Skynet Architect

It was completely handing over the entire project to Zhao Jianjia. Si Fan is not making any judgments about the entire bidding project and the final judgment. He believed in Zhao Jianjia, and he was even more dispensable to this project.

At this stage. When the building of the sewage treatment plant was unlocked, Si Fan could already be sure. He will be the richest man in the world. Not one of them, the rich can rival the country, this is the most basic.

Now, he can finally do what he wants to do.

"Zhao Jianjia, you can handle the company's strategy and planning by yourself. What I need to look at is the company's performance. Now the entire project starting at 80 billion yuan and making a profit of at least 75 billion yuan is all from environmental governance companies. You can expand it for me. , Desperately poaching talents. All I want is results and efficiency." Si Fan said on the phone.

Zhao Jianjia was still resting at Todaiji Temple, and she was also preparing to bid for the pollution purification project in the entire Fukushima area. There are very few companies with this ability, and it can even be said that no one can completely solve it. But Skynet is precisely the one-in-a-million company that can completely solve the problem.

Si Fan already had a plan in mind.

The stupid aspect wants to solve it quickly. So much nuclear polluted wastewater consumes a lot of money every year, and it affects the safety of the entire region. Land prices in the entire region have dropped to an unbearable level, agriculture has completely collapsed, and the door to foreign sales has even been permanently closed.

If they can pay a part of the price to relieve the threat in this area, they are still willing to do it.

Of course, wrangling and claiming are inevitable. Not only the country needs to pay the price, but the nuclear power plant itself also needs to pay a huge price.

Zhao Jianjia went there to squeeze out the residual value of this power plant.

The phone conversation with Si Fan was soon over. It was all about work. The two of them tacitly agreed not to talk about other things, but in fact they had already agreed. Sometimes there are many things that need to be understood and supported by each other. .

Zhao Jianjia, who is resting, has already entered the battlefield, and today is his last day of rest. Si Fan in the hotel didn't have much time to rest, and he hadn't rested all morning in the presidential suite. Si Fan received a call from the front desk of the hotel.

At this time, he was in the room, playing King Pesticide on his mobile phone, and occasionally watching game videos and other people's live broadcasts, but Si Fan didn't have the habit of rewarding anchors too much, at most, he only had a few dollars to cheer up Cheering, the level of the website belongs to the kind that the anchors can't see when they enter the room.

He was yawning while watching a live broadcast of an anchor eating! Looking at the envious mess of that appetite, he can eat everything now. But each meal can only eat a little bit, and at this time I always feel overwhelmed.

Just as he was sighing and salivating rapidly, the phone beside the bed suddenly rang.

Si Fan lazily stretched out his right hand and slowly picked up the phone and put it next to his ear.

"Hello! Who is it, and what's the matter?" he asked.

The front desk opposite said: "Hello, I am the front desk of the hotel. There is a master at the front desk looking for you. His name is Huijing. Would you answer his call?"

For a question, Si Fan thought about it for a few seconds, and finally said with a sigh: "Oh! Alright. Just let him come over directly. It's really unlucky, I don't even have a few minutes to rest and vacation."

After the words fell, one could vaguely hear the old monk Huijing chanting the words of Amitabha Buddha.

I guess she was also very anxious, Si Fan just hung up the phone, watching the anchor with a bunch of Martian names in the live video, just spent two minutes sucking two bowls of Yangchun noodles, looking at her belly with no fat. When she felt admiration and suspected that her stomach was leading to outer space, the old man Huijing's voice sounded at the door.

"Sifan benefactor, old man, I came to you to fulfill my promise. Our Dongda Temple has all been prepared, and we are waiting for you to complete the construction of Dongda Temple in Huaxia.

The whole temple went to your country to promote my Buddha's Dharma! "The old monk Huijing said carelessly at the door, not afraid of being heard by any paparazzi.

But Si Fan knows that this old guy is talking to himself. If he sincerely builds the temple, then it’s okay. Buddhists can't wait to tear it down.

Si Fan never wanted to try the power of these guys.

"Okay. Okay. I'm coming right now. Would you let me change clothes? I can't see you in pajamas, right?" Si Fan said.

Who knows that the old monk chuckled: "Almsgiver, you are in a good shape. The so-called color is not different from emptiness and emptiness is not different from color. Color is emptiness and emptiness. When you come to this world, you have nothing to worry about. There is no cover. Everyone is the same. Pajamas They are also clothes, which can cover the body and keep people warm. In the eyes of the poor monk, they are the same as any other clothes. There is no need to classify them in detail.”

If the old monk's words full of Zen were heard by Buddhists, they would definitely have a different understanding, but in Si Fan's ears, they were automatically translated into: "Hurry up and open the door, I don't have time to ink with you, what clothes are you wearing?" It all looks the same to me."

He finally sighed: "This old monk is really justified in what he says, and he is clever in saying one sentence after another. If he is not prepared, he may really let him go in."

Said Si Fan opened the door and invited the old monk in.

Naturally, Huijing was not alone when she went out. Behind him were two young monks. They didn't carry other weapons, but just looking at their limbs was probably the strongest weapon.

But Si Fan didn't care, who made the Terminator stand by in the room!

"Let them wait at our door. Come in with me and let's have a good chat. I have delicious food here. There is also a bottle of red wine from a friend." Si Fan said subconsciously.

When he finished talking about the red wine, he immediately regretted it, but he still explained: "I'll drink the red wine and you can watch, and you can eat whatever you want. Potato chips and dried fruits should not delay your practice."

With a kind smile, the old man waved his hand slightly, motioning for the little monk he had brought to wait beside him, then he walked slowly into the room, looking at Si Fan with weird and weird eyes.

It's like seeing a ghost or a ghost.

It took him a long time before he came in, closed the door and said, "To be honest, I really want to know if you are the monster written in the book, and what method you used to almost destroy the entire Todai Temple overnight."