No. [-] chief", they suddenly realize that they seem to be much less able than ants. People want to trample themselves to death, every second thing.

After a long time, Yan Hong asked in a shy voice, "Really?"

Peng Yuanhang nodded: "Well, I can be sure now. I have been looking for a relationship all morning to inquire about this matter, and I am basically sure that it has something to do with him."

Yan Hong felt a deep sense of powerlessness: even if everyone in the world knew that the scene last night was dominated by Gao Ya.

But who can come up with evidence?And who dares to provoke the nephew of Chief No. [-]?

"Peng Yuanhang, then I would trouble you to make an appointment with Gao Ya, and just say that I am here tonight to wait for his arrival."

Shen Yinbing licked her dry lips, and said in a low voice: "No one is allowed to tell my dad about this without authorization. After everything is over, I will explain it to him personally."

"Well, if you want to open up, your body is important. Losing may be just to get more."

Peng Yuanhang patted Shen Yinbing's shoulder lightly, stood up and walked out.

After finally making up his mind, Shen Yinbing felt a lot more relaxed, and told Su Xiaomei: "Xiaomei, go and order, we'll use it here."

Yan Hong sat silently on the sofa, her right hand was unconsciously stirring her skirt, she changed the topic after a moment of silence: "Where is Gao Fei, why didn't I see him?"

A trace of dissatisfaction flashed across Shen Yinbing's face, and he said lightly: "I haven't seen him for a long time, maybe I went out to relax."

"Oh, then I'll ask him where he is and let him have dinner together."

When Yan Hong was about to call Gao Fei, Shen Yinbing said: "No need, he can play outside if he wants to. Anyway, it won't be of much use when he comes back."

Yan Hongqiang smiled, put away the phone, but was cursing in her heart: Brat, now is the time when Mr. Shen needs someone the most, but you ran away without making a sound, you really have no eyesight!
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The structure of the imperial capital has been said since ancient times to be 'rich in the east, rich in the west, poor in the south, and cheap in the north'.

The rich and the like are all in the east city, the nobles are in the west, the poor are in the south, and the pariah are in the north—for example, those artisans in ancient times were pariahs. They did not have the right to study, and they did not participate in scientific examinations. Given the opportunity, I can only be a craftsman for generations.

Of course, the phenomenon that artisan households could not study had long since ceased to exist when the Qing Empire collapsed, but the pattern of the rich in the east, the rich in the west, the poor in the south, and the cheap in the north has not changed.

Liang Mingqing, the deputy director of the development department, is of course not a pariah, let alone a poor man, but he absolutely dare not say that he is a rich man, so he can only treat himself as a nobleman in a 'wronged' way.

The nobles basically live in Xicheng, and Liang Mingqing's home is also here.

Of course, Liang Mingqing, the deputy director, is just a nobleman in the eyes of ordinary people, and the distance from the real nobleman is at least as far as the earth to the moon—so, the house he lives in is also on the edge of Xicheng.

This is a villa area that doesn't look very eye-catching. Each villa has its own walls and antique door panels. You can't see the inside from the outside, and it looks a bit rustic.

In front of Villa No. 33, a taxi stopped not far from the door, and Gao Fei walked down from above with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"Well, this place is really far away."

Looking at the sun that had already set to the west, Gao Fei reconfirmed the house number before walking to the door and ringing the doorbell.

After a while, a woman's voice came from inside, asking impolitely, "Which one?"

Gao Fei answered loudly, "I'm here to visit Director Liang."

The woman asked again: "Leader?"

Gao Fei hesitated for a moment: "No, it's a subordinate."

The woman said: "Then please go back, my husband is not in the mood to entertain guests now."

Shit, the blame has to be a good thing, so it's so snobbish.

Gao Fei cursed in his heart, and shouted: "I am here to visit Director Liang on behalf of all the staff in the department—hey, hey, why don't you open the door?"

Gao Fei yelled for a long time, but there was no movement inside.

"What the hell, this is forcing my buddies to be rough!"

Gao Fei cursed, and when he raised his foot and was about to kick the door, an old man came out from the villa next to him, sat in front of the door with a Maza, and looked this way.

Although Mr. Gao didn't care about such old people at all, he didn't want to leave a bad impression on the residents of Jinghua, so he smiled kindly at him and rang the doorbell again patiently.

After waiting for a few more minutes, the woman's voice sounded again: "I said I'm gone, why don't you leave!?"

Gao Fei threw the flowers on the ground nearby, slapped the door and said in a rough voice: "Open the door, open the door, the water meter!"

After shooting for a long time, the door did not open, and no one agreed.

Gao Fei turned his head, and saw the old man next to him, sitting on the saddle, looking at him with interest.

"Bah! Immortal, what are you looking at?"

Seeing the obvious mockery on the old man's face, Gao Fei spat hard at him, and knocked on the door directly, with a loud bang.

This time, the woman inside was really anxious, and scolded: "Paralyzed, what are you doing this time? Is it meter reading, or direct sales?"

"City management, open the door!"

Gao Fei raised his foot and kicked the door.

The woman behind the door cursed: "Get out! If you continue to make trouble here, be careful that you will go to prison!"

"Damn Xipi, you dare to threaten the urban management team, you are really impatient! Come on, brothers, break the door open for me!"

Gao Fei took two steps back, yelled loudly, jumped up and kicked heavily on the gate.

That antique-looking door couldn't withstand Gao Fei's strong kick. With a loud bang, the door latch broke, and the two doors flew inward like kites.

Behind the gate, there is a fat woman about 40 years old, wearing a red camisole, a short skirt, and a pair of plump snow-white legs with embroidered sandals. Her ten toes are dyed jet black, which looks a bit sexy.

The door that Gao Fei kicked out almost touched her nose, and she let out a groan in fright.

"It's said to be the city management, and you still don't open the door. Are you planning to rebel!?"

Just before the two doors that hit the wall bounced back quickly, Gao Fei jumped in, grabbed the fat woman's hand, and said sharply: "Don't scream, or you will feel better!"

"Ah, robber! Come on—"

As soon as the fat woman yelled this sentence, Gao Fei covered her mouth, pinched her fat face with both hands, and walked quickly to the front of the living room.

(End of this chapter)