Chapter 42 Chapter Forty-One

Zhang Zhaozhong, chief negotiator of the World Bank's North China Project, is in his forties, tall, thin, and bright-eyed. Judging from his appearance, he is a standard handsome man and a standard white-collar worker.If you observe carefully, you will find that this person is not like a person in his forties from appearance to spirit, but like a young talent full of vitality in his 27s. All this is the result of being pampered and pampered, and of spiritual freedom.Such a result comes from his status, treatment, power, wisdom, elegance and innate temperament. For Zhang Zhaozhong, the coal city in northern China is a place that is both unfamiliar and familiar, a place full of awe and resentment, a place that he wants to help but destroy with his own hands.

Only when he comes here can he clearly feel that he is Chinese and a native of Coal City.On Wall Street, he always considered himself a standard American elite. Although he was born in Taiwan outside the United States, he received the most elite American education at Harvard. With this amulet, Zhang Zhaozhong walked on Wall Street. Road to Success. In the eyes of those pure Americans, this Asian with yellow hair and black eyes is a high-end figure they admire and look up to; ", so, even though they have blond hair and blue eyes, they are the lower class after all, after all, they are outside the American elite...

I remember my father said that if a person's life is good, no door can stop him.The outbreak of the global financial crisis and the election of the minority Obama as the first black president in American history made the successful blond and blue-eyed senior officials on Wall Street not only hated by the government, but also questioned by insiders.In the photo with black hair and yellow skin, he suddenly felt lucky.That's because my appearance as a non-mainstream crowd unintentionally helped me a lot and won everyone's abnormal respect. In the past, he reviewed and recommended projects by himself, although each of them could pass the test, but each of them took his painstaking efforts.Because project review has always been complicated and strict, if there is even the slightest loophole, the project will be shot down.

If two or three projects are killed in a row, your ability and future will be in danger.Now the situation has changed a lot. As long as the projects recommended by him/herself go to the review meeting, those directors who have the power of life and death, as long as they see his appearance, they will see confidence, hope, and responsibility, and they will pass it easily. . My own ease has won the envy of many people, and also won the respect of many people.The most obvious thing is that although my position has not improved much, the weight of my words is much stronger than before. As long as I agree with the project, it is almost the final decision of the board of directors.

However, the closer he gets to the apex of success, the more Zhang Zhaozhong reminds himself: Strict, strict, and strict, only the most stringent can capture the invisible risks behind the project.Only when the slightest risk is ruled out, can the project survive and make a profit. This is the requirement of the World Bank, and it is also the criterion of a professional manager, and it is also the requirement of Zhang Zhaozhong for his own life. Of course, Zhang Zhaozhong, as a senior representative of Wall Street, understands that he has great power. After he has great power, his position in the negotiation is different. The specific negotiations, bargaining, investigation, calculation and review work in the early stage are all done by his subordinates.

The focus of my work is on the later stage, on finding loopholes, flaws, and faults.If the problem is trivial, just make some minor changes and report it directly; if the problem is fundamental, your own conclusion is the final conclusion of Wall Street. On the day they came to Coal City, all the subordinates devoted themselves to the specific work in the early stage.Zhang Zhaozhong, who is a senior representative of the project, is relatively relaxed.The more leisurely I was, the farther my thoughts drifted, even to Taiwan on the other side of the strait, to my father who was nearly eighty years old...

The person who most wanted to come to Meicheng was not himself, but his father. A few years after his father was born, his grandfather, a famous anti-Japanese general, died on the frontline battlefield. The bad news came and shocked the whole country.Kong Xiangxi, president of the Kuomintang Executive Yuan, who was a friend of his grandfather and a fellow villager, sent people to find the widows and orphans of the martyrs out of respect for his deceased friends, and made special arrangements and assistance.My grandmother raised my father until he was 18 years old. When my father went to Nanjing, he saw Kong Xiangxi, who was in power, and said only who he was.Kong Xiangxi then sent him to Central University to study finance and economics, and four years later, he was assigned to the Central Bank Gold Bureau under his control. In the spring of 1949, Fenghua Zhengmao’s father brought a large amount of gold to Taiwan, Did not come back either.

