Chapter 1821 Survival Game 72
As a nobleman, rich man Jin could live a prosperous life without any investment and only relied on his title and ancestral property. He raised the wine glass in his hand towards Boss Qian with a smile on his lips. This game is really interesting!
Boss Qian responded, saying that there is nothing wrong with anyone, the more money, the better.
Seeing that Boss Qian also had an opportunity, the fat rich man couldn't help laughing: "Thor, I wonder if she is interested in your business."
Thor glared: "There may be cooperation. Sooner or later she will want to buy some weapons for self-defense. But she may not want to partner with you in stock trading!"
The fat rich man's wanton smile did not diminish: "That's not necessarily true. She might be willing to spend money to have dinner with me and listen to my stock trading experience."
This guy who is known as the God of Stocks actually makes losses sometimes, but he just doesn’t let others know. With abundant funds and the fact that he leaks information from time to time, the price will naturally go up for whatever price you buy. Even a meal with him can be charged a sky-high price.
Thor despised: "She doesn't seem that stupid. She would spend money to eat with others. But when she comes to me to buy weapons, I will treat her to a meal for free."
Due to No. 166's request, the game is willing to help, and several helpers will follow her and provide services for a month in the country she wants. There is no fee, you just need to post her life online from time to time to give the game some positive energy.
Xining picked up the sleeping pill and drank it with water.
When she woke up, she was already lying on a big bed, wearing the same hot-selling set with free shipping.
Um? ? ? Xining was a little confused, shouldn't the mission be over? Could it be that the body owner wants her to do the next thing?
Mo Ming: "Arrange it well, extra points."
Okay, okay! She got up, walked to the window, opened the thick curtains, and saw the undulating mountains outside the window, the blue sky with marshmallow-like clouds floating in it, and a small lake in front. Under the sunlight that occasionally broke out of the clouds, the waves shone. sparkling.
What a scenery!
She turned around. The room was furnished in European style, and there was a tasseled rope beside the bed. She walked over and pulled it.
The bell rang distantly from outside, very softly. Soon there was a knock on the door, and after getting her permission, a group of people walked in.
The leader was a man in his thirties wearing an all-black suit, followed by three men and two women wearing uniform black business suits and holding folders, but none of them wore masks.
After standing still, the man introduced: "My name is Wei An, and I am your personal butler. The five next to me are your assistants. They will plan various investment matters. There are also twelve housekeeping staff in this house. If If you are satisfied with the house, you can buy it; if you are not satisfied, you can find another place.”
Xining raised his eyebrows: "This place is not bad, let's stay there for a while."
Immediately, a female assistant showed her folder: "Ms. Guo, regarding immigration, there are some documents that you need to take a look at."
Guo Lin is the name of the body owner. Finally, there is no need to use 166 anymore. It is just a number.
Other assistants also said there was something they needed to see and sign for approval.
Xining walked to the desk next to him, his attitude was obvious, and he was ready to read the documents. And asked: "Mr. Wei, please give me a cup of coffee, add four pieces of sugar and two parts of milk. As for you, do whatever you want!"
Some assistants asked for coffee and some asked for tea. After Wei An went out to make arrangements, he came in with two people dressed as maids carrying trays.
Wei An looked at Guo Lin, who was holding a pen and reading the English materials word for word. He asked questions from time to time and walked out gently. Until the calling bell rang again. Wei An walked to the door and knocked on the door. After receiving permission, he straightened his crisp black suit, opened the door and walked in.
"All solatium payments must be received on time, and the list of investment companies must be placed in front of me within ten days. If you can't do it, you can tell me now." Her eyes were sharp, just like a strong woman in the workplace. If she hadn't been wearing a The original clothes were almost unrecognizable.
The five assistants all agreed, and their attitude was a bit submissive. These are president assistants poached from various large companies. They are extremely experienced and can handle all kinds of things under the original president, from business to personal life.
"Very good, go ahead and do it. If you have any questions, tell me anytime. Don't wait till the end to qualify." Xining raised his chin slightly towards the door.
The five assistants walked out, seemingly a little uneasy, leaving Wei An alone.
Wei An stood there and said in a voice that was neither humble nor arrogant but also had an ethical tone: "Do you need me to do anything?"
Xining looked at him and burst into laughter. It might be confusing to others, but Wei An knew what she was laughing at.
Seeing the former No. 166 walking up to him, he raised his hand and covered the upper half of his face, but his separated fingers exposed his eyes... Sure enough, she knew it from the beginning.
"Is your name Wei An?" Why do these names match her names? One is called Xining and the other is Wei (Wei) An.
Looking at the other person's smiling eyes, he was completely less strong than before. Wei An couldn't help but have some gentleness in his eyes: "Isn't this a bad name?" If not, you can change it. It's just a name anyway.
Can't say no, maybe yes, maybe not. But it didn't matter. This very principled person secretly helped her while complying with the rules. She could feel and judge this.
"Okay, okay." Xining took a deep breath and then said: "Steward Wei, please prepare the snowflake beef set meal, and you and I will eat it together. Don't think too much, I'm just talking to you about work matters, after all You and I need to get along for a month.”
"I can stand." Wei An's tone returned to calmness inadvertently, with a conservative look, really like an old-school British butler.
Xining walked to the desk, took a sip of coffee, leaned against the desk, and looked at him leisurely: "I don't want to talk to you with my neck raised, and I don't have the habit of letting others watch with hungry stomachs. I eat, it makes me uncomfortable.”
So this is not an invitation, but an order, something she is not used to.
"Also, please help me prepare a set of clothes. The clothes you arranged before will be fine."
Black sports board shorts and a white short-sleeved crew neck sweatshirt? Wei An couldn't help but turn up the corners of his mouth, bend slightly in a suitable posture and nod: "Okay, miss."
"And~" What he said made his heart beat faster: "You can talk to me in Chinese here, and you can take off your gloves. Of course, as long as you feel comfortable wearing the gloves. Now if there is nothing else, see you at dinner."
"Okay, miss." Wei An still behaved with respect. He had always performed a full set of acting roles. Now his identity is a butler, that is, a butler.
After he walked out of the room, he took off the snow-white cotton gloves on his hands one by one. On the back of his hand, an old burn scar was exposed. As for himself, a smile spread across his face unconsciously.
(End of chapter)