...

Five minutes later.

Xiaoxing came over in a suit and asked the third young master in an urgent tone: "How is the conversation?"

"Dog Damn, the conditions for opening are too harsh." The third young master frowned and replied: "Not only does he want to get the airport project, but he also wants to become a private enterprise of their investment bank after the airport is completed."

"How is this possible?!" Xiaoxing responded in shock: "There is no precedent, and it is difficult for the city to agree."

The third young master was silent.

"And what is his purpose? The maintenance cost of the airport is so high. With Songjiang's economic environment, the construction cost may not be recovered for ten years." Xiaoxing was a little puzzled.

"The painting circle occupies land, cultural output, and political placeholding." The third young master knew James' demands very well: "The Nine District is the only autonomous special zone within the coalition government, and has a high degree of autonomy, so it is normal for the capital in the EU region to be very enthusiastic about it. Haven't you noticed it? In recent years, there have been many European leaders in the Fengbei capital system, and even the district courts have European judges. Who brought them up? Isn't it the capital of the EU region?"

"…Yes.” Xiaoxing nodded.

"If you want other people's money, you have to give up some of the rights." The third young master frowned and said, "This is difficult to deal with."

"What does your dad mean?"

"He agreed to cooperate with Chalk Investment Bank first. Although it would lose some of Songjiang's interests, the pharmaceutical factory would at least do it." The third young master replied after a while: "If this matter is to be accomplished, it must be supported by the Fengbei Capital. The city will not dare to make a decision."

"Then do you want to have fun with the old man?"

"Well, I'll call him." The third young master nodded, took out his cell phone and walked to the side.

...

Outside the villa.

Ding Guozhen sat in the car, looked up at the high wall and cursed: "Damn, this place is so private, how can I take pictures?"

The driver blinked his eyes: "...You think we can get in?"

"It's impossible to think with your butt." Ding Guozhen replied speechlessly: "The people who come to this place are all social celebrities. Look at us dressed like refugees, how can we get along? What's more, you don't know anyone, so you will definitely reveal your feelings when you go in."

"What should I do!"

"…!" Ding Guozhen looked up at the high wall, then looked at the high warehouse in the yard, and then whispered: "Crawl in secretly to see if you can take pictures of the house in the yard."

"That's fine." The driver nodded and replied, "Then I'll drive away?"

"Okay, you can drive, let's go in later." Ding Guozhen whispered: "But it depends on the wrong thing, run away immediately! Otherwise, I will be caught and my identity is difficult to explain..."

"clear."

...

About ten minutes later.

Ding Guozhen and the driver climbed over the courtyard wall together and climbed onto the rooftop on the second floor of the yard storage.

The driver helped Ding Guozhen lay a military coat on the cold concrete floor, and the latter took the camera and lay down.

The camera moved slowly, Ding Guozhen adjusted the focus, squinted her eyes and looked at the scene inside the camera, and suddenly exclaimed: "Fuck, it's exciting!"

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" the driver asked excitedly.

Ding Guozhen pointed his camera at a private room on the second floor of the villa, and said in a sweaty forehead: "Fuck, isn't that Old Wang?"

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor of the villa, Deputy Director Wang fought with two blond and blue-eyed little sisters alone. He didn't even pull the curtains and just closed the door.
Chapter completed!