Starting from Nanyue City to Pengcheng, it is only more than 100 kilometers. In two hours, we have entered the boundary of Pengcheng.

The annual meeting of Changxingju Real Estate Company is tomorrow, and a high-level gathering has been arranged tonight. Jiang Xiaobai also took the opportunity to strengthen his relationship with the senior management of Changxingju Real Estate Company. Being a boss in China is different from that in foreign countries. It is not cold. The relationship between superiors and subordinates is more about emotions.

Even if it's not much, there must be some.

At the dinner, Jiang Xiaobai didn't talk about work, but talked about Jian Libao's annual meeting. He dryly asked Wang Meng, wouldn't the annual meeting of Changxingju Real Estate Company be like this tomorrow?

Wang Meng was a little embarrassed. Don't tell me, he really arranged it like this. He was not a fun person. His past experience determined that he could not be fun.

There is no artistic talent either.

But after Jiang Xiaobai said this, Wang Meng would definitely not arrange it like this, and immediately said that he had arranged for someone to perform the show.

"I think it would be better for you to do it in person. I remember when we were joining the queue to become educated youths, didn't you know how to sing some songs?" Jiang Xiaobai said with a smile.

As Jiang Xiaobai spoke, he suddenly slapped his thigh and remembered: "Calling the moon represents my heart, right?"

Wang Meng's face suddenly turned red and he quickly denied it: "Dr. Jiang, what did you say? Where, it happened so many years ago, I have long forgotten it."

The other senior executives at the dinner table looked over with interest one by one. Unexpectedly, Mr. Wang, who is usually serious and carefree, actually has such a side and likes to sing love songs.

Jiang Xiaobai didn't care about Wang Meng's wink, but said with a serious face: "How could you forget, Teresa Teng's cover of the song "The Moon Represents My Heart". Back then, they said it was a melodious sound and they were not allowed to be sung. You It’s not about singing secretly. There’s no such thing anymore. Let it go. Let’s sing it completely. Why are you being so fickle? At this annual meeting, everyone needs to be happy, put down their airs, and have a good time. That’s it. , you will go on stage tomorrow to sing a song for everyone."

Jiang Xiaobai made the decision on the spot, then turned to look at several senior executives and asked: "Which of you will be responsible for tomorrow's annual meeting?"

"Director Jiang, I..." a vice president stood up and said.

Jiang Xiaobai waved his hand and motioned for the other party to sit down: "In this case, there is no problem in adding this program to the annual meeting process tomorrow, right?"

"No problem at all." The vice president said with a smile. Jiang Xiaobai took the lead in joking, and they, the vice presidents, were of course happy to make fun of him.

Wang Meng had a dark look on his face: "Dr. Jiang, I didn't even agree to this. Besides, I haven't even rehearsed. Is it appropriate to just go up and sing?"

"It's appropriate, especially appropriate. Let everyone appreciate your singing voice, hahaha..."

Jiang Xiaobai smiled, and the atmosphere at the dinner table became harmonious. The vague barriers between the vice presidents and Jiang Xiaobai were completely gone.

After dinner, Zhang Tingting, Li Longquan and others went to stay in a hotel, while Jiang Xiaobai stayed at Wang Meng's house.

Li Beibei hasn't rested yet, waiting for Jiang Xiaobai to come over.

"Brother Xiaobai,"

"Beibei, haven't you rested yet?"

"Waiting for you. I haven't seen you for a long time. Of course I want to chat for a while. I copied two dishes. You can drink some more and we can have a good chat." Li Beibei said kindly.

"Hahaha, okay." Jiang Xiaobai smiled and nodded. When Li Beibei called Uncle Bai, Uncle Xiaobai, when Jiang Xiaobai faced Li Beibei, he always felt like he was looking at his niece.

If he hadn't been with Wang Meng, he wouldn't have been able to continue calling him Uncle Xiaobai. Now he would probably still be called Uncle Xiaobai.

Changxingju's headquarters is in Pengcheng. It settled in Pengcheng many years ago and developed various projects in Pengcheng. The place where the person in charge, Wang Meng, lives is certainly not small.

It was also a villa area, even bigger than Jiang Xiaobai's villa in Magic City. After the three of them sat down in the restaurant, they started chatting casually.

Without outsiders present, the conversation became more comfortable. Jiang Xiaobai asked about Li Laosan's physical condition. Li Beibei looked a little sad. Jiang Xiaobai immediately understood that this old man was getting older. No matter how rich he was, his life would be better.

Well, the body will also age day by day.

Early the next morning, Zhang Tingting and Li Longquan came to Wang Meng's house to give Jiang Xiaobai the clothes passed down today.

Jiang Xiaobai is attending the annual meeting of Changxingju Real Estate Company. Changxingju Real Estate Company has also invited some media to attend. If Jiang Xiaobai is not dressed appropriately, what implications may be drawn.

Originally, Zhao Xiaojin didn't pay too much attention to this aspect. After all, Zhao Xiaojin was from a wild background, and she didn't understand anything about clothing and the like.

Basically, Jiang Xiaobai can wear whatever he likes. Except for attending certain important meetings and the like, Jiang Xiaobai will be given formal attire. Everything else is basically very casual.

But Zhang Tingting is different. She is very sensitive to this aspect. She feels that if Jiang Xiaobai does not pay enough attention to what he wears, it may make the employees of Changxingju Real Estate Company feel that Jiang Xiaobai does not pay enough attention to Changxingju Real Estate Company.

After all, Jiang Xiaobai came to Pengcheng and Changxingju Real Estate Company for a short time. The time to meet with the employees of Changxingju Real Estate Company was short, so the meeting should be more formal.

On the contrary, if Jiang Xiaobai attends the annual meeting of the subsidiary company in Shanghai, he can be more casual. After all, he can see everyone in Shanghai from time to time.

Jiang Xiaobai was basically obedient. Zhang Tingting had already prepared her clothes, so he would not refuse.

After changing clothes, the motorcade slowly walked towards the hotel. Yes, this year Changxingju Real Estate Company directly placed the address of the annual meeting in the hotel.

Jiang Xiaobai looked at the scenery outside the car window and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He said that the development of Magic City has changed rapidly in recent years, and it looks different every day. In fact, the development in Pengcheng is the fastest.

From a small fishing village to the current international metropolis, it is really a place full of miracles and dreams.

The ten-year history looks at Pengcheng, the century-old history looks at the Magic City, the thousand-year history looks at the capital city, the three-thousand-year history looks at Xi'an, and the five-thousand-year history looks at the Three Jin Dynasties.

Over the past decade or so, the development and changes of Pengcheng are a microcosm of domestic development history, representing earth-shaking changes in the country.

Wang Meng saw Jiang Xiaobai looking at the changes outside the car window, and began to introduce to Jiang Xiaobai which road was newly built, how many lanes there were in both directions, which road was widened, what area was demolished, and which building was developed on a certain real estate.
Chapter completed!