Chapter 407: Chapter 407
Yang Bingbing glanced at Liu Zhizhong, "Really? Are you so sure?"
Liu Zhizhong said, "Almost a hundred percent sure, sigh... It's an intuition. Anyway, if the Red Cross President is here, they're definitely going to bring up the money issue. Otherwise, why would I be dealing with him?"
"Now that you mention it, it does seem possible! But if they really ask you to , will you or not?"
Liu Zhizhong felt a fire brewing inside, feeling very uncomfortable, because he understood.
To put it plainly, he was no different from a trending entertainment star now.
Suddenly making so much money, with the funds all in his account and ready to do charity back in Yangzhou, would the big shots from the Provincial City let him go?
These days, money isn't that valuable, but it's also very tight; what kind of strange problem is that? Liu Zhizhong understood, but he couldn't say it.
All he could reply was, "Assistant Yang, do you think a small fry like me, even as 'Mr. Billionaire,' could do anything when the political hierarchy is overseeing? I am still a small fry. Now, like I've hit the jackpot, causing such a stir in Provincial City, if I don't something, hehe, could I go back to Yangzhou? Could I have a future? Over the years, has your company not made big or small donations? Dare to say no? Look around at those small famous self-businessmen or enterprises, big or small. Whenever there's an issue, do they really ? Dare say they don't?"
Yang Bingbing was speechless, hardly knowing what to say. Google seaʀᴄh 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮※𝓷𝓮𝓽
After Liu Zhizhong pointed it out, she felt that was indeed the case.
However, Yang Bingbing still managed to say, "That's too unreasonable, isn't it? The money you earn is what you deserve. Our company has spent money on traffic generation, and your skills are there for all to see, your value is on display!"
"But the logic of the big leaders is also laid out there!"
"Cough cough... Comrade Xiao Liu, this... uh..." Liu Zhizhong cleared his throat, puffed out his stomach, and put his hands behind his back, suddenly striking the pose of a senior leader.
Yang Bingbing watched and really laughed. Was this guy imitating them too well? Wasn't it like a natural performance?
Liu Zhizhong continued, "Comrade Xiao Liu, you are talent cultivated by the Party, one of the outstanding children nurtured by the people! After achieving success, you must not forget the Party and the people! Now, the organization and the people have encountered some difficulties, and you, with personal ability, also have the obligation and responsibility to contribute! Our organization advocates dedication, selfless dedication... blah blah blah, all these principles, do you accept them?"
This imitation of a senior leader's tone made Yang Bingbing laugh out loud, admiring this guy from the bottom of her heart, as if he was delivering a natural performance.
Yang Bingbing laughed and said, "Going by what you said, then you really have to , right?"
"Hey, our lives belong to the organization and the people; how can money compare? Right?"
Liu Zhizhong was annoyed in his heart, but there was no way out.
Coming today without checking the almanac, but he could only wait to be slaughtered. And when it came time for the slaughter, he still had to wear a smile.
Of course, if he d some money today, like paying homage, there would be some advantages to it. To be honest, those big shots from the Provincial Party Standing Committee, if they wanted to push a few people politically, a word from them, as long as there were no major conflicts, it could get done.
Soon, Feng Xiaoyue opened the door, bringing a whole group of leaders inside.
Liu Zhizhong and Yang Bingbing, of course, hurriedly stood up and greeted them with smiling faces.
In this luxurious reception room, it soon became crowded with people.
After all, the leaders had brought secretaries or deputies with them, and there were quite a few people.
Immediately after them, the company's public relations department sent beautiful women to serve tea and pour water.
Feng Xiaoyue, of course, invited the leaders to be seated, then took Liu Zhizhong by the hand like a child leading a parent, and introduced him to the leaders one by one.
Everything was very polite yet very formal.
The leaders expressed heartfelt appreciation for Liu Zhizhong in a way that you couldn't tell if it was genuine or not; it all seemed to come straight from the heart.
Liu Zhizhong, facing so many big shots for the first time, was not very happy about it, but his psychological quality was stable. He shook hands with each, expressed his respect, picked the nicest things to say, showing gratitude and thanks for their concern, feeling very honored, and the like.
The only clearly perceptible thing was that Minister Luo Tianlin, ah, his affection for Liu Zhizhong was quite genuine. Perhaps it was because Liu Zhizhong had saved Luo Shuxiu.
At the same time, Luo Tianlin proudly said, "Well done, Xiao Liu! It's really unexpected. You are now the most dazzling and enduring of last year's Youth Class at the Party School. Congratulations!"
Liu Zhizhong, of course, thanked the organization for its cultivation and the people for their trust, and so on; any courteous phrase that could be said was not left out.
After this round of introductions, quite a bit of time had been wasted.
Then, Liu Zhizhong took the last seat, and Feng Xiaoyue took the second-to-last seat to keep him company. After all, everyone present knew that Liu Zhizhong was signed under Feng Xiaoyue on behalf of Mr. L. It was only natural for the company's CEO to accompany the king of traffic to meet the leaders. Yang Bingbing, the assistant, heh, could only stand behind Feng Xiaoyue.
The leaders, however, were comfortable, seating themselves in order, with a secretary or deputy sitting behind each of them and a public relations beauty standing by to add tea, pour water, light cigarettes, and the like; they were quite at ease.
Next, the leaders took turns speaking, praising Feng Xiaoyue and Liu Zhizhong's work, talking about expanding Hu Yang's influence, making tremendous contributions to economic growth, providing a model for the new media traffic economy, and so on; in short, the compliments were all that mattered.
When leaders praised them, Feng Xiaoyue and Liu Zhizhong of course followed suit, also being modest. Everything was appropriate and amiable.
Some leaders even played a bit of humor, and everyone laughed along, seeming to have a good time.
But eventually, Liu Zhizhong knew in his heart that if the praise was too fierce, it was definitely not well-intentioned; they were certainly eyeing his wallet.
Sure enough, what he sensed soon came to pass.
The first to ask for money, of course, was the president of the Red Cross, named Bai Duoyi.
Bai Duoyi was really white and chubby, quite round in the midsection, in his early fifties, not very tall, with a clear voice.
He began by saying, "Comrade Liu, you have made a great contribution to our province's cultural and tourism industry! The entire population of the province is thankful to you, and grateful to you. Though many people only know Mr. Ai Luo and don't know your real name..."
My goodness, the pronunciation of letter 'L' was too far off!
But Liu Zhizhong still smiled modestly, kept quiet, and watched him perform.
As expected, Bai Duoyi continued his performance, "But the organization knows, all of us present here know. The organization and the people have nurtured you. You're an outstanding Party member, and one of the people's fine sons and daughters! And the Red Cross is also an organization where our Party and people promote the spirit of philanthropy and support the weak; it needs more dedicated spirits to join..."
Babbling on and on... a whole bunch, then another bunch. Bai Duoyi spoke with rich emotion, while the other leaders nodded incessantly, the secretaries, deputies, taking notes...
Liu Zhizhong listened with a smile throughout, inwardly cursing away.
Fuck your white steamed bun, just tell me straight how much money you want to fleece from me, and be done with it!