Chapter 927 Wishful Thought
Chu Yao’s expression suddenly felt like he had been struck by lightning.
Nan Jiaojiao felt that the words were wrong, but she said them too fast, and there was no way she could take them back.
"What's wrong? She didn't invite you?"
Chu Yao's face turned even darker.
Nan Jiaojiao said guiltily: "I'm sorry, I accidentally provoked your already unstable plastic relationship."
"..."
"Where did the creaking sound come from? Your RV Is there a mouse in there?”
“There’s a girl!”
Chu Yao wanted to put the bowl of boiled broccoli on Nan Jiaojiao’s head, was he just trying to make her angry?
Can't you hear the sound of her gritting her teeth?
She was so angry that she called Lu Zhenzhen and questioned him aggressively, but was scolded by Lu Zhenzhen instead.
Chu Yao thought about it and felt something was wrong, so he called his manager Sister Mi over. After asking, she found out that Lu Zhenzhen had called her a lot, but she had a problem. She would not turn on her phone during filming. Lu Zhenzhen The lady came over on the phone one after another, and all she heard was that the phone was turned off. How could she have such patience with others? She would not answer calls or reply to messages, so she finally contacted Sister Mi.
Make it like contacting for business cooperation.
Chu Yao immediately clicked on WeChat, and sure enough, there was a message from Lu Zhenzhen, but she didn't click on it and was pushed to the bottom.
Chu Yao wiped his sweat and quickly called Lu Zhenzhen. After two rings, he hung up immediately.
Nan Jiaojiao shook her chopsticks and gloated: "Oh, the boat of friendship has capsized as soon as it capsizes."
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Shen Shichu It's over. All his savings were invested in the new mall, waiting to make up for the losses of his other companies after making profits.
It wasn't that he lacked personal ability, but that his parents had placed many relatives in the company, and they all looked like corpses. By the time Shen Shichu realized it, the shortfall was enough to keep him in debt for several lifetimes.
Now his shopping mall is sandwiched between a funeral parlor and an abandoned horse farm, and several consecutive streets have become ghost towns.
He borrowed money from everywhere and was heavily in debt. He even had no money to pay reporters. Every day when he turned on his phone, there were debt collection calls. There were either creditors or reporters at the door of his house, which was blocked.
Shen Shichu walked quietly from the wine cellar and arrived at Bo's Building in disgrace, but was stopped by the front desk.
Even if he reveals the identity of Bo Yanqing's nephew, it won't work.
Hanchuan happened to come to the first floor and saw him. After asking Bo Yanqing for instructions, he took him up.
"Uncle San."
As soon as he entered the office, Shen Shichu knelt down, "I am really desperate, please help me."
Bo Yanqing sat down Behind the desk, he looked at him coldly, "How do you want me to save you?"
Shen Shichu was at a loss for words, and when he was asked to speak, he couldn't speak, feeling depressed and confused.
"How about, third uncle, you can buy the funeral parlor. As long as you are willing to make improvements and restore it to the hotel it was before, and then you step in to stimulate the economy, your hotel and my shopping mall will definitely make this area prosperous. Get up."
"Yes, there is more!"
Shen Shichu raised his body and took two steps forward on his knees, "There is also Miss Lu's horse farm. The land is expensive, and it was Miss Lu who speculated it. Her horse farm has driven the hotel's profits. Can you let Miss Lu come back?"
Bo Yanqing frowned subconsciously, and the more he heard, A self-deprecating sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes became more indifferent and deep. He saw Shen Shichu's wishful thinking with his own eyes, pursed his lips and said nothing.
(End of this chapter)