Chu Heng's skills in counting money were perfect. He counted one hundred thousand dollars, ten wads of bills, and one thousand pieces of paper in just three minutes.
This is because it needs to be unpacked, otherwise it would be faster.
Li Jiangqi's speed is also not slow. The agreement only has eight pieces of paper, and there are only sixteen pieces of paper in duplicate. For her who is extremely professional, this is simply a piece of cake. dish.
In less than five minutes, she handed the agreement that she had read several times back to Chu Heng, and said calmly: "There is no problem with this agreement."
"Of course there will be no problem, I'm the honest and reliable Chrissy Boley!" Chrissy raised her chin shamelessly.
"Come on, I don't think a small newspaper owner who makes money from gossip news can be related to these words." Chu Heng sneered, took out the pen from his jacket pocket, signed the two agreements respectively, and thumbed He dipped it in a box of ink pad that Chrissy had prepared in advance, put his fingerprint on the agreement, and then pushed the two agreements to the opposite side.
"This is a misunderstanding. Although I make money from gossip news, it is just a means of survival for me. My heart is clean." Krissy signed the words nonchalantly and pressed her fingerprints. The matter was finally settled, and an excited smile appeared on his face involuntarily.
This agreement is very likely... no, it will definitely bring him at least one million in income!
“Happy cooperation, my good brother!”
“Happy cooperation, my best friend!”
After putting away their respective agreements, the two stupid guys shook hands with smiles on their faces.
After letting go, Krissy was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, she turned around and shamelessly hugged Li Jiangqi, who obviously didn't want to talk to him.
"Li, do you have time tonight? How about we have dinner together?"
"Uh...I, I..." Li Jiangqi looked at the human being in front of him distressedly The guy whose desire for mating was written on his face secretly glanced at Chu Heng, hoping that he would take action to rescue her again.
“Get out!”
Although Chu Heng had a little quarrel with Li Jiangqi, he didn't hate her, so naturally he wouldn't just sit back and watch. He immediately stood up and kicked Krissy on the butt.
He was never polite to these foreigners.
"Faq, you are so rude!"
Chrissy suddenly staggered and almost fell down. He stared at Chu Heng and raised his middle finger, then stepped on the reporter Bao ran away in a hurry.
Li Jiangqi looked at the mop pole that had come out of the door and felt relieved. Then he glanced at Chu Heng who was sticking out his butt in front of the coffee table and putting money into a net bag. After hesitating for a moment, he spoke softly. Said: "Thank you."
"Huh?"
Chu Heng stopped, turned his head and looked over, exaggeratedly widening his eyes and clasping his ears: "Oh, God, our proud little jujube actually said thank you to me, it's me Did you hear that wrong?”
“Die!”
Li Jiangqi gave him a hard look, turned around and left with light steps, raising the corner of his mouth with an imperceptible expression. smile.
“Bang!”
Chu Heng glanced at his mouth, happily packed the money, straightened up with the net bag in hand, said hello to the Gao Ling sisters in the room, and then went out and drove to the compound next door.
Halfway, he also met Li Jiangqi, who was walking under the flower trees with her hands behind her back. Under the cover of green trees and white flowers, she looked even more peaceful now with the gentle temperament of a Jiangnan woman. Like the flower fairy in mythology.
Chu Heng glanced at her for a few times, stopped the car to pick her up without asking for trouble, and just stepped on the accelerator and rushed over.
Not long after.
This guy parked his car under the office building, and then walked into the building coquettishly carrying a bag of one hundred thousand US dollars in bills.
As soon as he went up the stairs, Qian Ding bumped into him at the top of the stairs as he was about to go out.
“Here you go, team leader.”
Qian Ding greeted him with a smile and was about to walk over when he suddenly noticed the colorful bag in his hand. He was stunned for a moment: "So many beautiful knives? Where did you get them?"
"It wasn't stolen anyway." Chu Heng grinned, passed by him, and walked along the stairs. Keep climbing. "Tsk tsk, you are really the God of Wealth! Why do you feel like our team leader makes money just like drinking cold water?"
Qian Ding smacked his lips and looked back at the pocket of money, then walked downstairs with emotion.
And Chu Heng carried the money all the way to the outside of Boss Meng's office in a swaggering manner. Seeing that the door was unlocked and the person should be in the room, he raised his hand and prepared to knock on the door and enter.
But just when it was about to fall, Chu Heng suddenly stopped. He looked down at the money in the net pocket, blinked, and raised a smirk at the corner of his mouth.
“Bump!”
Ya raised her foot and kicked the door!
After making so much money, I can't be more arrogant?
Mr. Meng, who was giving instructions in the room, was startled. The tea cup in his hand was knocked over. He hurriedly picked up the report, lifted the tea cup up, and then raised his head to look at the door. By chance, Seeing Chu Heng kicking in the door, he retracted his big feet.
In an instant, the Qi-nurturing Kung Fu that Meng Huazhi had practiced for many years broke through his defenses. He was so angry that his lung tubes were about to explode. He opened his mouth and cursed: "You are so damn... gah!"
Before he even cursed, he saw Chu Heng Yang proudly picked up the net bag in his hand and shook it. He immediately suppressed what he said and asked doubtfully: "Where did you get so much money?"
"Earn it?" ”
Chu Heng walked forward in three unsteady steps, pulled out the chair and sat down in front of him, slamming his net bag on the desk.
"Where did you make the money? Did you sell clothes again?" Meng Huazhi looked at the colorful banknotes, and lost any anger in his heart. With a smile on his face, he opened his net bag, took out a bundle of money and looked at it.
Hey, it’s so pretty!
"Can I get the money from selling clothes?" Chu Heng grabbed a cigarette on the table and lit one. He held his head high and explained how he used Citigroup's Cold War relationship with Maozi to sell I told him about the book.
"Haha, what a wonderful trick! You can make money, and at the same time, you can give them fire and let them continue dog-eat-dog. It can be said to kill two birds with one stone!" After hearing this, Meng Huazhi excitedly patted the table and saw Xiang Chuheng's eyes became more and more appreciative.
What?
He kicked my door?
No leader?
Nonsense!
Obviously it was the broken door that was in the way. It was careless and got in the way of my eldest nephew. It deserves to be kicked!
I'll chop it tomorrow!
My nephew Chu Heng is really my fair lord!
"You kill two birds with one stone?"
At this moment, a ministry leader walked in with his hands behind his back.
He had just heard that Chu Heng was coming here with a bag of money, so he came to ask out of curiosity.
And after listening to Meng Huazhi explain Chu Heng's operation, the leader naturally couldn't help but praise this guy. Then he set his eyes on the pocket of money and said with great greed: "Old man. Meng is getting rich again.”
“I can use this money, don’t make any evil plans!”
Meng Huazhi looked at him warily and quickly collected the money and stuffed it away. Under the table.
"Tsk, don't be so stingy. If you eat meat, you have to give your brother some soup, right? Twenty thousand, I want twenty thousand."
"You really dare Open your mouth!”
"How about 15,000?"
"Oh, I'm out of tea."
"Tell me earlier, I still have a box of Mingqian Longjing, I'll get it for you Go!”
“Isn’t it ten thousand? Just ask someone to get it from the finance department!”