Chapter 1235 Colorful Black

Back at the Palme d'Or, at the gate, an Aston Martin parked at the gate, and the exhaust pipes were gushing out.

Lin Jiaojiao's Audi, as if invisible, quietly parked aside.

In the Palme d'Or, luxury cars are everywhere, and Aston Martin is not too dazzling. It's just that the color of the car is very strange, and it looks like it has been remodeled.

"Boss, someone really turned the car into colorful black. This taste is amazing!" Su Yun looked at the car and couldn't help laughing.

"It's probably someone who is looking for Sister Lin." Zheng Ren said, "Yiren, I'll go down and have a word with Sister Lin first."

"Well." Xie Yi glanced at the car, showing no interest. Stop the car, let Zheng Ren go first, and Su Yun gets out of the car with him. Volvo quietly drove into the underground garage.

"Sister Lin." When Zheng Ren got out of the car, Lin Jiaojiao had already seen Xie Yi's Volvo. She walked out of the Aston Martin and introduced with a smile, "Boss Zheng, this is Mr. Meng."

Standing beside Lin Jiaojiao was a man with gray hair who looked to be fifty years old.

He was about 1.6 meters tall, squat, and he was almost as tall as he was standing vertically.

Su Yun couldn't help but laugh, but no matter who this person was, it was always impolite to laugh in person, so he could only hold back hard.

But looking back on that day's white, long and straight thighs, and the cube in front of him, Su Yun couldn't help but sigh, money is really omnipotent.

"Mr. Meng, hello." Zheng Ren stretched out his hand and pretended to be enthusiastic.

"Hello, Boss Zheng." Mr. Meng held out his hand reservedly, shook hands with Zheng Ren, and released it.

He then reached into his pocket and took out a handkerchief.

"Mr. Meng?" Lin Jiaojiao's eyelids jumped.

In order to prevent accidents, Lin Jiaojiao deliberately warned many times. But it was fine just now, so this guy made trouble for himself.

"Oh." Mr. Meng realized that what seemed to be wrong, then wiped off the sweat that didn't exist with a handkerchief, and said, "Boss Zheng, I'll trouble you about that day."

After speaking, he put the handkerchief back.

Su Yun looked at her and shook her head. Lin Jiaojiao had to deal with these colorful upstarts every day. I'm afraid it would be very hard. However, with her business level, she is still in the primitive accumulation stage, so this kind of hard work must be eaten.

"Oh, it's okay, just watched the movie." Zheng Ren said with a gentle smile.

"I just came back from abroad. I can't help it. I was entangled in a big business. Thanks to Xiao Lin for helping me get in touch." Mr. Meng said flatly.

This is a kind of light pretense, but next to the colorful black, no matter how you look at it, it feels funny.

"Mr. Meng took the child to see it today, and it's the same as Boss Zheng's diagnosis. I didn't say anything about the milk, but I advised Mr. Meng to be obedient." Lin Jiaojiao smiled.

Su Yun pouted, and just as he was about to speak, Zheng Ren seemed to know what he wanted to do, and said directly, "Oh, that's very hard. Sister Lin, I'll go back first if I'm okay."

The short fat man frowned, his eyebrows were very thin, as if there were none, only to see two flesh worms squirming gently under his forehead.

"Boss Zheng, this is a little thank you, thank you for your diagnosis." The short fat man took out a black bag from the car and looked at the sign, it belonged to LV.

The bag was heavy, and Humpty Dumpty struggled to hold it.

"Pfft~" Su Yun finally couldn't hold back and came out with joy.

"What do you mean?" The short fat man asked, staring at Su Yun, unable to hang his face.

"Mr. Meng, Mr. Meng, there is no other meaning. It's just such a big bag of cash. Is it heavy? Someone asked to send cash last time. I think it's too troublesome." Su Yun's words sounded mild, but his expression But it made President Meng want to jump up and slap him in the face.

"What do you mean?" Mr. Meng still held back and asked coldly.

"Mr. Meng, let me tell you, if you are pretending to be coercive with cash, you'd better have a subordinate. You can see that Zou Jiahua from Xiangjiang is doing very well. They are the housekeeper and the secretary looking for someone to deliver the cash. More than a dozen When the box is opened, it is quite imposing." Su Yun smiled, not concealing his contempt, "You are too low."

Lin Jiaojiao's face changed, a little ugly. I was afraid that something would happen to me, and I told Boss Meng countless times beforehand, but he even threw money at Boss Zheng without telling himself?

If half a year ago, when I gave diced radishes myself, I'm afraid this trick might be useful. But now, it's really useless.

Lin Jiaojiao was speechless, forget it, as long as you don't fight, Boss Zheng will look back and make up for it himself.

"Who are you talking about?" Mr. Meng's expression suddenly changed.

"Zou Jiahua, do you know?" Su Yun smiled and said, "If you say that traditional culture is in Xiangjiang, it is indeed the case. Mr. Meng, if you have time to learn from others, you colorful black person is not serious."

Saying that, Zheng Ren patted Su Yun on the shoulder, smiled at Lin Jiaojiao, and said, "Sister Lin, it's okay, we'll go back."

Lin Jiaojiao nodded quickly, pretending she didn't see Mr. Meng's ugly expression, and said with a smile, "Well, I'm just here to say thank you, Boss Zheng doesn't have time, so I'll talk about it another day."

"Mr. Zheng? Are you waiting for me?" Song Ying got out of a commercial vehicle, followed by two people in white chef uniforms, carrying many ingredients that Zheng Ren had just asked for.

"Oh, a friend came to see a doctor." Zheng Ren saw that it was Song Ying, and greeted him with a smile.

"Huh? Isn't this Xiao Meng?" Song Ying actually knew that person. He glanced at the Aston Martin painted in colorful black, and smiled, "Xiao Meng, it's just right to ask Mr. Zheng to see a doctor."

"Song... Brother Song." The short fat man surnamed Meng changed his face and leaned over with a flattering smile, "This is you?"

"Boss Zheng ordered the ingredients, why don't I bring them over as soon as possible?" Song Ying smiled and said, "Have you finished watching your illness?"

"It's over, it's over." He wanted to bend over, and tried very hard to bend, but in theory, the cube couldn't be bent.

Seeing that Zheng Ren and Su Yun were already going home, Song Ying knew what to do, and said, "Then go back quickly, I'll deliver things to Boss Zheng."

As he said that, he took two chef subordinates and followed Zheng Ren into the Palme d'Or.

"Manager Song, do you know Mr. Meng just now?"

"I met a few years ago. He offended someone. Someone interceded with me and set up a table and a head of wine." Song Ying said with a smile: "A person like Xiaomeng is a rich man in the countryside. I haven't seen anything in the world. I helped him a little last time and said I would like to thank me, but I can't see any shadows yet."

Song Ying said lightly.

Zheng Ren smiled. Manager Song didn't seem to be a simple person.

"Manager Song, don't run away in person next time, just find someone below to deliver it." Zheng Ren said.

"When I got home, I brought someone here by the way, so I don't have to worry about it again." Song Ying said with a smile.

Seeing several people walking into the Palme d'Or, Lin Jiaojiao's eyes gradually became complicated.

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Recommend a book, "The Age of Great Beauty" by the old author Zhongqiu Yueming. The cover is the most special I have seen in many years, baring teeth. When I was driving, I read more than ten chapters, the writing was smooth and old, and I put it on the bookshelf.