"You won't be lonely today. You definitely won't be alone. You won't be fighting alone."
This was Li He's last consolation. Xiong Haizhou's death had little to do with him.
When the last group of players who received the "flowers" were anxiously looking for their next target, the final whistle suddenly blew without warning.
The central government announced the termination of the listing of real estate companies and the complete control of bank funds entering the real estate industry. Xiong Haizhou definitely wouldn't be the only one jumping off the building tonight.
As he smoked, he finally saw the red dot on his toes. It was so glaring that it made him very uncomfortable.
He threw away the cigarette butt, took off his shoes, picked up a rag, and wiped it vigorously.
He Fang came in and said, "Put it there. I'll wipe it for you when I have time."
"I have nothing to do anyway. I'm just idle." Li He felt that he couldn't wipe it clean no matter how hard he tried. Instead, he used more force.
He Fang was still smiling, but when she spoke, she gritted her teeth. "I'm standing right in front of you. How can you say that you have nothing to do?"
"Ah …" Li He lay flat on the bed. He opened his eyes slightly and saw her unbuttoning her skirt.
The wind and waves surged between the two of them.
It was as if there were knives and swords under He Fang's body. She could only rise and fall like the waves and could never land on the ground. With a spurt of energy, the two slender legs below trembled, causing Li He to tremble together with them.
The relationship between husband and wife had entered a new era.
Li He suddenly had the urge to laugh out loud. Finally, there would be a day when he would beg him.
However, this harmony didn't last for a few days. He Fang received the news that Xiong Haizhou had committed suicide. She couldn't stop sighing for the whole day.
"Why did a good person have to force himself into a dead end?"
"The business world is a battlefield. There is life and death. If one day I end up like that, I might as well not live." Li He was also thinking about whether he would have the courage to start all over again if his fate wasn't good.
Actually, he was a very flexible person. He could fall like a puddle of mud, but he could also keep working hard.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" After all, he was her man. He Fang quickly put aside Xiong Haizhou and comforted Li He. "Don't think too much about other things. We've been through all kinds of hardships. No matter what, it's still better than before."
"Of course." Li He smiled proudly.
Li He almost didn't recognize the three test cars when they stopped in front of him after running for 20,000 kilometers.
The fault lights kept flashing, the tires were off course, the odometer was not moving, the filter was blocked, the handbrake pad was almost worn out, and the wire was loose. When you turn the steering wheel, the tires don't necessarily follow.
There was no exception among the three cars. It was simply terrible.
However, he was comforted by the fact that the sound of the engine was still very stable. There was no tremor or noise. As soon as he stepped on the accelerator, it would burst forth with great power.
He climbed down to take a look at the chassis. There was no sign of rust at all. The suspension was so thick, and there were no signs of loosening. This was a gene from the Soviet Union.
Only then did he feel that the money spent on the Gorky Engine Factory was worth it.
In some areas, it wasn't a lack of money or technology, it was a lack of accumulation.
"Boss Li, this car is much better than the others. Old Yang said that some data can be adjusted, and it won't be a big problem." Zhu Dacheng was still on Yang Yong's side.
"Send it back. I'll give him a call." Li He shook his head. This kind of car could not be put on the market. Otherwise, the brand would be ruined.
Just as he was considering whether to make a trip to Xiaoshan, a call came in. Wu had been shot in America and was being treated for emergency treatment.
Before he could react, Zhao Qing was already crying in front of his house, hugging He Fang.
Li He did not comfort Zhao Qing. He only said to Zhang Bing, "Let Jiang Baojian handle the visa. At the same time, let him call Ivanov. We must ensure Wu Bo's safety."
This kind of difficult matter had to be handled by Jiang Baojian. After all, he did not have many decent people under him. As for Guo Fuxing, he had yet to prove his honesty and reliability.
"Alright, I'll call him now." Because of Dong Hao's taciturn personality, the job of answering calls fell to Zhang Bing. Other than driving, he was helping Li He answer calls and make calls.
He was almost certain that in the entire business world, there were countless people constantly calling Li He's mobile phone. They were always trying to curry favor with him or get a share of the pie.
Therefore, every time he cut off a call, another call would immediately come in, overwhelming him.
Not only did Li He not know these people, but he had also never heard of many of their names.
Once the call went through, many people immediately thought that it was Li He. Their tone was extremely warm and sincere. When they found out that he was just a part-time secretary, they did not lose their enthusiasm and continued to greet him politely.
He was so annoyed that he wanted to smash the phone. However, he couldn't do that. He still had to deal with them and tell them why the owner of the phone couldn't answer the phone. For example, Boss Li was in the toilet, Boss Li was in a meeting, or Boss Li was having a banquet. He had to find a way to cover up for Li He.
