Chapter 63: Don’t take luck as ability

Zhou Dongmeng glanced over.

The person standing properly next to the man was the foreman who was jumping around happily yesterday.

He had changed out of his dark blue suit.

Today he was wearing a brown leather jacket with a black pointed-collar sweater visible from the half-open collar, a white shirt underneath, and a pair of black flared pants.

Dressed very fashionably.

But he is not good, he has a pointed face, and he is short and thin.

With the baggy clothes on, his originally short stature looked three inches shorter.

The foreman looked at Zhou Dongmeng who walked in.

In an instant, I remembered how badly he had treated me yesterday, and I wanted to rush up to him and hit him with a club!

But when he heard his boss' question, he quickly put his thoughts aside.

He leaned closer and said in a decisive tone, "Yes! It's him!"

After he finished speaking, he raised his head, stared at Zhou Dongmeng with his small eyes, gritted his teeth, and said angrily: "A chestnut head!"

The tone that leaked from his lips and teeth contained the unwillingness of "wanting to kill him but being unable to do so".

But there was contempt in his eyes.

It seemed more like a warning to Zhou Dongmeng.

But this trick has no effect on him at all.

Zhou Dongmeng was in no mood today and didn't want to beat around the bush with them. He said directly: "The two leaders asked me to come here because they want a workable plan?"

The man behind the square table was stunned.

He looked at Zhou Dongmeng without saying anything, but instead started laughing.

“Hahahahahahaha.”

Zhou Dong raised his eyebrows fiercely: "What's your name?"

The man didn't reply. He grabbed the neck of his right foot with one hand and wrapped it around his leg. He leaned back until his waist rested on the back of the chair. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Young man, are you so sure?"

Are you sure he can bring himself to beg him?

After all, he is the boss of the entire project. Would he ask a young man for help?

Zhou Dongmeng sat down opposite the man.

He had been a soldier, so no matter how he sat, his back was always straight.

The tone of his voice was slow and lazy, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was very cold, as if he was smiling but not smiling. He raised his hand to shave the scar at the end of his eyebrow and continued: "The steel factory has refused to meet you, right!"

After hearing what he said, the man stiffened slightly.

Zhou Dong licked his lips fiercely: "If the city government gives you the order, you should come up with a plan within ten days. If you don't come up with a satisfactory plan by then, you will have to spit out the project as it was taken in!"

The man suddenly leaned over and squinted his eyes: "What if I don't vomit!"

"That depends on how long you can hold out!" Zhou Dong looked at him fiercely: "Otherwise we wouldn't have the chance to meet here."

The man sneered: "Did you expect me to come to you?"

"yes!"

"Why?"

Zhou Dong smiled faintly: "Knowledge!"

"Bullshit!"

The man yelled, "I've never been to school and I can't read a single word, but I still got the railway project done! Who can be better than me?"

After saying that, he cast his gaze on the young man opposite him: "A few decades ago, I was able to stand firm on my feet. Why would I be constrained by a young man like you now?"

Zhou Dongmeng: "Don't mistake luck for ability!"

"You kid!"

Zhou Dongmeng leaned back in his chair, his expression indifferent: "Luck is temporary, only those with ability can have luck that lasts a lifetime."

The man's face became calm and he stared at Zhou Dongmeng.

After a moment, he suddenly spoke——

"I am Cheng Gong!"