Coal City is my hometown, the place where my grandfather died for the country, the place where my father grew up, the place my father hated the most, and the place my father wanted to see the most.However, this dream of returning home has been going on for sixty years... The last time I came to Coal City, the government sent a box of Shanxi specialty - Fenjiu.During the Chinese New Year, he specially brought it back to Taiwan. His father gently opened it, took a sip slowly, and cried loudly: "This is the taste, this is the taste!" Seeing that my father loved his hometown so much, I asked curiously: "Many senior Kuomintang officials have gone back to their hometown to visit their relatives. Why don't you go back to Coal City?"

My father cried and said: "I want to go back, there is only one way: fight back! Otherwise, I am sorry for your grandfather, and I am sorry for our benefactor." "You mean Dean Kong Xiangxi and General Yan Xishan?" I understood the family's great benefactors. "Of course. Their coffins are all in Taiwan, and they didn't go back until they died. I can only die in Taiwan, and I don't want to have a drink with Enfu's opponent." At that moment, the father's expression was very firm: "Son, you have to remember: We are from Shanxi. What are Shanxi people? We are descendants of Guan Gong. Anyone can surrender to Cao Cao, but Guan Gong’s descendants cannot surrender. Besides, the Communist Party not only owes us blood debts, but also owes us great favors..."

... Just as he was thinking wildly, two people came in through the door with happy faces. "After famous generals, financial tycoons. Now everyone is talking about the talents among the newcomers. I think the most outstanding person among the newcomers is Representative Zhang, who controls hundreds of billions of investment funds on Wall Street, right?" With an exaggerated tone, you can feel that the mayor Li Lilin who can drink the most is coming, followed by a senior beauty in a western dress. "If you are not the mayor, I appreciate your openness and generosity; just because you are the mayor, I am wary, but whoever praises my mayor just wants to get what you most want from me." Development China In the market for many years, it is not uncommon for Zhang Zhaozhong to boast about the scene.

"Right now, our old mayor, Mr. Zhang Guojun, is accompanying your people to conduct a pre-project inspection. I want to accompany Representative Zhang to go out and have a look, get to know each other better, and make friends. Isn't there an old saying: There is no righteousness in business!" Li Lilin Speak an octave lower, and stop talking about those big and useless empty words. "What are you looking at?" Representative Zhang frowned, "Look at your coal mines that lay 'golden eggs' every day? Look at your steel factories that lay 'silver eggs' every day? Look at your slums that stretch as far as the eye can see. ? Look at your stinking 'cityscapes' again?" The old mayor had already taken him to visit key enterprises and important places in Coal City last time he came to investigate. "We want to cooperate with the World Bank just because we want to change these situations." Li Lilin showed his sincerity after a brief moment of embarrassment, "Besides, Zhang represents his ancestral home in Meicheng. Should we be open about it?" "Let's be generous?" Zhang Zhaozhong said seriously, "Do you know how I got into the position of Wall Street investment executive?" "I don't know." Li Lilin was not very clear about Zhang Zhaozhong's personal history. "Then let me tell you." Zhang Zhaozhong, who is elegant in appearance, said in an unexpectedly tough tone, "It is because I don't know how to operate in the world, how to operate in the dark, and how to open the net, the Wall Street board of directors trusts me, keeps promoting me, and keeps giving I have greater power. Got it?!" Li Lilin has seen many strange people, and he has no shortage of unique skills to deal with them.However, it was the first time, the first time, to face this strange Taiwanese American, and he couldn't stand it for a while. The woman in a western dress behind her took a step forward, blocking the embarrassed mayor behind her: "Representative Zhang, I have the same experience as yours: I was born in China and studied in the United States; now, relying on the United States, I entered China to develop. Want to hear my advice?" "Ah! The current government uses all its capabilities and talents." Zhang Zhaozhong sighed, "Next time, are you going to dig out my Harvard classmates and do my ideological work?" "You're really right. I also graduated from Harvard. But I didn't study finance, but sociology." The woman Shi Jiamin smiled lightly, "Harvard has two majors that are the most strange: one major is finance, and the graduates there , many of them dealt with the richest people in the world, and finally became bankers and accountants; another major is sociology, and