The phone had to be connected 24/7, and he could not refuse to answer calls. There might be a call from an important person, and that would be a waste of time. There was no end to the phone calls, not even during the afternoon.
In order to deal with these calls, he even wanted to give up on eating, if he could really give up.
In the past, he had heard people say that they were afraid to answer the phone because their ears would hurt if they listened to too many calls.
At that time, he thought that it was too exaggerated, but now he knew that it was true. Although his ears did not hurt, they were already numb. There were a few times when he was so annoyed that he wanted to muster up the courage to tell Li He, "I can't do this job anymore. I'll just obediently be your driver."
However, his rationality told him that it was impossible. If he continued to be a sloppy person, he was destined to be a useless person for the rest of his life. He could only endure it slowly.
Moreover, Ding Shiping and Wan Liangyou had already warned him that if he relaxed even a little, they would dare to skin him alive. It was not only for Li He, but also for his future.
Li Aijun and Lan Shifang were extremely arrogant just because Li He saw them in a different light.
Even Wang Yuan, who had helped Li He a little, was now floating in the sky.
These were all comrades from the same starting point. Zhang Bing was not a monk without any desires.
Zhang Bing was not a monk without any desires. He also wanted to make progress. He had a wife and a child to support. He also fantasized that when he settled down, he could bring his wife and child to live in the city.
"Little Li He, I'll go with you." Zhao Qing looked at Li He with tears in her eyes.
"Try to apply for a visa first." Li He looked at Zhao Qing awkwardly. In her current situation, it would take some time for her to go out. It was destined that she would not be able to go with him.
On the other hand, the visas for Li He's group were processed very quickly. After Jiang Baojian arrived, he only needed to submit the documents. He did not even need to queue up. Special cases were special.
In this subtle way, Li He finally discovered his status.
However, it was only this status. Before private enterprises were fully recognized, he could only be considered as such. Even Li Chaoren could suppress him. He often fantasized that after a few years, a name card wouldn't be able to fit the title of a person like him.
A heavy fog enveloped New York. The tall buildings in New York disappeared into the thick fog. The statue of the goddess was surrounded by the fog, looking like she was riding on a cloud.
Ivanov was stared at by Li He the moment he got off the plane. He did not dare to speak for a long time.
"Thank you, Mr. Ivanov." Li He had reasons to blame Ivanov, but he could not change his direction. All of their Polar Region Printing's business in the United States basically relied on Ivanov and others to spare no effort in helping them. Otherwise, it would be difficult for them to make any progress. "Thank you very much, thank you for your help."
"You're welcome. This is what I should do." Ivanov's English was barely fluent. While he shook hands with Xiang, he looked at Li He from time to time.
"How is he?" This was the question Li He was most concerned about.
"He's awake." Ivanov only said one sentence in English, but he did not know how to express himself. His face was flushed, and a lot of Russian came out.
Bafra helped to translate, "The doctor said that Mr. Wu's injury is not serious. The surgery has been completed, and he will be fine once he wakes up."
"That's good." Li He's heart was finally at ease. Only then did he have the mood to get on the car.
The fog was thick, and many buildings were covered in thick fog. Only the top and bottom of a skyscraper could be seen. The middle part was covered by thick fog. The whole building seemed to be divided into two parts.
"Mr. Li, that is the World Trade Center." Bafra, who was sitting in the passenger seat, had been in New York for a long time. She naturally introduced it to Li He.
Li He could not see anything in the thick fog.
The World Trade Center that Bafra pointed at was also high up in the clouds, making it difficult to see its true appearance.
The car drove very slowly in this weather. It took more than two hours to arrive at Mount Sinai Hospital where Wu Bo was staying.
In front of the ward, there were more than a dozen men in black, white, and brown. When they saw Ivanov, they all stood up at the same time.
The doctor stopped Li He and others who wanted to enter the ward. Li He asked about Wu Bo's injury again. After confirming that it was not a serious problem, he let out a long sigh of relief.
He looked into the ward through the glass and saw Wu Bo lying on the bed breathing oxygen. All kinds of medical tubes extended into his quilt.
He turned to Jiang Baojian and said, "Call Zhang Bing and tell him that Wu Bo is fine."
Zhao Qing and He Fang were still anxiously waiting for news. Li He naturally wanted them to be at ease first.
After smashing it for a while, he realized that something was wrong. He was so anxious that he forgot to smoke on the way.
Because of the WHO's call and request for all airlines in the world to ban smoking on civil airliners, he really didn't have the opportunity to smoke on the plane. However, under normal circumstances, unless it was an old Soviet plane with a rear cabin, he wouldn't smoke on the plane.
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