Let you be a great man, not a scumbag

Chapter 872 Daheng Song and Dance Troupe

"Mr. Xu is right. This position belongs to Mr. Jiang."

"Yes, Mr. Jiang, it's not appropriate for you to sit anywhere. You can only sit here."

Jiang Cheng looked at Xu Jiayin with a hint of sarcasm: "Boss Xu, do you really think so?"

"That's natural, Mr. Jiang. Look, how can my son be compared with you? He can just sit with Wang Congcong and the others. How can he have the chance to sit with us? He is not even qualified to sit next to Old Wang, let alone sit in this seat."

Being publicly belittled and even humiliated by his own father in order to elevate Jiang Cheng, Xu Zhi was obviously very angry inside, but he did not dare to show it obviously on his face.

After all, in this situation, he knew that he could only cooperate.

However, what made him feel most disgusted was that his father actually compared him with Wang Congcong.

After all, he is the vice president of Daheng, but who is he, Wang Congcong? He doesn't even have a position in Dawan.

Although he knew that his father did this just to give him a way out, he still felt very aggrieved.

Seeing Wang Congcong looking at him with a smug look on his face, Xu Zhi felt as sick as if he had swallowed a fly.

Xu Jiayin gave his son a warning look, and then said to Jiang Cheng, "Boss Jiang, have you ever heard of our Daheng Song and Dance Troupe?"

Seeing Xu Jiayin suddenly talking about the song and dance troupe, Jiang Cheng showed a hint of confusion on his face.

"A troupe?"

At this time, Wang Congcong on the side could not help but interrupted: "The song and dance troupe is a major feature of their company. There is also a football team. I heard that it will cost tens of millions to play a game with your football team." There was a hint of ridicule and disdain in his tone.

Jiang Cheng smiled after hearing this. Of course he knew about the Daheng Football Team.

After all, there is a plot about the Daheng Football Team in the movie "The Richest Man in Xihong City".

Speaking of this, Xu Jiayin showed a hint of pride on his face, and said confidently: "Yes, our Daheng Group not only has a strong football team, but also an amazing dance troupe! These members are carefully selected, all of them are at least 165cm tall, with dignified looks, and more importantly, their dancing is very beautiful."

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but frown, carefully savoring the deep meaning of Xu Jiayin's words.

"Isn't Daheng a company that focuses on real estate development? How come it is also involved in the art field?"

Facing Jiang Cheng's doubts, Xu Jiayin answered without disguising: "In fact, this song and dance troupe is mainly responsible for maintaining our company's image and public relations affairs, and is not open to the public. As early as seven years ago, I specially set up such a team and handed it over to a subsidiary of the company to manage it. They will only show up when our company needs to hold an event or need them to perform a show."

The richest man Wang, who was standing aside, had a faint smile on his face and spoke with a hint of sarcasm.

"That's right! Jiang Cheng, let me tell you, this dance troupe is quite powerful! If the company encounters any difficult problems, just invite them to the 42nd floor of Daheng headquarters, let them dance, pour tea for everyone, perform some shows, and give massages, and all problems will be solved."

Xu Jiayin heard the disdain in Mr. Wang's words, but he didn't care and just smiled slightly.

He responded, "Old Wang, don't be so sour. I'm smart and capable. Look at yourself. You're always being bullied when doing business in Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen, right? You just don't understand the skills and rules of interpersonal communication. You have to study the rules of doing business in Beijing and Shenzhen carefully."

Wang, the richest man, showed a trace of impatience on his face, and retorted in a stiff tone: "How could I not know these rules? Isn't it the so-called 'tea fee'? I also have my own principles. I can give you the money, but if you want to ask for too much, then I will just not do business with you."

Seeing that Mr. Wang was serious, Xu Jiayin shook his head and said to Jiang Cheng, "Old Wang is just childish. If a song and dance troupe can solve the problem, then I can just throw money at it. Don't you think this makes sense, Mr. Jiang?"

The richest man Wang spoke again: "I don't want to get involved in these messy things for the sake of appearance. Let's do something practical."

Xu Jiayin ignored Mr. Wang and immediately asked Jiang Cheng, "When are you free? I'll let them perform for you. You may not know that Old Ma watched it a while ago and was full of praise. He even whistled on the spot!"

Seeing Xu Jiayin trying his best to humble himself and invite him, Jiang Cheng picked up the wine glass and smiled.

He responded: "Today I understand that if you lose money, you can earn it again, but if you lose your conscience, you can earn more. You are worthy of being Daheng. I think your model must be the first of its kind in China, right?"

Xu Jiayin automatically ignored the sarcasm in Jiang Cheng's words and laughed: "As expected of Mr. Jiang, your summary is spot on! Doing business is not shabby. I am different from Mr. Wang. As long as it can bring benefits to our Daheng, I will do it even if I have to jump down."

Xu Jiayin's words caused laughter from the people around him, while Jiang Cheng looked at him coldly.

The richest man Wang rolled his eyes but did not say anything.

Jiang Cheng smiled slightly, then said to Xu Jiayin: "Is what Mr. Xu said true? You Daheng already have a song and dance troupe. I believe you watch it day and night, so you should know a lot, right? How about you dance a little on the spot to liven up the atmosphere for us?"

Jiang Cheng changed his usual appearance and acted like a dandy young man.