The boss asks you to go to Africa to dig coal.
"Wow!" After hearing what the staff member said, everyone at the scene was suddenly shocked again.
Originally, they thought that Zhang Menglong might use some method of spending money to solve this problem, such as buying the company behind the organizer.
But I didn't expect that this time Zhang Menglong would just use such a simple and crude method, using his connections that could not be openly stated.
To allow a non-privatized organization to directly drive away an international-level exhibition, the energy required cannot be explained clearly in just one or two sentences. Not only is Zhang Mengyu's wealth astonishing, it is conceivable that his wealth is also astounding. .
"He is even more powerful than Wang Ling!"
"Yes, Wang Ling is just rich. Not only is he richer than Wang Ling, he even has a stronger background. Where was he born?"
"It doesn't matter what his background is, as long as he's happy!"
"Hahaha, yes, those old guys just now still had the best attitude in the world. Look at him now, he has a mask of pain on his face!"
"It's so satisfying, so satisfying!"
"Get out, pack your things and get out!"
"You are not welcome in Gusu, and you are not welcome in China!"
"Isn't it just a crappy art exhibition? If you don't want to see it, don't see it!"
"That's it, make it seem as if your art is really the most amazing!"
"Hey, did you hear that? I want you to pack up your things and get out. Also, bring your so-called elegant works of art!" Zhang Mengyu said coldly, "It's best not to let me hear you insulting Chinese people or... Huaxia Culture, I can tell you to get out of this International Convention and Exhibition Center, and I can also do even more outrageous things!"
"Mr. Zhang, let's have a good chat. There is a misunderstanding about this matter!" Bruce was already anxious.
Although all these thousands of paintings have been sold, exceeding the expectations of their boss, the significance of this tour is not just for these paintings. The brand effect and cultural effect are definitely compared to this amount. Money is more important.
If they were cut off here, how would they go back and explain to their boss? China is a huge market, which can be seen from the sales volume of paintings, and China is also their key area!
"Just leave!" Now that his face has been broken, Clark no longer needs to pretend to be groveling, "You Chinese don't know what art is at all, and you don't let us show it here. Come on, some countries beg us to hold exhibitions!"
"Idiot!" Zhang Mengyu didn't know whether to laugh at his naivety or his ignorance. "You don't seem to have figured it out yet. Do you think you can't do it in China?"
"Mr. Zhang, what do you mean?" Blair was already a little scared.
"You might as well ask him." Zhang Menglong pointed at the staff member who just delivered the news.
"Is there anything else you haven't said?" Blair asked.
"Supervisor, not only Huaxia's Suzhou International Convention and Exhibition Center, but all partners in our original itinerary have canceled cooperation with us, and all liquidated damages have been returned to our account!"
"What!" Because this touring exhibition received full attention, those cities were eager to hold this art exhibition on their territory, so they did not charge any fees at all.
Of course, correspondingly, the liquidated damages are not high, because they never thought that those partners would regret it!
And this mere amount of liquidated damages is just a drop in the bucket for their losses!
If you think about it with your buttocks, you will know that the initiator of all this is Zhang Mengyu! He just said that his art exhibition would not be held anywhere!
Just when Bruce was about to struggle a little longer, his cell phone rang.
"Old...boss?" Bruce saw this number, and his breathing suddenly became much quieter.
"I just received news that all partners have canceled cooperation with us. What is going on? What have you done in China?" There was a burst of questioning from the other side.
"Boss, this idiot Clark has caused trouble!" Even the headquarters began to hold people accountable. The first thing that Bruce thought of was to distance himself. Obviously, there is no way that the headquarters would not know about such a big thing!
"Sure enough, something happened on your side. What happened?"
"Boss, it's like this..." Bruce told what happened exactly.
"Does that bastard have shit in his head?"
The roar was so loud that everyone in the entire venue could hear it clearly.
"President, what should we do now?"
"Give the phone to that young man, start a cross-border video call, and I will talk to him in person!" Moshank was already furious.
"Mr. Zhang... our boss wants to have a chat with you, but I didn't know you..."
"Let's talk, I want to see what he has to say!" Zhang Mengyu crossed his arms in front of his chest, as if he was watching a show.
A middle-aged man in his fifties appeared in the video. He was slightly stout and the hair on his head was sparse and white, but it seemed that he was not bald because he took good care of himself.
When Mo Sanke saw Zhang Menglong for the first time, his expression froze.
In his mind, the face of the Chinese young man who had shocked him more than twenty years ago appeared.
That face is actually 89% similar to Zhang Mengyu's face!
"Exactly the same... Isn't this just a coincidence?" A bold idea came to Moshank's mind. Could this young man be a descendant of that Chinese youth?
"What coincidence?" Zhang Mengyu was a little confused, "Who are you? Their boss?"
"I am Mo Shank, the president of Cheryl Group. What is your name, sir?"
"My surname is Zhang," Zhang Menglong said coldly.
"Zhang!" Mo Sanke's heart rate suddenly accelerated several times. He remembered that the Chinese young man also had a surname of Zhang!
The same appearance and the same financial resources can still drive that behemoth family. Only that person can do it!
"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang. I already know what happened. I apologize to you for the rudeness of my employees." Moshank said cautiously.
"What's going on with this guy? I look very fierce?" Zhang Mengyu said to Lu Yiyao next to him, why did Mo Sanke look like he was afraid of himself.
"Not fierce, just a little silly!" Lu Yiyao joked.
"Hey, I am a very reasonable person. It was not you who was wrong in this matter. You don't need to apologize. I want him to apologize to us Chinese people and our Chinese civilization!"
"Mr. Zhang, don't worry, I will handle it properly. Please give Bruce your phone."
"Okay, then I'll give you some face and let's see how you handle it!"
Bruce picked up the phone, chatted with Moshank again, and put down the phone after a few minutes.
He walked up to Clark. At this time, Clark's face was already pale. He knew that this time he seemed to have provoked someone who even his boss was afraid of.
"B...Bruce, the boss said...what did he say?"
"The boss said that starting from today, you no longer need to stay in this project team," Bruce said. "Our company has bought a coal mine in Africa. Starting from tomorrow, you can dig coal there!"
"Ask me to dig coal?" Clark didn't expect that his boss would be so cruel! Mining coal is almost always done by the lowest workers, and most of the workers are black people whom he despises the most!
"That's not all!" Bruce continued, "Chinese civilization is far more profound than you think. It's a pity that you don't understand Chinese civilization. From today on, you have to recite an ancient Chinese article every day. If you memorize one less article, you will have one more day of digging! Until you are proficient in Chinese culture, you can go back."
"Recite ancient Chinese characters? I...I don't know Chinese characters!"
Bruce said coldly, "This is your problem, not mine. I'm just relaying his orders to the boss!"
"Bang!" Clark seemed to have been drained of all his strength in an instant, and collapsed on the ground...