many of the graduates of this major dealt with the poorest people in the world, and finally became philanthropists and Rescuers. I think that even though we have very different jobs, the most unsympathetic people should look on 'Harvard''s side, take my advice." "Alumni and Chinese, Chinese and alumni, you meet a bosom friend in thousands of miles, what do you think?" When the elegant Zhang Zhaozhong became interested, he uttered a doggerel. "Overseas people in Meicheng, especially the elderly, miss the ancient city gate, Mingxian School ruins and the old Guandi Temple the most. Don't you want to visit?" Shi Jiamin had a very clear purpose. He called him out and added The relationship with Li Lilin, "Not to mention anything else, next time you go back to Taiwan, you can tell your father about the current situation of these three old places." "Okay." Zhang Zhaozhong decided to go out for a walk because of his Harvard classmates. The ancient city gate located in the south of the city has recently been renovated, but the management has been neglected, and with Shi Jiamin's impromptu proposal, there is no time to make any preparations for cleaning.When the three arrived at the scene, what they saw was the most authentic original appearance: the ancient city gate is tall and majestic, with a solemn momentum.However, inside and outside the city gate, cigarette butts are thrown, garbage is everywhere, and there are even traces of urine on the bricks of the ancient city... "This is one of the most majestic city gates in northern China. It was built in the early years of the Ming Dynasty. For more than 600 years, many famous battles took place. Many famous people fought here. For example, the famous gate in the middle of the Ming Dynasty The patriotic hero Yu Qian was stationed here when he was the governor of Shanxi to prevent the invasion of Oirats..." The mayor Li Lilin proudly talked about the history of the ancient city gate, hoping to bring the guests into the memory of history, so as to forget the embarrassing scene in front of him. Women studying in the West are extremely sensitive to the environment.Before, just to divert the tiger away from the mountain, I randomly mentioned the three most famous places in the history of Coal City, and came out to visit and visit, focusing on exchanges and heart-to-heart exchanges.Who knew the scene was so dirty: "When I first arrived in the United States, Westerners laughed at us: the dirtiest and unhygienic place must be Chinese people, and I argued with them. Twenty years have passed, and China The economy has developed so much, how can the Chinese still casually 'piss on their ancestors'!" "It seems that those of us who have stayed abroad still have a common language." Zhang Zhaozhong changed his affection for women into a good impression, and said his intimate words, "The Communist Party came out of the mountains, even though it occupied the For so many years in China, the temper and habits of the mountain people have not changed at all.” Li Lilin was even more embarrassed than before. "What kind of temper?" Shi Jiamin didn't hear clearly for a moment, and asked back. "The temper and habits of the people in the mountains! Mayor, don't you don't like to hear it." Zhang Zhaozhong laughed, "Such a sacred place, just now the mayor introduced that the national hero Yu Qian has fought here, how can it be like this? Coal City, my hometown; Coal City, a famous historical and cultural city. It’s a pity that uneducated mountain people have built a first-class historical and cultural city into a third-rate modern city.” Li Lilin, who has always been conceited, heard these unpleasant words, tried his best to think about the ancient Han Xin and ancient Liu Bang, and the stories of the humiliation of the crotch and the grand banquet flashed before his eyes, reminding himself: those who have achieved great things in ancient times must endure what ordinary people cannot bear. "Let's go to the ruins of Mingxian School. It's in the center of the downtown area. There should be no problem with management." Shi Jiamin was eager to leave here. "It's up to the owner." After laughing at others enough, Zhang Zhaozhong continued to look for opportunities to laugh at them. Coal City is not big, and after more than half an hour, they arrived at the ruins of Mingxian School. Surrounded by 30-40-story high-rise buildings, the sunlight reflected by the glass curtain wall pierces people's eyes like a knife, which is very uncomfortable. The three of them saw vaguely: Although there was only one low courtyard here, it was trampled down by the surrounding giants.However, the ground is tidy, the courtyard is clean, and the inside is also spotless. The mayor Li Lilin was very pleased, and the first impression of the woman Shi Jiamin was also good. Zhang Zhaozhong, who was behind him, suddenly saw the inscription on the wooden sign hanging on the wall, and was immediately stunned. It