PDLP Chapter 675 I Don't Know What They Mean
Chapter 675 I Don't Know What They Mean
Ye Qiusheng didn't go back to the St. Regis Hotel that night, and the Prince Wang didn't realize his wish to snatch Ye Qiusheng's room. After enjoying a meticulous men's spa, Ye Qiusheng fell asleep on the massage table.
Sleep soundly!
Two beautiful technicians in disposable bath suits quietly exited the room.
Cao Meng went in and took a look at the boss. She tucked the drooping corner of the quilt under the mattress, and then went to the door to look at the air-conditioning control panel, and raised the room temperature of 22 degrees by 4 degrees before exiting the room.
Not long after, Prince Wang and Li Daqing came out from other rooms and wanted to go in to find Ye Qiusheng, but they were stopped by Yang Zhendong and others.
"I'm sorry Mr. Wang, Mr. Li, the boss is asleep, please don't disturb."
Yang Zhendong spoke very politely, but his tone was firm, leaving no room for negotiation.
Prince Wang and Li Daqing had no choice but to go back to their room resentfully. They might not be able to leave tonight, so they might as well add a few more services.
At around 2 o'clock in the middle of the night, Chai Yong called, and Cao Meng answered it. She didn't dare to make a decision, so she handed the phone to Yang Zhendong.
Yang Zhendong told Boss Chai that the boss is sleeping. If it is an emergency, he can go in and wake him up. However, the boss may lose his temper. The boss has not had a good rest these days and just slept well. If...
In fact, what he said by this is "If there is no emergency, don't disturb the boss's rest."
In his cognition, no one can disturb the boss to rest for no reason.
Chai Yong on the other side of the phone smiled helplessly.
Yang Zhendong and the others are his soldiers in name, but they won't listen to his transfers at all, as the saying goes, the generals in foreign countries will not accept their orders, not to mention the salary is paid by Ye Qiusheng.
He made this phone call to tell Ye Qiusheng what was happening in the "wheel squat", and wanted to ask him when he would return to Kyoto. He wanted to meet Ye Qiusheng to study the next course of action.
Since it wasn't an emergency, he couldn't force Yang Zhendong to ask Ye Qiusheng to get up to answer the phone, so he told Yang Zhendong to call Ye Qiusheng back when he woke up. Biqu library
Ye Qiusheng didn't wake up until after 9 o'clock.
It can be said that he had a good night's sleep because of the spa treatment he had experienced for the first time. The extreme service made him fully relieved physically and mentally, and the tension of many days was completely released.
One word, "comfortable".
After tidying up carefully, he packed up and left the lounge.
"Boss, breakfast is ready, should we go now?"
Cao Meng, who was waiting outside the door, came over and said.
She spent the night in the room next door, and didn't sleep well at all. She woke up early in the morning. If she hadn't put on makeup, her eye circles would be dark.
But she was much better than Yang Zhendong. Yang Zhendong didn't sleep all night, and he took half of the bodyguards to guard the door, not daring to be negligent.
"In the past, what about Prince Wang and Daqing?" Ye Qiusheng asked as he walked.
"Are they waiting for you in the restaurant?" Cao Meng said beside him.
"Oh, they didn't eat?"
"When I came out of the restaurant, they hadn't moved their chopsticks yet, and they said they were waiting for you to come together."
"I'm really interested."
"Boss, Zhong Chai Radical called you at two o'clock last night." Yang Zhendong, who was walking on the other side of Ye Qiusheng, said. Biqu library
"What's up?"
"I don't know. He said he will call him when you wake up."
"Oh." Ye Qiusheng nodded.
Chai Yong should have told him about the "wheel squat", so he reached for his cell phone from Cao Meng and dialed it to Chai Yong.
The bell rang twice and answered.
"Xiaoye, wake up." Chai Yong said.
"What's the matter boss?" He asked knowingly.
"Did you watch the news?"
"Not yet, don't you have time, I haven't eaten yet."
"Well, I'll watch the news later, by the way, when are you going back to Kyoto?"
"Leave after dinner."
"After arriving in Kyoto, come to the headquarters."
"Don't be in such a hurry."
"What's the matter, what's the matter?"
"After arriving in Kyoto, I want to see Wang Kanglin. I have made an appointment a long time ago. His son and I will return to Kyoto by car."
"Wang Sichong?"
"Yes."
"Why did you go together?"
"What does it mean to go together, boss, can you do it?"
"That's not what I meant. Forget it, I don't understand economic matters either, but don't let this delay your business."
Ye Qiusheng frowned.
He doesn't because what he wants to do is not business.
A group of people came to the door of the restaurant. Ye Qiusheng didn't go in immediately, but went to the opposite window. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he looked at the lush hills and the green paths in the mountains.
A girl in a red tracksuit runs on a trail.
A fiery red shuttles through the green, flickering.
"Boss, I can tell the difference."
"That's good. Let's put it this way. The matter between you and Wang Kanglin will be postponed for a while. The next step of countermeasures cannot be done without your participation. Do you understand what I mean?"
"Of course I understand, well,
I went straight there when I arrived in Kyoto. "
"Okay, come to my office."
"ok."
After hanging up Chai Yong's phone call, Ye Qiusheng stood in front of the window for another two minutes, until the flaming red could no longer be seen, and then turned back into the restaurant.
...
On the way back to the capital, Ye Qiusheng didn't give Wang Gongzi a chance to ride in the same car. He asked Yang Zhendong to spare an off-road vehicle for Wang Gongzi.
Driving on the highway, Ye Qiusheng opened the browser to read the news.
The first article recommended to him by the intelligent algorithm was the news about the "wheel squatting" being attacked by lightning. This news came from Pubo News, which is a semi-official and semi-private media.
This new headline is particularly eye-catching.
"In Zhang Juzuo's words, God predicted that the headquarters of a certain organization was destroyed by lightning"
The article first introduces a long passage of what Zhang Zhong said in the program "Zhang Juzuo Talks about the King's Affairs", and then reports in detail the tragic scene of the "wheel squatting" being attacked by lightning, and at the same time quotes a lot about Xifang media. A description of the disaster scene, accompanied by photographs of the scene.
It can be said that its tragic and tragic is shocking.
It can also be said that mourning is everywhere, and there is a mess.
"Wheel squat" is no longer known as the center of "Gull Boat". On this day, there will be no place for "wheel squat" in the bustling city, just like Damascus after being bombed by Damei.
Finally, the article also quotes some equally shocking data.
For example, more than 5,000 landmark buildings were destroyed and collapsed by lightning, how many people were injured and injured, and how much economic loss was.
Although it is not as tragic as the Daohua earthquake, it is similar.
Seeing this, Ye Qiusheng felt sad.
This is not the purpose of his fabricating this news, he just wants mi6 to be punished as it should be, and he doesn't want to hurt other innocent people.
That is to say, there is no way to communicate with the host of the webpage, otherwise he would have to ask the host of the webpage, "How did it become like this?"
After reading the full text, he flipped through the comments of netizens below.
Dalongguo netizens were not all applauded.
Many netizens are rational and humane. They prayed for the victims of the "wheel squatting" victims, prayed for the injured people, and even issued a prayer of "I hope there will never be disasters in the world".
The people of Dalong Kingdom are a kind nation with a heart like a bodhisattva.
However, among the countless prayers, there is always a sentence interspersed among them, "This is a beautiful landscape".
I don't know what it means.