Chapter 537

Fang Zongxin guessed it right.

Today, Lin Han went to ask Fang Zongxin for help under the guise of congratulation.

In other words, what Lin Han wants is not illegal. Moreover, if we take Qingshui city as the center and spread Quantong oil company to the whole mountain province.

The nature of land approval in other places, as well as the construction of new gas stations, all these processes together, really give Lin Han a headache.

Just like in Qingshui City, with Fang Zongxin as a guarantee, everything is special.

What's more, it's a good thing to use commercial oil to promote other economies as long as the tax points that should be paid are still paid.

After all, Lin Han's step is too big this time. No matter Zaoshi, Qingshi or Jishi, Lin Han can't submit the application report one by one, right?

With Lin Han's words echoing in the room, Fang Zongxin, the poor guy, was full of grievances. I don't know who thought he was brave enough to bully Fang Zongxin.

Don't look at Fang Zongxin's identity now!

But the next second, wronged to wronged, Fang Zongxin still seriously eyes on Lin Han's body, a little ponder a few times, this is the mouth.

"Still special?"

"Yes, I will strive to increase the number of gas stations of Quantong oil company to 1000 in the whole province within half a month."

Without waiting for Lin Han to finish his speech, Liang Aiguo quickly interrupted with his arm and exclaimed in dismay, "isn't the announcement of Quantong group a month? How long has it been? From your mouth, it's just halved? "

Lin Han didn't answer Liang Aiguo's question. His eyes stayed on Fang Zongxin's face from beginning to end.

Because Lin Han knew that Fang Zongxin would help in the end.

Sure enough, with a sigh, Fang Zongxin nodded to Lin Han.

After all, Quantong oil company got the approved application form and the business qualification of the gas station.

What's more, in a sense, Quantong group naturally has its credit. Whether it has broken down the craziness of little tiger global fund again and again, it may also help Qingshui city carry out economic transformation.

Baijiu, this wine, is still drunk. If Liang Aiguo can tell Lin Han in advance, the liquor is 56 degrees, presumably even if he is dead, he will not drink, nor can he say no, but dare not...

after all, how cold the wine is, the friends and family around him are not not clear. Epoch-making is not a bad idea.

He is a poor guy who can drink a few bottles of beer at ordinary times, but he still hopes to have more to drink...

otherwise, Lin Xiaowei won't always yell. If he is in his hometown, Lin Han, who can only drink a lot, deserves to sit at the same table with his wife.

"Now what?"

"I'll call Lin Han's office and ask Zhang Xiaojin to send someone to pick it up." Liang Aiguo shakes his head and dials the landline of Lin Han's office while he is still babbling.

More than ten seconds later, when Zhang Xiaojin's voice came out of the receiver, Liang Aiguo also said with a smile, "Xiaojin girl, Lin Han is drunk, send someone to pick up Lin Han!"

Before hanging up the phone again, Liang Aiguo also told Zhang Xiaojin the specific floor and unit number.

Five minutes later, Lin Xiaowei, who had already walked in, carried Lin Han on his shoulder without saying a word. This scene really made Liang Aiguo look frightened.

"Hey, take it easy, Lin Han is also the richest man..." 56

"it's OK, he's used to it."

Lin Xiaowei grinned at Liang Aiguo and showed his white teeth. After dropping this sentence, he left here.

Half an hour later, Lin Han, who was already drunk, was thrown on the bed by Lin Xiaowei.

"Xiao Wei, Lin Han, how much he drank."

Chen Yutong is taking off his shoes for Lin Han. He can't help but ask after smelling the wine on Lin Han.

But after hearing these words, Lin Xiaowei fell into a deep meditation. The slightly frowned posture seemed to reflect on the scene at that time, and also made a slight movement of nose twitch.

"Oh, it should be 56 degrees Baijiu, pure grain brewing, 10 years or so."

After Lin Xiaowei left, Chen Yutong wasted the strength of the boss to clean up Lin Han. He also used a warm towel to clean up Lin Han's face and hands.

But for Lin Han, he had a strange dream.

In his dream, he can't distinguish reality from illusion.

Lin Han stands between the tall buildings. When he looks around, he can see all the buildings. Because of the height, he can feel the white clouds around him.

This place is really familiar and strange to Lin Han.

In the dark, Lin Han thinks that this is Qingshui City, but what he sees in front of his eyes really has nothing to do with Qingshui city in his memory.After all, no matter how you look at it, it is clear that it looks like a super metropolis.

But what Lin Han didn't know was that on the lower two floors of the high-rise building under his feet, he would see four huge characters, namely, Quantong group.

...

time flies by like this. When Lin Han wakes up again, he is still at night outside the window. In Lin Han's arms, Chen Yutong is lying.

At this time, Chen Yutong put his small head against Lin Han's chest, and his right leg was very domineering.

After looking at the calendar on the wall, Lin Han realized that it was just 3 a.m...

he just wanted to sleep, but he couldn't find any sleepiness.

Maybe it's because of food and wine that Lin Han didn't feel dizzy after he was drunk. But just when Lin Han was looking out of the window and slightly lost his mind, after all, that strange dream really made Lin Han confused.

After all, reincarnation with memory took Lin Han a long time to accept the reality.

All of a sudden, on the bedside table of the mobile phone, came a buzzing vibration, the screen in a few seconds after light, again out.

A minute later, Lin Han finished reading the message, but his eyes, illuminated by the light on the screen, now have a clear vision, which is surging up.

For Salman, Lin Han has been worried. How can a person who can cover the whole desert royal family with ambition for his own plan be a simple person?

"Li Zedong, Li Zedong, I want to see what you will do next! This battle for the oil market should have ended long ago! "

This text message, of course, was sent by Salman himself.