was the inscription written by Kong Xiangxi, the head of the Executive Yuan of the Kuomintang: Shanxi Mingxian School. Mayor Li Lilin took the initiative to be a tour guide: "The founder of this school is the 'chaebol' Kong Xiangxi, one of the four major families of the Kuomintang. In the early 20th century, Kong Xiangxi, who returned from studying in the United States, did not enter the political arena at first. Instead, he took his newly married wife Song Ailing back to his hometown of Shanxi to engage in enlightenment education. With the support of the Americans, the couple established several Mingxian schools in their hometown of Shanxi to teach Western culture and science and technology. This is one of them. One, originally occupied an area of ​​more than 100 mu, but due to urban development..." "If I remember correctly, Mr. Ling is a graduate of this school." Shi Jiamin is a careful woman. Ever since she joined this special negotiating team, she has been studying everything in the photo. "Yes. I finally saw it." Zhang Zhaozhong not only did not deny it, but was so excited that he shed tears, "My father told me about Mingxian School in Meicheng since I was a child. I just had an impression in my mind and never saw it. Today I finally I saw it, I saw it." It can make people who are determined not to be lenient shed tears, proving that the scenic spots they recommend are indeed correct: "I also know that the founder of this school is the benefactor of your family." "You are absolutely right." Zhang Zhaozhong suddenly knelt under the wooden sign, "No matter how many Chinese people have prejudices against Mr. Kong, he is my grandfather's best friend and my father's benefactor after all. Three generations of us will never forget him! Back then, after my grandfather died in the country, it was Mr. Kong who gave my father the greatest help and arranged everything..." After finishing speaking in the picture of kneeling on the ground, he bowed three times to the wooden sign written by Kong Xiangxi and cried bitterly. Li Lilin and Shi Jiamin, who were standing next to each other, could finally relax from their tense nerves when they saw their opponents move emotionally and shed tears.Everyone knows that an emotional opponent is the easiest to let others break through his defense line emotionally. Feelings are the most priceless weight in major business negotiations.Li Lilin and Shi Jiamin felt that the balance of fate was tilting towards them at the same time. "Mr. Kong Xiangxi back then came back from the United States and invested in education in Coal City. In history, he was the first person to open his eyes to see the world, the first person to learn Western culture, and the first person to spread Western civilization!" In the emotional photo, after getting on the car, he slowly stabilized, staring at the tall buildings around the school, frowning, dazed. "Mr. Kong invested in education in Coal City back then. To put it bluntly, he invested in the future." Shi Jiamin took the opportunity to interject, "If there is no such school, there is no such excellent banker as your father." "You two don't sing together." Zhang Zhaozhong suddenly turned his gaze back from the tall buildings outside, "Do you understand what I dislike the Communist Party the most?" "I don't understand." Shi Jiamin said truthfully. "What is the most disgusting?" Mayor Li Lilin wanted to know the answer. "Say it!" The white face in the photo turned black. "We really can't figure it out." Mayor Li Lilin hasn't been with the other party for a long time. "Then I'll tell you: double-faced and three-faced, not loyal!" Zhang Zhaozhong blurted out, "From the trivial matter of Mingxian School, it can't be seen more clearly." Li Lilin thought about the meaning of these words, but did not answer right away. "A small school located in the cracks of high-rise buildings, how much does it have to do with the Communist Party? Is it worth your hatred?" Shi Jiamin went abroad when he was young and came back in middle age. "I would like to ask the mayor specifically about this question." Zhang Zhaozhong was not polite. "What's wrong with me?" Could it be that the tour guide speech just now or the evaluation of Mr. Kong made a mistake, which aroused the other party's anger.Li Lilin recalled everything he had said, and said to himself, "I'm really puzzled, I'm not wrong. Mr. Kong is indeed a big figure that cannot be ignored in the modern history of Coal City, and he has made great contributions to the introduction of Western culture in Coal City. .” "Is your evaluation from the heart?" Zhang Zhaozhong looked at him coldly. "From the bottom of my heart, there is absolutely no falsehood!" Mayor Li Lilin said unrelentingly. "So, Mr. Kong's contribution to Coal City is much stronger than those high-rise buildings outside the car?" Zhang Zhaozhong continued to ask. Mayor Li Lilin looked at the high-rise buildings outside: "Those things