Five hundred and eighty-one, sincerity of apology

581、The sincerity of the apology

However, Mr. Ma soon discovered that it seemed a little too late in time, and Wei Xue was still at the imperial capital at this time. If you rush over, it's obviously too late.

Thinking of this, Mr. Ma frowned and said, Apart from her, is there no other suitable one? Don't get me wrong, Mr. Ma, it's just that the time may be a little too late.

Eh? Then I'll take a look. Ma San said in a daze.

So Ma San continued to read the list in the booklet. As Ma San flipped through the pages, he gained a new understanding of the Jiang family's strength.

Many of the above people are the so-called background thieves.

How about this, Mr. Ma, just tell me which people are in Shanghai, so I can choose. Otherwise, there will be conflicts in time. Ma San turned around for a while, and made a suggestion.

Well, that's a good suggestion. I'll have someone deal with it later. Mr. Ma nodded, picked up the phone and said, Come in.

Brother Ma, you called me? A bald man walked in from the door of the box after a while.

Mr. Ma threw the booklet over and said angrily: Mark me the people who can arrive in time on it. What do you eat? If you can't come, why do you write it up?

Sorry Brother Ma, this is our mistake, I'll do it right away. The bald man broke out in a cold sweat. Before, they thought they just needed to find someone, completely ignoring whether he was in Shanghai or not.

I'll give you five minutes. Mr. Ma said with his eyes closed.

Okay, Brother Ma, I'll do it right away. The bald man took the brochure respectfully, walked out of the box with a nod and bow.

I made Mr. Ma laugh, the people under him are too unreliable. Mr. Ma laughed at himself.

Ma San hurriedly laughed and said, You are too modest.

After the bald man went out, he scolded and scolded his subordinates: Are you pig-headed? Why do you write your name on it if the f*cking people aren't in Shanghai? Look at this, the f*cking people are still in the United States. Do you want her to fly back, or are you going to express her here?

His subordinates were scolded bloody, but they didn't dare to speak.

After scolding the bald man, he sighed and said, Hurry up, mark all the people who can come here now, use your brain.

It's big brother, we understand. The younger brothers quickly said yes.

Go soon? the bald man scolded Mei.

Looking at this group of stupid subordinates, the bald head was really angry and had nothing to say, why did he raise such a group of stupid roe deer.

What are you still doing in a daze? Hurry up and do it. The bloody little brother who was scolded also started to speak.

In the box, Mr. Ma was still inquiring about Tang Wen's hobbies or other things from Ma San, but Ma San was not stupid.

On the surface, he evaded Taiji, but in his heart he said with contempt: Hehe, I really think I am an idiot? After I told you everything, there is still room for me to mess around?

Ordinary people may say everything in the face of Mr. Ma's inquiry, but who is Ma San? He is an old fritter, so he naturally knows what Mr. Ma is thinking.

Hehe, do you want to find an obedient person to replace Lao Tzu after everything is done? Lao Tzu is not a rookie who came out on the first day. Ma San had a smile on his face, but there was a sneer in his heart.

Upon seeing this, Mr. Ma also knew that Ma San was an old fritter, and he would never be fooled. Similar to Ma San's idea, Mr. Ma's idea is very simple.

After getting some private information from Ma San, just support someone who listens to him, which will benefit him the most.

It's a pity that they underestimated Ma San's scheming. Anyway, Ma San also climbed up from such a person. How could he hand over his unique skill of eating to others.

The two sides tacitly chatted without saying a word, until the knock on the door sounded again.

Mr. Ma has already dealt with it, and now the people on the booklet can arrive at Shanghai at any time tonight. The bald man handed over the booklet with sweat on his face.

Well, then I will trouble you again, Mr. Ma.

Ma San nodded and said: You are too polite. After speaking, he took the brochure. After such a screening, the number of people on it was obviously much less, but there were still many famous people.

But there are very few in the bar that meet Ma San's conditions. This does not mean that the list given by Mr. Ma is not beauties, but that they have no special status.

Just as Ma San was hesitating, two names came into view.

Yang Rui, Zhang Xin'er? These two are not bad. Ma San looked at the introduction on the photo. Needless to say, Yang Rui was once known as the most beautiful villain in Chinese TV dramas, and Zhang Xin'er belonged to that pure type of 87 She was young, now is the time of youth.

But, I heard recently that she had a hot fight with a rich second generation.

After thinking about it for a while, Ma San already had a plan in mind and said, Mr. Ma, I think these two are quite suitable.

Oh? Is that so? Is this age a little older? Looking at the people selected by Ma Sanxuan, Zhang Xin'er is better in 1987, but this Yang Rui is in 78 years. Although it is said that the maintenance is good, but the age It is really.

Oh, don't worry about that. Young Master Tang's tastes are a bit picky recently, and identity is the most important thing. Ma San said confidently.

Well, that's fine, I'll let someone arrange it. Mr. Ma was still a little uneasy when he heard this, but Ma San in front of him knew the taste of Tang Wen best.

Moreover, Ma San couldn't offend the Jiang family in this kind of matter. If Tang Wen was dissatisfied, he would naturally be able to escape the responsibility of Ma San.

Ah Guang, you go and contact these two people. After a pause, Mr. Ma called his attendant, bald head, and asked him to be in charge of contacting these two people.

Okay Brother Ma. The bald head nodded, and after receiving the roster, he planned to go out to contact.

The bald head who walked out of the door immediately followed Mr. Ma's instructions to contact Yang Rui first. After hearing the help from the wine bureau in Shanghai, the other party agreed after a moment of hesitation and promised to arrive.

The bald head is very satisfied with Yang Rui's answer, she is not a fool, although she knows that the reception is not that simple, but there are some things that you cannot avoid in the circle.

But when the bald head called Zhang Xin'er, something went wrong.

Sorry, I don't have any plans to attend the reception right now, my boyfriend will mind. When Zhang Xin'er heard that the bald head said there was a drinking party, she directly refused.

Hehe, Ms. Zhang, I am Mr. Ma's bald head. Are you sure you don't want to think about it? The bald head's words are already very straightforward.

Sorry, please tell Mr. Ma that I'm not feeling well. Zhang Xin'er continued to evade.

The bald head sneered and said, Okay, very good, I got to know Miss Zhang.