Wen Bao couldn't be bothered to give Xie Peng a second look.
Ever since that guy got soone to stage a traffic accident and caused Liu Zhizhong's unborn child to be gone, Wen Bao no longer recognized Xie Peng.
Such a person, Wen Bao would never want to associate with for a lifeti.
If he wants to offer gifts, just don't accept them.
As for repairing the relationship, it's really unlikely...
So, Wen Bao lit a cigarette, focused on watching his float, and acted like Xie Peng didn't exist.
Xie Peng, noticing that Wen Bao saw him, felt a sudden joy in his heart.
Originally smiling, when he saw Wen Bao imdiately turn his head to focus on fishing, disregarding him, Xie Peng still felt a wave of loss and depression inside, alas...
However, having been in officialdom for so long, Xie Peng's face is as thick as a city wall corner!
He also knows that it doesn't feel good to have a warm face sticking to a cold backside.
Yet, as long as the warm face sticks long enough, the backside will still react.
This was Zhang Hongyang's original words.
In short, one word: we must have a thick skin!
Zhang Hongyang said, as long as Xie Peng helped the Zhang Family get back the overseas money, naly those 300 million dollars in Southeast Asia, the Zhang Family would give Xie Peng 10 million dollars, directly opening an account overseas for him.
10 million dollars!
Shouldn't Xie Peng be tempted?
Haha, following Zhang Hongyang for so long, he privately only got 5 million, indeed his appetite couldn't be satisfied!
At the mont, Xie Peng still stepped quickly, shaking the box as he thick-skinnedly approached Wen Bao, standing at a distance of about two or three ters.
"Brother Leopard, you're fishing here! This water is really good, the fish are excellent, right?"
Xie Peng spoke with a thick hotown accent, shalessly.
Upon hearing the hotown accent, Wen Bao was sowhat moved internally.
Alas...
It's been so many years, haven't heard that pure flavor.
The hotown accent might be sothing etched deep in the human soul.
No matter how many years have passed, even on your deathbed, hearing the hotown accent still evokes an indescribable sense of familiarity.
However, Wen Bao ignored Xie Peng, swiftly lifting the rod.
"Woo woo woo... hoo hoo hoo... swoosh swoosh swoosh..."
The main line sounded so exciting as it tightened, the rod bent into a big bow.
Wen Bao hooked another fish, a considerable size.
"Wow! That's aweso, truly aweso! Brother Leopard's resource is amazing, good stuff, good stuff... Don't rush, take it slow, steady, I'll help net the fish, hehe..."
Saying this, Xie Peng put down the box and was about to grab the net.
Unfortunately, before the big fish erged, still struggling, Wen Bao swiftly grabbed the net from the ground, giving Xie Peng no chance.
Xie Peng felt awkward, chuckled and stood aside, watching the splashes in the water, shouting: "Aweso, truly aweso! This fish isn't small, isn't small... the texture is superb, superb~~~"
Wen Bao didn't look at him, only focused on controlling the rod with one hand and holding the net, waiting for the fish to tire and be flipped before dealing with it.
Xie Peng stood there joyfully watching, thick-skinned, not feeling uncomfortable at all.
A secretary in officialdom, to cultivate to this realm, is indeed a talent.
Once Wen Bao netted the fish, it was indeed impressive, a shiny silver specin, weighing about five to six pounds.
This fish, also a product nourished by snow water, has a very flavorful taste, and could be served raw.
Xie Peng was practically drooling, "Good stuff, truly good stuff..."
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