can be found in any city, and they are not uncommon. And Mr. Kong made a pioneering contribution in the modern history of the coal city, and those broken buildings are simply incomparable!" "You know the reason why I scolded the Communist Party for being double-faced and unfaithful." Zhang Zhaozhong reminded him again. Li Lilin reacted immediately, extremely ashamed. "What?" The wise woman was still in the dark. "On the one hand, the Communist Party puts Mr. Kong's achievement as greater and more important than anything else. But when it comes to the operational level of urban development, the most valuable cultural relics are crowded out by those worthless dilapidated buildings. I can't lift my head up, I can't breathe. This is not just a problem of urban planning, right?" Zhang Zhaozhong was very rude. Shi Jiamin suddenly realized, looking at Li Lilin, the mayor felt ashamed. Zhang Zhaozhong looked back at the invisible courtyard: "It turns out that Mingxian School, which covers an area of ​​more than 100 mu, has trained so many people in modern history, and has such a big signboard as Mr. Kong, but in the end, it didn't care about it. To a small place of fifty square meters, this is your urban plan?!" Shi Jiamin regretted that the second place was also recommended wrongly, and the mayor Li Lilin also realized that there are fatal problems in urban planning, which is the mainstay of urban development. The Old Guandi Temple, located outside the west gate of Meicheng, covers an area of ​​more than 50 acres, shaded by green trees, green bricks and yellow roofs, and has three courtyards, namely Jiangxiangyuan, Guangong Hall and Chunqiu Building. This old Guandi Temple was built in the early Ming Dynasty and has a history of more than 600 years.It has experienced vicissitudes of life and is full of antiquity.At the end of the Ming Dynasty and the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, famous scholars Fu Shan, Gu Yanwu and Dai Tingshi once held a secret meeting here and established an underground organization to oppose the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty; On the second day of February, big Shanxi merchants scrambled to sing operas for Mr. Guan, the bells rang and the food was eaten, and the family was happy, rich and peaceful, and it was very lively; There are still many relics of the Anti-Japanese War on display... Zhang Zhaozhong, the representative of the World Bank, was influenced by his father since he was a child, and he especially admired Guan Gong. Before coming to Guandi Temple, Zhang Zhaozhong deliberately returned to the hotel, took a bath, changed his clothes, and ordered his subordinates to prepare offerings, incense candles and alms.Taking this opportunity, Mayor Li Lilin specially called Director Li of the Bureau of Cultural Relics and told him to arrange personnel to clean the square, prepare for the sacrifice, and set off a good atmosphere for the event, so that the embarrassing scene of visiting the ancient city gate in the morning should never happen again. At three o'clock in the afternoon, accompanied by Mayor Li Lilin and Shi Jiamin, Zhang Zhaozhong came to the old Guandi Temple with a serious expression. Director Li of the Cultural Relics Bureau, who was born as a literati, received the notice in advance and prepared the event quite well: when the guests got off the car, the folk eight-tone club in the square played a unique sacrificial music; According to the specifications of the Qing Dynasty to welcome the emperor's anti-smuggling special envoy, the main hall is lined up with mighty men and brightly dressed maids.The sacrificial ceremony is the most spectacular: the drums and music on both sides are played together, the high platform is filled with flowers and offerings, the high candles are lit in the incense burner, and the clouds and smoke are filled. Singing aloud, looking up at the face of the gods, silently making a wish... Mayor Li Lilin, standing in front of the drumming team, saw such a grand and enthusiastic atmosphere. Although he didn't speak, he stretched out his thumb and secretly praised Director Li of the Cultural Relics Bureau for his effective work. "I'll tell you a secret." Shi Jiamin whispered behind the mayor. "With so many people present, what's the secret?" Li Lilin didn't look back. "Do you know how much incense money Representative Zhang gave Master Guan?" Shi Jiamin asked secretly. "Last time, the world-renowned big boss in Hong Kong came to sacrifice to Emperor Guan, and the price was only 100,000 yuan." Li Lilin once heard a report from the Director of the Bureau of Cultural Relics. "Representative Zhang took out ten times more than he did." Shi Jiamin got the news from the staff of the World Bank. "It seems that the most unkind banker is completely convinced in front of Guan Gong." Li Lilin was very pleased. "Guan Gong is the God of Wealth, how can anyone who does business not worship the