Rebirth of the Wild Age

　　 Lin Zhuoyun is 20 years old this year. She has just graduated from her bachelor's degree, and has only been in the government office for two months. Because I felt bored, I was transferred to the School of Light and Chemical Engineering to teach, and I was directly a genuine lecturer.

　　 20-year-old college graduates are rare in the new century, not to mention that the entrance age is generally high now. It's not that she is talented or smart, but because her parents are both professors, even if she is sent to the countryside, she has cultivated her daughter's knowledge and culture since she was a child.

　　 In 1980, when his parents were rehabilitated, Lin Zhuoyun, who was only 7 years old, returned to the city and immediately enrolled in the fourth grade of elementary school.

　　 As for work, I can only say that it is willful.

　　 There is a relationship in the family, and I have the ability. Isn't it all based on preference? It is naturally impossible to be a lecturer at Tsinghua and Peking University, but it is natural to be a lecturer at the School of Light and Chemical Engineering.

　　 Compared with Chen Tao, Lin Zhuoyun's chest is not that big, and his legs are not that long, but she is better than her perfect face, beautiful facial features, and a kind of intellectual bookishness on her body. She is like an orchid transplanted from a deep valley to a greenhouse, innocent, demure, elegant, and fragile. The Chen Tao is like a wild peach, resistant to drought and frost, gritty, and blooms brilliantly in the barren rock crevices.

　　 "I'm Director Xiao Song, I didn't expect Miss Lin to have heard of me." Song Weiyang smiled.

Lin Zhuoyun said: "When I left the provincial capital two days ago, my dad still praised you. He also showed me the article that reported you, and asked me to work hard, guard against arrogance and impetuosity, and not to fish for three days and two days. Expose the net."

　　 Song Weiyang thought: It’s really rare for the old man to praise me. I don’t know how many scolds he received in my previous life. I scolded him from before I got married, and kept scolding me until I was there, treating me as a big **** who abducted his grandson’s daughter.

　　 Tang Yong smiled and said: "Director Xiao Song is a celebrity in the provincial capital. It has been reprinted in several newspapers. It is difficult to know."

　　 The main reason is that the two cousins ​​don’t pay attention to each other, and a good institution is not waiting, so they have to go to teach. The other one is even more assholes. Before finishing college, he just approves students to make money, gets married and wanders around all day long.

　　 "Rongcheng Evening News" has decades of history of running newspapers. Although it is only published in the provincial capital and surrounding districts and counties, its sales volume ranks second in the province's newspapers-second only to the provincial party newspapers. In the provincial capital, almost every department subscribes to the "Rongcheng Evening News" by the governments, enterprises and institutions, which has resulted in the "Xiao Song Factory Manager" becoming famous in the provincial system.

　　 I don’t know how many leading cadres use "Little Song Plant Manager" to educate their children who are not useful.

　　 Song Weiyang said modestly: "The newspapers inevitably exaggerate. I just led the cannery to make some money. For small businesses, no matter how much you toss, it will be the same. Tang Gongzi is the one who makes big business."

　　 Tang Yong asked: "Have you heard of my name?"

　　 "I once heard my father talk about him, he admired Tang Gongzi very much." Song Weiyang laughed.

"Hahaha, although it's nonsense, I like to listen to this flattery," Tang Yong said with a big smile, "As for your dad, I have seen it twice and sold him the approval of the Light Industry Department. He is this guy. Ghost spirit, suitable to be friends, but not easy to deal with."

　　 Song Weiyang said: "Since they are all old acquaintances, we must contact us a lot in the future."

　　 Tang Yong waved his hand and said: "Drinking and playing ball are okay, but don’t ask me if you want to approve. Now you have strict control, the approval is not easy to get, and if you don’t pay attention, you will have to be caught in the bureau to drink tea."

　　 It can be seen from Tang Yong's words and deeds that this man is very smart. He knows who is flattering and who is instigating discord. But he was so arrogant and brave enough to even dare to make jokes in front of the public for such a mess of reselling approval documents.

　　 Song Weiyang laughed and said, "If you make friends, you should drink and play golf. It is too ridiculous to say the approval."

　　 "Then let's play a round?" Tang Yong said.

　　 "Three people match!" Lin Zhuoyun interrupted.

　　 Song Weiyang said: "Miss Lin, please."

　　 Lin Zhuoyun threw the ball out, the first ball knocked down 5 bottles, and the second ball made up 2 more, scoring 7 points. The level can only be said to be so-so.

　　 Zhong Dahua saw that Song Weiyang was able to chat with the two nobles, completely beyond his expectation, and his heart was as anxious as a cat scratching. At this time, he clapped his hands and praised: "Good shot! Miss Lin played really well!"

　　 But this flattery was slapped on the horse's leg. Lin Zhuoyun thought that Zhong Dahua was taunting her, so she suddenly didn't show her good face.

　　 Song Weiyang said: "Tang Gongzi, let's go together."

　　 "Yes." Tang Yong said.

　　 The two played together, Song Weiyang knocked down 6 bottles and Tang Yong knocked down 9 bottles.

　　 "Good! Tang Gongzi's football skills are at a professional level." Zhong Dahua continued to flatter.

　　 This time the flattery is accurate. Tang Yong likes to eat, drink and have fun, and prefer others to praise him for his brilliance.

　　 Come again, Song Weiyang knocked down 3 bottles and scored 9 points. Tang Yong made up the remaining bottle, 10 points, plus the number of points scored by the next goal.

　　 Zheng Xuehong, Chen Tao, and Yang Xin did not play ball. They stood by and watched them play, chatting in whispers from time to time.

