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He doesn't think it's worth it.

"Then the second is that the state will take care of the Jingming Research Institute and help you build a scientific research base."

"But in this way, you can only use the assistance policy, and you can enjoy the benefits to the maximum extent, such as interest-free loans, planning land and so on."

"But you are always an outsider to the government."

After Mr. He finished speaking, he drank a cup of tea.

Zhang Qian fell into deep thought again.

The two paths given by Mr. He are very simple. You can either be your own person or an outsider, and you can choose by yourself.

As long as you are smart, you will probably choose the first one.

Relying on the country, sacrificing interests in exchange for political capital, no matter how you look at it, you are making money.

But Zhang Qian really didn't want to do this.

He really didn't think about politics, otherwise he wouldn't have rejected Mr. He directly just now, let alone choose the first path now.

"I choose the second one."

Mr. He was not surprised, he put down his teacup.

"After talking about the affairs of the next country, it's time to talk about the affairs between us."

Zhang Qian immediately sat up straight.

He knew that the next step was the key point. He had already rejected the country, and the only political backer was the He family. The next step must be to strengthen cooperation.

"Zhang Qian, can you accept being married?"

Mr. He's words once again surprised Zhang Qian and He Biao.

"Grandpa, you can't be..." He Biao was surprised.

Mr. He just glanced at him, and He Biao obediently closed his mouth and stopped talking.

"Among the juniors of my He family, there are a few good ones. You just need to nod, and then you will be members of my He family." Mr. He looked at him very seriously.

Zhang Qian felt uncomfortable being stared at by such eyes.

Mr. He seemed easy to talk to, but when he really got serious, he opened his eyes like a sleeping tiger, and his aura was overwhelming.

Zhang Qian is just a little uncomfortable, which is already very good.

But there was a wry smile on the corner of his mouth: "I'm afraid this won't work."

"To be honest with the old man, my relationship problem is a bit messy. I don't know how to deal with it now, let alone add one."

"You mean Miss An?" Mr. He said.

"Huh? Huh." Zhang Qian didn't expect Mr. He to know An Luoyi, so he nodded after being puzzled.

"It's not just Lolo, I actually have another..."

"Holy shit, man of God." He Biao was surprised at this moment.

He had met Zhang Qian's girlfriend, and when he heard that he was having an affair with An Luoyi, the admiration in his heart was like a torrent of water.

"Brother, let me tell you, it's normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines."

"This is the standard for a man's success."

"You say me, I... ouch!!"

When He Biao was talking with Zhang Qian in his arms, Mr. He's face gradually darkened.

However, it was not Mr. He who beat him, but the girl in the back room.

She originally planned to come out to refill another glass for everyone, and drink the Dahongpao after three brews, but she heard He Biao's words.

Originally a crisp little girl, murderous aura emerged from her body in an instant.

Chapter 198 Who Will Believe It?

She twisted He Biao's ears and dragged him into the back room.

He Biao grinned his teeth in pain, and didn't dare to resist, so he went into the back room.

"This is……"

Zhang Qian looked at He Biao worriedly.

"It doesn't matter." Mr. He is not worried at all: "Biaozi has really been a bit of a dissolute temper these years, and it's just for my daughter to sharpen his temper."

"Don't look at them like this. In fact, He Biao and the girl are childhood sweethearts who grew up wearing crotch pants."

"The relationship is very good."

"Wait in two years, if I haven't been buried yet, I can still drink the wedding wine for the two of you."

Zhang Qian listened to He Biao's screams in the back room, and when he heard Mr. He's words, he immediately mourned for him in his heart.

He pulled out a smiling face: "You must invite me then."

"Sure, maybe you can be the best man." Mr. He smiled.

He picked up the teapot, wanting to refill a cup for the two of them.

Zhang Qian got up quickly, took the teacup from his hand, and said, "I'll do this, Mr. He, you can just sit down."

Mr. He didn't stop him.

After Zhang Qian was finished, he took a sip from his teacup.

"The three-brewed Dahongpao, although lacking in fragrance and mellow, has a little more fragrance and astringency of the tea itself, which can be regarded as having a special flavor."

Zhang Qian also took a sip, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with it, it was just that the aroma of the tea was much weaker.

"Mr. He is so particular about drinking?"

"That's not true." Mr. He said with a grievance on his face, "I can only drink three cups a day, and there are only three teas in a cup. Let alone three brews, even nine brews, I can tell you the truth."

"Hehe, hehe."

Zhang Qian didn't know how to answer these words.