God of Wealth!" Shi Jiamin's voice became lower and lower. "We're going to conclude this big deal. Director Li, I'll give you as much as you want!" Mayor Li Lilin patted his chest in front of the Director of the Bureau of Cultural Relics. "Mayor, Guandi Temple has never been short of money, from ancient times to the present." Director Li looked puzzled, "The ones who are really short of money are those dilapidated grottoes, temples, Buddha statues, and ancient city ruins, which are really going to rot in our hands." , and become a sinner in history.” "Lao Li, let me make a statement to you: the World Bank matter is over, and I will personally go to you for alms!" Li Lilin deeply felt that the mayor of the coal city was too heavy a burden, and he was asking for money everywhere. "You don't want to listen to me when I say something." Director Li was born as a cultural person, and sometimes he doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth. After being moved, he stepped down." The mayor was very upset, but Shi Jiamin laughed out loud. "What are you laughing at?" Li Lilin was furious. "Aren't you a charity? Don't you want money? I stepped down from the stage, and I went around with the two of you on crutches for alms." "With your words of begging for food, I feel at ease." Over the years, in order to fight for funds for cultural relics protection, Director Li almost broke his legs and worn out his mouth. The sacrificial activities lasted for more than an hour. After Zhang Zhaozhong finished everything and all the folk teams participating in the sacrifice retreated, Li Lilin took everyone to visit the "Sacrifice League Cultural Relics Exhibition" located in the Spring and Autumn Building behind the main hall. Mayor Li Lilin continued to be a special tour guide: "In those days, the 'Sacrifice for the National Salvation League' was a good example of cooperation between the KMT and the Communist Party. Yan Xishan and Kong Xiangxi contributed money and guns, and the Communist Party contributed people and efforts. They organized 190,000 outstanding young people, especially They were young intellectuals who joined the torrent of the Anti-Japanese War. This special team alone has trained a large number of outstanding talents for our party. There are more than 400 people, including Bo Yibo, Chai Zemin, An Ziwen, Liu Lantao, Yang Xiufeng, Xie Zhenhua, Cheng Zihua we are familiar with..." In the picture where the emotions were high just now, listening to Li Lilin's proud introduction, his face slowly darkened. Shi Jiamin, who is quick-eyed and careful, hints to the "tour guide" with a special look, not to introduce too much of her "proud family background", but also to consider the true feelings of others.Li Lilin immediately understood, and changed the subject: "The success of the 'Sacrifice League' is due to the special thanks to Mr. Yan, Mr. Kong, and a large number of sincere friends of the Communist Party... This is a photo of our sincere friends fighting with us back then. " In the photos with the background of the Kuomintang, he carefully looked at each yellowed and white historical relic like looking at his own old photos, and finally looked at a group photo with special attention.The front row of the group photo is full of radiant and heroic senior military generals, and the last row is full of messy-dressed but energetic soldiers. There is no doubt that they are the Eighth Route Army. Zhang Zhaozhong stared at the third person in the front row without moving his eyes. After a long time, his eyes became moist. "Your relatives?" Li Lilin sensed it. "This is my grandfather, who died on the Shanxi Anti-Japanese War." Zhang Zhaozhong's eyes were too wet, and he shed tears, "Mayor Li, I have a heartfelt request." "As long as you don't take it away! The Cultural Relics Law stipulates that historical cultural relics cannot be given away at will." Mayor Li understood his intention. "Copy two of them for me, and bring them back to Taiwan to show the old man." Zhang Zhaozhong said in a very gentle tone, "Of course, I won't ask you to help me in vain, and donate another half a million in cash. Protect it and pass it on to future generations." "Representative Zhang, you have already donated one million yuan." Director Li of the Bureau of Cultural Relics was a little embarrassed. "Just now, I donated it myself." Zhang Zhaozhong choked up, "This time, it was donated for my old man. It is also equivalent to burning incense money for my grandfather who died in the Shanxi Anti-Japanese War." "You have so much affection for Coal City, why don't you support us in major issues?" Mayor Li Lilin didn't want his little money. "Even Ma Ying-jeou is throwing an olive branch to the mainland, why are you so paranoid?" Shi Jiamin didn't understand either. "Because I am from Shanxi, my father said that Shanxi people are the descendants of Lord Guan. Anyone can surrender to Cao Cao, but the descendants of