When 　　 played the second square, Song Weiyang scored 7 points, Lin Zhuoyun scored 8 points, and Tang Yong got it straight away.

　　 "Strike!"

　　 Tang Yong jumped up and snapped his congratulations.

　　 Zhong Dahua clapped his hands and said: "Awesome, Tang Gongzi is so awesome!"

　　 Song Weiyang also had to admit that this young man Tang was really good at bowling. After professional training, he might really be able to go to the game.

　　 After each of the six rounds, Tang Yong won by a big score and completely beat Song Weiyang and Lin Zhuoyun.

　　 Tang Yong said triumphantly: "You have to practice more."

　　 "No matter how much you practice, you can't compare to Tang Gongzi." Song Weiyang said with a smile, but what he thought was: Laozi is not like you only know how to play all day, no matter how good bowling is, there is a fart.

　　 Lin Zhuoyun said to Song Weiyang: "Don't compare with my cousin, as long as he is playing, he is proficient in everything, but he doesn't know how to do business."

　　 "Whether it's business, someone does it, so I can play it." Tang Yong laughed, not ashamed, but proud.

　　 Zhong Dahua also said: "Some people are destined to be destined when they are born. Unlike us ordinary people, Tang Gongzi is rich and rich, he is qualified to play, and he can play at any level."

　　 Song Weiyang sarcastically said: "Mr. Zhong has also learned fortune-telling?"

　　 Zhong Dahua said: "Even if you haven't studied fortune-telling, you can see that Young Master Tang is rich and wealthy, and he has nothing to say."

　　 Tang Yong laughed and said, "Haha, Lao Zhong, you're also a life of flattering all your life, you're so good at shooting."

　　 Zhong Dahua nodded and bowed his waist and said, "It's my honor to be able to shoot Tang Gongzi's flattery, and most people can't shoot it."

　　 "You're so **** cheap!" Tang Yong pointed at Zhong Dahua and scolded.

　　 This is too much. Zhong Dahua's expression is a little embarrassed, but he still squeezes out a smile and says: "No matter how cheap your life is, you can still make a small fortune as long as you follow Tang Gongzi."

　　 "Hahahaha!" Tang Yong was too happy, patted Zhong Dahua on the shoulder and smiled.

　　 Song Weiyang sneered, Lin Zhuoyun looked disgusted.

　　 Yang Xin sighed in a low voice: "I have seen many directors of large state-owned factories. There are really few who can be shameless to this level."

　　 Zheng Xuehong said: "Brother Song's father is planted in the hands of this kind of person. I am really worthless for him."

　　 "Yes, this person is almost like a dog." Chen Tao said.

Yang Xin said: "This kind of person is actually very terrible. It makes you sick and makes you not take him to heart, but will bite back at a critical time. He is not a dog, but a poisonous snake. Let's just call this Mr. Tang, Zhong Dahua. There must be something to ask for, and it will be so low. Once there is a problem, Zhong Dahua will definitely bite people. The first person to be bitten is Tang Gongzi."

　　 Zheng Xuehong speculated: "At the beginning, Boss Song must have regarded Zhong Dahua as a dog, thinking that he would be able to raise him as a beast, but he did not expect it to be a white-eyed wolf who was not fed enough."

　　 Tang Yong has already been praised by Zhong Dahua and he dropped the bowling ball and said: "It's too boring to play with you, level problems. Isn't there karaoke here? Let's go sing and let you see my singing skills!"

　　 Zhong Dahua said: "Young Master Tang must be a singer at the same level in singing, and he can win the championship in the youth singing competition."

　　 Tang Yong waved his hand: "That's not necessarily ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ on singing, Zhuo Yun is a professional. When she was in junior high school, she won the provincial singing competition champion."

　　 Zhong Dahua started to flatter Lin Zhuoyun again: "Miss Lin is a real person and not showing her face. I'm too shallow to see it."

　　 "Nonsense, who can tell if singing is good or bad, that's it!" Lin Zhuoyun became more and more disgusted with Zhong Dahua, and was too lazy to pretend.

　　 A group of people rushed into the karaoke room. Zhong Dahua asked Tang Yong to sing first, but Tang Yong said: "Masters usually have to be the last to appear. Old Zhong, you sing one first."

　　 Zhong Dahua did not dare to refuse: "Then I will show my ugliness.

　　 Soon, Zhong Dahua sang "Little White Poplar", he was not humble, he was really a piece of cake, and his singing was as bad as killing a pig.

While Zhong Dahua was singing, Tang Yong sat next to Song Weiyang and suddenly said in a low voice: "The surname Zhong wants to cooperate with me and use my father's relationship to share the Jiafeng wine industry. This grandson is a bit unreliable. Or if we kick him off, we will cooperate. Anyway, the winery belongs to your Song family."

　　 Song Weiyang was stunned, unable to laugh or cry: "Young Master Tang is really quick to talk. The first time we met, we actually talked about this kind of important matter."

　　 "I don't like nonsense. I say what I think, what I say and do." Tang Yongshen was smoking a cigarette, seemingly stupid and refined, making people unable to see through.

　　 It's no wonder that this guy can't eat, drink and have fun all day, but he can get along well, and finally he even immigrates abroad to enjoy the good fortune.

　　 In the previous life, Tang Yong chose to cooperate with Zhong Dahua because he could not find anyone else. Although he failed, he had been watching the current situation for several years. In the end, he became an intermediary and negotiated the acquisition of Jiafeng Liquor Industry by another winery. I don't know how much benefit Tang Yong got from it.

　　 This guy is a worm, who eats state-owned assets!