Song Baojun quickly sorted out his thoughts, thinking that his analytical ability of a vulgar personality was getting stronger and stronger, and said: "The origin of the name of the city of Chazhou has been a distribution center for tea since the Song and Ming dynasties, so it was named. Especially the port of Chazhou, which is called the "sea tea road" in my country by historians. The transaction volume of tea and other goods occupies the world's first place in the 16th century."

After drinking a sip of water, Song Baojun continued: "Later, ports such as the Magic City, Zhonghai, Guangzhou, Ninghu, and Dalian have been developed one after another, and Chazhou Port is not so important. After entering the 20th century, Chazhou was built as a historical and cultural city. Chazhou Port is simply dispensable, and its cargo throughput is only one-thirty of that of Zhonghai Port."

Du Yinlang handed him a cigar: "Continue." The cigar was packed in a gorgeous and exquisite rose wooden box, with a strong aroma and obviously valuable.

The waiter helped cut the cigar and ignited it. Song Baojun took a sip and said, "However, under the 'acceleration' of my country's reform and opening up for nearly 40 years, China Overseas, as one of the gateway cities for my country's opening up to the outside world, has been the number one cargo throughput for ten consecutive years. The burden is getting heavier and heavier, and it is gradually not enough. However, import and export business cannot stop at any time, so it may require another port diversion pressure. Chazhou Port has a good natural water depth, low sand content, and small wave impact. Moreover, it is very superior in the geographical location, and is in the middle between Xiangjing and Zhonghai. It would be a pity not to use this port."

Du Yinlang nodded and smiled, "My brother means that Chazhou Port is a material distribution center for coordination with China Overseas, and plays its due role. For decades, some people have planned to transform, and even submitted the proposals to the Central Senate Council, but it was not successful in the end. Why? There is no money. Last year, the Japanese gave us a large sum of money, and the funds were basically solved. You have a good vision, where can you read the book?"

Song Baojun said embarrassedly: "I studied in the Chinese Department at Chazhou University, and I am in the second grade this year."

"Chinese Department? I heard that Chairman Chen also came from the liberal arts department, so I admire people who studied liberal arts. It's not bad." Du Yinlang turned his head and said to a secretary-decorated entourage: "Call the president of Chazhou University and ask him to come here."

Song Baojun quickly grabbed his hand and said, "Don't call him, don't shout, forget it, we brothers drink, why do you want that kind of person to come here?" You, Mr. Du, are used to making a trick, but who am I? Let the president of the Tea University come back, so you won't hate yourself to death in the future?

Du Yinlang thought about it and waved his hand to stop dialing the phone.

While the two were chatting, Yu Shengtai saw that there was no special situation, so he asked the bar manager to turn off the headlights and the orchestra played music again to restore the original lively atmosphere.

More than ten minutes later, Lai Zixiang finally couldn't support it, and cried over with his knees and begged, "Boss, please let me go. You can do whatever you want me to do in the future, and you will never dare to disobey your wishes."

Du Yinlang's belly was funny, so I wanted to see how my cousin performed under such circumstances.

Song Baojun finally had the support of his vulgar personality and was not at a loss. He spitted thick phlegm in front of Lai Zixiang and said lightly: "Listen it."

Lai Zixiang had no choice but to hold the thick phlegm and lick it. While licking it, shed tears and choked and said, "It's really delicious..." The bloated ugly face was extremely weird and ugly under the candlelight.

What else can he do? A black pistol in the back was pressing against his head.

"Cousin, these trashers are upset and let them get out."

Du Yinlang nodded secretly. To attack the enemy, he would destroy the opponent's body and mind in all directions. Humiliation in public is also one of the means. It seems that my cousin has great potential. He ordered to his followers: "Call them out."

After a few idiots were scattered, Yu Shengtai and Li Shujing both sat over, and Du Yinlang introduced their cousin to them. Li Shujing's attitude seemed approachable. He heard that Song Baojun was a student at Tea University, so he talked to him about the current education topics.

Song Baojun had no material in his stomach, but his vulgar personality had the ability to "repeat tricks when they are done". Several questions were answered without any miss, which made Deputy Mayor Li praise a few words of "a rare talent" - of course, it was for Du Yinlang's face.

After drinking until midnight, Deputy Mayor Li and President Yu bid farewell one after another. Du Yinqiao was drunk and insisted on going to Song Baojun's house to visit his uncle and aunt.

Song Baojun called home, but his father actually went to the company to work overtime again. His mother's work was even more unreliable. He received a notice from the factory and immediately rushed to Luluzhu City to discuss a business. Since the elders were not at home, Du Yinlang had no choice but to give up.

...

When she woke up in the morning, Song Baojun was shocked and her headache after the hangover was cured halfway.

Her body was naked and she was wearing a soft and soft velvet quilt. When she looked sideways, she saw that the bedside table next to her was made of yellow rosewood, with a simple and elegant shape. The drawer handle was shining golden, as if it was gilded. There was a crystal table lamp on it to make the shape of a jade girl holding her heart. The lampshade covered was gorgeous and beautiful, and it turned out to be made of velvet.

Is this still my dirty and messy room full of underwear and socks?

Song Baojun sat up in panic and looked around. He was in a spacious bedroom, about 40 square meters. A luxurious bed two meters and two wide, with a large glass curtain wall-to-ceiling window on the right. The window was half open. The cool autumn wind in the morning slowly blew, and the translucent lace gauze curtains swung slightly. The bright sunlight shone on the bohemian-style carpet made of camel velvet, which was clean and translucent.

There are two leather chairs by the window, and the coffee table is filled with fruits, coffee maker, teapot, cigarettes, matches, ashtrays and today's "Chiazhou Daily".

Song Baojun woke up and must have been drunk last night, so his cousin arranged to stay in the hotel.
Chapter completed!