Guan Gong must not." Zhang Zhaozhong is a filial son, and he keeps his father's words in mind. "The Kuomintang and the Communist Party used to be the closest comrades-in-arms, and the 'Sacrifice League' is a clear proof." Li Lilin wanted to continue to persuade him, "Mr. Lien Chan, the honorary chairman of the Kuomintang, has shaken hands with our Chairman Hu in the Great Hall of the People, and they have reconciled. , why are you still so stubborn?" "It's because of the 'Sacrifice League'!" Zhang Zhaozhong's eyes suddenly showed hatred. "What's wrong with the 'Sacrifice League'? It's a model of the anti-Japanese united front." Shi Jiamin felt that Representative Zhang in front of him was incredible. "During the 'Sacrifice League', the Kuomintang and the Communist Party can shake hands; a while ago, Chairman Lian and Chairman Hu shook hands; why can't we shake hands?" Mayor Li Lilin felt puzzled, "Did the 'Sacrifice League' hurt you?" "Of course." Zhang Zhaozhong burst into anger, "General Yan and President Kong couldn't forgive themselves for supporting the establishment of the 'Sacrifice League' until they were dying!" Director Li of the Bureau of Cultural Relics was shocked. Mayor Li Lilin was completely desperate. Negotiation consultant and senior beauty Shi Jiamin looked like a loyal listener, with her head up, without interrupting, with focused eyes, quietly listening to the cry in the photo. You know, being good at listening to a wronged man is also a powerful weapon for a woman.Because when a man is most sad, he needs the power of motherhood to comfort him most. It was Shi Jiamin, this woman's casual behavior and non-partisan vision made Zhang Zhaozhong, who was isolated and helpless, suddenly found a "confidant" among the crowd. The following words were almost for her to hear alone, and she was almost talking to her non-stop, almost treating her as the savior of the soul... "Miss Shi, am I right?" Zhang Zhaozhong finished speaking, only looking at her. Mayor Li Lilin felt a little uncomfortable. "Repaying kindness and paying attention to integrity is always the righteousness of the nation." On this special occasion, only the Chinese-American Shi Jiamin could give him an affirmative answer. The other two Communist Party officials, especially the mayor Li Lilin, were in a dilemma. stable. "Since you think what I said is reasonable, tomorrow's event, as long as you accompany me alone." Zhang Zhaozhong said casually. The Director of the Bureau of Cultural Relics understands that the guest is not willing to be with senior officials of the Communist Party, and his mood is understandable.The mayor, Li Lilin, was suddenly stunned. "Mayor, our family has given the greatest support to the Communist Party. Are you so stingy if you want a woman from you who is not a member of the Communist Party?" Zhang Zhaozhong sensed something and deliberately laughed at him. "This... this... this..." Li Lilin kept hesitating, unintentionally revealing a huge "secret". "If Coal City needs the support of the World Bank, I also need your support. I like Miss Shi, who is as gentle as jade. She not only needs to accompany me in Coal City, but also to the United States and Taiwan!" Bankers take politicians' unique way of revenge. "In my mind, Representative Zhang is elegant, upright, and won't do those vulgar things." Li Lilin reacted, but he was very stingy, "I heard that Wall Street is more serious than the Communist Party in dealing with officials with scandals." !" "Wall Street has been struggling alone for so many years. What I want most is to find a wonderful woman with the same background, similar age, and similar qualities to form a good relationship and return home." Said: Suddenly looking back, that person is in a dimly lit place. Isn’t that right? Miss Shi, the lover of my dreams.” "I have become the 'trophy' of your Kuomintang and the Communist Party." Shi Jiamin saw such a scene, and the vanity of the woman was satisfied to the greatest extent, "Also, the 'beauty trap' of Mr. success." "We're talking about business, not about other things..." Although Li Lilin drank and behaved like a hero, he also had a very narrow place. "You are here to discuss business with me, and I am here to find a confidante." Zhang Zhaozhong's negotiating methods are indeed unusual, "If you want to discuss business, continue the discussion with the people below me tomorrow. And I..." "What do you want? My Representative Zhang!" Mayor Li Lilin couldn't laugh or cry, "And you, Shi Jiamin, that's not how 'beauty tricks' are played!" "I'm from Coal City, so I fell into the mayor's 'beauty trick'. I want to take Miss Shi back to my hometown tomorrow." The more Zhang Zhaozhong said, the more relaxed he became. Li Lilin was so angry that he threw down a man and a woman on the spot, got into the car with a shake of his head, and left in a hurry! In the photo on the back, Shi Jiamin looked at each other and laughed heartily.