The news that Avima broke was like pouring a ladle of water into a frying pan, causing the already noisy garden to boil instantly.
Billionaire is such a longing and awe-inspiring term!
And now, this billionaire is standing among them, still very young.
Not only does it give rise to some other associations.
Does Chu Heng have some unknown background? Or what opportunities are there?
Otherwise, how could he have a net worth of hundreds of millions at his age?
But out of curiosity, they didn’t have the guts to ask Chu Heng where he got the money. Besides, even if they asked, could they tell you?
In this way, with various speculations, a group of men and women gathered towards Chu Heng on their own initiative, and their attitudes were much more enthusiastic than before, and some even had a look on their faces. The meaning of sharing favors.
"Chu, please tell me, is there really a ghost in the Mandarin Hotel?" Becky, with a blushing face, excitedly pulled Chu Heng's arm and asked in a loud voice. .
“Really.”
Chu Heng looked around the crowd gathered around him with a smile, and explained: "But I have asked someone to kill them, and now the hotel is no longer a problem."
"Oh my god, this world is really real There's a ghost!"
"I still I always thought it was fake!”
“Speaking of which, is this ghost related to that bastard Carloul?”
“Yes, he is the ghost at the Mandarin Hotel. The woman he killed changed.”
"This guy really deserves to be hanged!"
Some people in the crowd exclaimed, some talked about it, and a few who were timid moved closer to others.
"Have you seen that ghost? What does she look like?" Yoni came over at this time and looked at Chu Heng curiously.
“Of course, I was there at the time.” Chu Heng nodded with lingering fear, and described with gestures: “She was wearing a red dress, and her hair was very long, almost covering the entire face. The face is still wet There was blood dripping down his face, and his face was very pale, with no color at all. My friend’s father-in-law was not as white as she had been since his death for three days..."
A group of people listened nervously to his description, and some even held their breath. If you hold your breath, you can hear a pin drop in the field.
"Bah!"
In the corner, Cen Hao, who is the female ghost himself, spat out a piece of bone in his mouth with a dark face, stood up and turned away. He really didn't want to hear anyone help him recall that terrible experience. experience.
However, Gulizar beside him listened intently with his ears perked up.
That’s it, after a while.
Chu Heng finished telling the story of catching ghosts in an emotional voice.
While everyone was reminiscing, footsteps suddenly came. It was Johnny's father, Police Commissioner Hank McGill, who came over after receiving the report from the servant.
"What are you talking about? Why are you so quiet?" He walked over with a smile and looked at Chu Heng meaningfully or unintentionally, his bald head shining slightly in the sun.
"Hello, Mr. McGill."
"Good afternoon."
"We are talking about the Mandarin Hotel."
"You must not know, right? Chu is the boss there now!"
Seeing him appear, everyone quickly turned around to say hello.
"Oh? Really?" McGill looked surprised, as if he had just found out. He looked at Chu Heng a few times and couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's really hard to imagine that a billionaire So young.”
“Please don’t listen to their nonsense. , Mr. McGill." Chu Heng stepped forward with a smile, holding a bottle of beer in his hand, with a gentle and humble temperament: "The person who acquired the Mandarin Hotel is Stanley Fund. I am only a small shareholder in the company, plus the person in charge here. He's just a human being, not a billionaire." That's it!
I just said how could Chu be a billionaire!
How long has he been in Hong Kong Island?
You can’t print money so fast!
Hearing this, other people around him immediately felt more balanced and less jealous.
This is like a person with a monthly salary of 3,000 yuan. When he sees his brother suddenly earning 100,000 yuan a month, he will be envious and jealous. Then when he finds out that his brother’s salary has changed from 100,000 yuan to 50,000 yuan, the gap will be the same. It’s not that big anymore, and I still feel that 50,000 yuan a month is just that…
After hearing this, McGill looked very interested and asked him: "Stanley Fund? I have never heard of this company. Can you tell me about it?"
"Nothing. You can't say that." Chu Heng came to him slowly, with a smile on his face, and said without blinking: "It's just a small company. It has been developing in Europe and the United States before, and I became a shareholder. Later, I decided to give it a try.”
“What are your main businesses?”
“It’s basically securities trading and asset management, and occasionally. Invest in some small companies with development potential.”
“Why do you want to acquire the Mandarin Hotel this time?”
"I have some ideas in this regard, but at present our main target real estate industry and hotel matters have to wait. The acquisition of the Mandarin Hotel is just a coincidence."
"Oh? You guys? Are you optimistic about Hong Kong Island’s housing market? ”
“Yes, given Hong Kong Island’s special geographical location, we believe it still has a lot of room for growth.”
“Haha, this is the second time I have heard someone say that.”
“Who is the first one?”
"It's Mr. Zheng. He has been buying real estate at low prices with Li Huanggua and the others recently."
One of them wants to enter the upper class circle as soon as possible, and the other wants to meet the new rich people. , just stood in the corner and started chatting enthusiastically.
What’s interesting is that the second-generation people around them subconsciously keep a certain distance from them, as if there is an invisible circle surrounding these two people, separating them from the second-generation people. Come, two different worlds are formed.
At this time, the two of them had been talking for almost half an hour without knowing it. McGill, who was tired of standing, enthusiastically invited Chu Heng into the study room of the bungalow to continue chatting. The topic also started from the beginning. Pandao gradually turned into current affairs.
Just like that, an hour passed quickly.
But Chu Heng and the two were still chatting enthusiastically.
"Tap tap tap!"
At this time, a servant walked in and said to McGill respectfully: "Sir, Inspector Lan Gang is here."
"Why are you here before the end of the month?" McGill muttered in surprise, looked at Chu Heng again, hesitated for a moment, and then ordered: "Just ask him to come over."
Seeing him like this, and adding Lan Gang's name, Chu Heng easily guessed that he might be here to give money, so he stood up knowingly and smiled. Said: "Since you have a guest, I will take my leave first. Let's make an appointment with Mr. Irving another day and go to the racecourse together."
"It's okay, just take your seat. I'll be back soon." McGill didn't want to let him go easily, so he quickly reached out to hold him.
"Then...Okay." Chu Heng happened to also want to see how their py transaction was conducted, so he sat down.
I don’t know what’s going on behind the scenes, but I can’t log in all the time. Fortunately, I was smart enough to log in on my mobile phone!