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Chapter 271 Warm feeling(1/2)

Chapter 271 The warm feeling

"Xiaojun, why are you so certain that these stock market indexes and yen will maintain a rise in recent time?"

After opening the meeting, the financial elites took the doubt and gone with their doubts. Liu Jun and Xiaoqing returned to the spacious president's office. Xiaoqing asked curiously.

"intuition!"

Liu Jun laughed. Xiaoqing wrinkled and wrinkled nose, shook her head with a smile, and was obviously dissatisfied with Liu Jun's answer. Liu Jun didn't intend to further explain it.

"Intuition" to push it.

"No matter how you know, just make money, right?"

"Hmm ... where to eat?"

Seeing that Liu Jun was unwilling to say more, he no longer asked.

For many years, most of the people who have followed Liu Jun have been used to doing it according to Liu Jun's intentions. As a result, it is usually unexpected. Over time, it is used to it.

Liu Jun laughed: "You are a landlord, you should arrange. Where do you eat?"

"I ate a job meal in the office at noon, and the takeaway is sometimes at night."

"Why are you still in the office at night?"

"Waiting for the opening of the New York stock market!"

Liu Jun patted his forehead and forgot this stubble. People are now the big boss of financial investment. It is normal to wait for the New York stock market to open.

"Can you eat it?"

Xiaoqing flat flat mouth, shook her head with a smile, the small looks very cute, where is there a little "female strong woman"?

"Sometimes I can cook some meals at home at night, which is a person, and it tastes good ..."

Liu Jun looked at her carefully, and did not see it for a few months, and it turned out to be a bit sharp. The chin has a little sharp meaning. It seems that these days in Hong Kong to build and operate this investment company. It is really hard.

Xiaoqing was a little embarrassed by Liu Jun, flushed, whispered: "What do you see?

"Xiaoqing, you are thin."

Xiao Qing froze, her eyes were a bit rosy, don't go too much.

"Let's go, let's go back for dinner, you do it for me."

Liu Jun walked over and gently grabbed her. Xiaoqing attached to Liu Jun's chest and nodded.

I came to the lobby in the elevator, Xiaoqing said to Liu Jun: "You wait for me for a while, I'll get a car."

"Um."

After a while, a red BMW came slowly and stopped steadily in front of Liu Jun. Liu Jun opened the door and sat into the co -driver.

It's the same, the Chinese people are slightly stunned.

Seeing that Liu Jun was sitting firmly, Xiaoqing gently touched the throttle, and BMW cars drove out. Xiaoqing's residence was like two blocks from Yichang Building.

Hong Kong is a medium -level.

"How many floors?"

"Ninth Floor."

Xiaoqing's voice was slightly trembling.

Liu Jun moved in his heart, turned his head to look at her, and was facing her eyes with affection. Liu Jun smiled. Xiaoqing also smiled a little embarrassed. Suddenly, the atmosphere became a bit awkward.

I forgot to ask her to book a hotel. It seems that I will live here tonight.

Xiaoqing lives in a small set of two -bedroom and one living room, a single woman, enough.

The room is very energetic. Most of them are struggling to make up. The furniture is simple. The products produced by large industries have simple and bright lines, highlighting the practicality.

"You sit for a while, I'll change my clothes."

Liu Jun nodded, lying obliquely on the sofa in the living room.

Xiaoqing entered the bedroom, and after a while, she changed a set of silver -gray casual clothes, walked into the kitchen, surrounded a small yellow apron, and wore a small yellow hat.

The beauty has become a little daughter -in -law who lives at home.

Seeing that Liu Jun leaned on the sofa, Xiaoqing was not busy making food, first turned on the TV, and gave Liu Jun a small pillow, lifted his head, gave him a pillow, and then a cup of cup.

The hot tea, just use her own small white porcelain cup, pull the small coffee table with stainless steel, and put it in the place where Liu Jun reaches the hand.

"Is there a ashtray?"

"Yeah, are you smoking?"

"Um……"

"have."

Xiaoqing didn't ask much and went into the kitchen.

