Early the next morning.

In the third floor of the hotel, Li Cuzi and Wu Zhongyong were having breakfast together, but they didn't see Xiaoqin.

"Old Wu, last night, I thought about the matter." Li Crooker bit the delicate little flower roll and said in a gentle tone.

"...what is it?" Wu Zhongyong looked up at Li Crook.

"Old Wu, let's be realistic. Before yesterday, Yi Pengyuan and I didn't know each other, let alone know each other. The opportunity to make money depends on you, and the ability to get money for him depends on you!" Li Clepton paused at this point, and then continued: "The money I want to get is not a minority, I have to have a guarantee."

Wu Zhongyong narrowed his eyes and looked at Li Crook, and after two seconds of silence, he immediately grinned.

"Old Wu, I have been living in so many years and have saved up this little family fortune!" Li Crooker looked at Wu Zhongyong's expression and said without any embarrassment: "So, I have to ask for a guarantee! You come forward to guarantee it in the middle, can you do it?"

Wu Zhongyong lowered his head and drank a sip of porridge without saying a word.

"Will something happen to the money be wrong? Let's not talk about it today! But the matter is going to be done. I will get you a guarantee fee of 200,000 yuan. What do you think?" Li Clenizi asked again.

"hehe!"

Wu Zhongyong looked at Li Cuzi and suddenly felt very funny. He usually called Li Cuzi brothers, and he could do anything, but when it comes to money, Li Cuzi could always tear his face openly and speak very explicitly and inhumanely.

When it comes to interests, Li Cutezi is indeed "very professional"...

"Old Li, I'll just ask you one thing! If Yi Pengyuan really ran away with money, then would you ask for this money...will you ask me for it? If I can't pay it back, can you watch me and go to prison?" Wu Zhongyong suddenly asked.

Li Crook was stunned for a moment, as if he was a little unresponsive.

"Haha, I'm joking with you!" Wu Zhongyong stared at Li Crook for two seconds, then smiled again, touched his head and replied, "Okay, I'll guarantee you!"

...

After Wu Zhongyong agreed to the guarantee, at noon that day, Li Cutezi called the company's finance department.

"Hey, Mr. Li!"

"How much money is there in the account?" Li Cutezi asked directly.

"It's about 16 million, what's wrong?" The financial officer was stunned for a moment, and then reported the number.

"The money can't be moved anymore, I may have to use it these days!"

"Do you use it all?"

"Yes!" Li Crook nodded.

"Mr. Li, the bidding is about to begin! We will have to pay the bidding deposit to the government tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, which will cost more than one million! After the deposit is paid, we will have to make up the full amount within a few days! You are now... What if it affects the bidding?" the financial officer asked with a frown.

"I use this money for a short time and it will not affect the full amount! In this way, just prepare 1,500 for me. For the remaining fraction, you will pay the deposit tomorrow or the next day." Li Crook thought for a while, and then replied quickly.

"Mr. Li, the bidding is not once a year. If you can't get the link because of money, you will have no new ground in your hands within two or three years. If you don't do it well, you will have to be punished!" The financial instructed.

"I know it's okay." Li Crooked paused and comforted his tone in a relaxed tone.

"Okay, I understand. I'll make an appointment with the bank today and transfer it to my private account first."

"That's it!"

After saying that, the two hung up the phone.

...

That afternoon, Xiaoqin left alone, and Wu Zhongyong never knew that she had been to the hotel from beginning to end.

Four o'clock in the evening.

Li Crooked Wu Zhongyong and asked with a smile: "Old Wu, let's go to Tibet together?"

"What are you doing?" Wu Zhongyong was stunned again.

"This year has not been smooth, I want to burn incense and make a wish." Li Crooked Zi sighed.

"...Haha, go now?" Wu Zhongyong smiled.

"I have booked all the tickets. Let's have a meal with Yi Pengyuan tonight. Get on the plane at 10 o'clock. You can clean up." Li Crooked, turned around and left.

Wu Zhongyong watched Li Crook leave, was silent for a long time, and sighed with his back, "Old Li, Old Li! You are so amazing!"

Yes, why did Li Crook ask Wu Zhongyong to go to Tibet at this time? In fact, the purpose is very simple and very rough!

Since you, Wu Zhongyong, is the guarantee, I must, when the money leaves me, tie you to death!

...

At dinner that night, Li Cutezi suddenly proposed that he would like to fly to Tibet with Wu Zhong Yongfei later, so he asked Yi Pengyuan if he could sign a private loan contract first.

Logically speaking, this requirement is extremely unreasonable because Yi Pengyuan has not yet obtained the money and there are many risks in signing a loan contract. However, this person is decisive in his work. He glanced at Wu Zhongyong, and when he saw Lao Wu nodding, he signed the contract directly.

The three parties sign and sign it in triplicate, and take a contract of IOU in a very formal way!

As soon as the "contract" was signed, Li Cutezi and Wu Zhongyong flew to Tibet in the evening. The two of them were inseparable from each other and were both together.

...

In the early morning of the third day, Li Cuzi and Wu Zhongyong walked up the steps of Jokhang Temple in the rising sun.

The magnificent temple, the solemn old monk, and the echoing bells made this ancient temple seem to be covered with holy light!

At some point, the chanting sounded, and the pleasant melody seemed to hit the heart of a mortal. Li Crooked knelt on the cushion with difficulty, folded his hands together, and murmured with a pious expression: "It is not easy to walk to this day with one leg! I promise you the incense, and you can keep me peaceful!"

Wu Zhongyong looked at Li Crooked and was speechless!

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Yi Pengyuan wrote a letter asking for funds to be recorded. However, Li Cutezi did not refuse and called the financial landline on one phone.

"I sent you the card number, please send money! You need to record it in real time. Before the bank gets off work, finish it!" Li Crooker said concisely.

"…!" The finance department agreed immediately.

...

At six o'clock in the evening, in the office room of a commercial building in Shanghai.

"Boss, the money has arrived." The clerk stood up and did not speak directly to Yi Pengyuan, but shouted at a young man.

"Yeah!" the young man nodded, then walked to Yi Pengyuan and said politely: "I'm in trouble, uncle."

"Haha!" Yi Pengyuan smiled and nodded slowly.

...

Hunchun, in the ward.

"Dingling!"

The voice of text messages on mobile phone sounded. Lin Jun was eating oranges while looking down at the contents, and saw four words written on it.

The overall situation has been decided!

"Crash!"

After reading this text message, Lin Jun rudely lifted the quilt, threw the half-pulled orange into the trash can, then got out of bed and moved his limbs.

"What's wrong?" Shen Man asked with his big eyes blinking.

"I'm cured!" Lin Jun simply replied, then called Zhong Zhenbei and asked directly: "Are you ready?"

"I'm always ready, haha." Zhong Zhenbei smiled.

"Let's get the knife open!" Lin Jun threw down a simple and clear sentence.
Chapter completed!