Liu Jun was surprised that she lived alone, where the ashtray came, and when she saw her take a small soup bowl, she couldn't help laughing.

Xiaoqing laughed: "I don't smoke, use this instead of the ashtray."

Seeing that Liu Jun took out the Chinese smoke, she took Liu Jun's lighter and held it, and handed it to Liu Jun. Liu Jun took a deep breath, very comfortable. Xiaoqing saw him shook his head and his eyes were slightly.

Looks like, pouting and smiling, asking, "What do you want to eat?"

"As long as you do, I love to eat."

This sentence is the only way to please the girls. Sure enough, Xiaoqing's face is beautiful, with a slim waxy girl, and the footsteps enter the kitchen lightly.

The seductive fragrance.

Xiaoqing's craftsmanship was comparable to Qiao'er, but I do n’t know if all things have been entangled recently.

The costume martial arts films played on TV. At that time, Hong Kong-made movies, especially costume martial arts films, were in a serious shoddy stage in order to achieve benefits. They performed braided scenes, and the actors refused to shave their hair, so they picked it up on the back of their heads.

A fake braid pretends to deceive the audience. But it’s really strange that this low-cost cheap movie actually set off a huge "martial arts fever" in the entire Chinese circle, producing an astonishing economic miracle.

This kind of movie, Liu Jun does not like watching, but this "circle money" model makes Liu Jun a little emotional. It seems that as long as everything is seizing the market opportunity, one step is to take a big one, you can make a lot of money.

It is an issue that needs to be considered after fierce competition.

After smoking a cigarette, Liu Jun stood up and paced in the living room. Suddenly, a thick book was seen on the small several next to the sofa.

economics".

This "Macroeconomics" is a well -known American economist, and the professor of economics and international management at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, Don Bush, and Felhil and others. In the early edition of 1978, European and American universities

Macroeconomics textbooks. I never thought I saw it in Xiaoqing's room.

Liu Jun picked up the big book and opened it, and found that the bookmark was placed on the 11th chapter of "Monetary Policy and Fiscal Policy". In the content of the chapters, the densely painted with red pen was filled with emphasis on the line.

Qing thinks important parts.

This book is a translation published by Hong Kong. The vertical and traditional Chinese characters are not large. Liu Jun feels dizzy and brain in his eyes, but he doesn’t know how Xiaoqing can see it.

of.

"Eat ..."

Xiao Qing's crispy and melodious sound sounded.

Liu Jun glanced on the table and saw a plate of chicken diced, a plate of returning meat, a green vegetable, chicken Ding and back pot meat, all of which were covered with red pepper. At first sight, he appeared.

Liu Jun laughed, closed the book, got up and had to go to Sheng dinner, Xiaoqing stopped, and sat in the chair, smiled and said, "You are a master, just sit in peace and wait!"

Liu Jun laughed: "If you want President Liu to serve himself, you can't afford it!"

"My mother often said, men are heaven, women are earth ..."

Xiaoqing sighed with a smile, and had a bowl of rice in front of me with his hands and feet.

"Do you want some wine?"

"Let's spare the wine."

"Then drink a bowl of soup first? A bowl of soup before meal, slim and healthy."

Liu Jun smiled slightly and nodded. In his last life, Xia Xiaoqing often said this sentence on his ears. Now it sounds warm. Xiaoqing has a bowl of seaweed soup in front of him.

After a sip, the taste was delicious, and nodded again.

Xiao Qing, who was waiting for Liu Jun's reaction, was relieved gently, and a smile was rippling on the beautiful face.

"Ms. Green, the craft is still so good."

Liu Jun likes it while eating.

"Eat more if you are delicious."

Xiaoqing was happier. She ate a bite with a beautiful blue and white porcelain bowl. She hadn't left Liu Jun at her eyes for a moment.

A bowl of rice was finished, and I put down the bowl.

"Eating less, things, you can eat more, you should eat more."

Liu Jun picked up the "Macroeconomics" and patted it gently, saying.
To be continued...
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