Luo Zhongjun took An Zhiwen's car back to the capital. When the bus arrived at Beijing South Station, he got off the bus after thanking him. After entering the station through security check, he saw that there was still some time before the high-speed train departed at 5:20, so he couldn't help but give
Qiao Shuang called, "Sister Qiao, I'm going back to Shanghai."
He visited Rongcheng and conducted research for several weeks. He had already written his graduation thesis and issued a report to An Zhiwen.
When Qiao Shuang received the call, she was reporting to Jing Gao on the situation of the villa in Villa No. 3 in the Yuntu Villa District in Changbei District.
It was a 350 million transaction, and Xie Wangzhen, an old resident, was still there, so he came forward to negotiate with the seller. She must have made a detailed report! She couldn't let the boss suspect that she was taking kickbacks. She was not that short-sighted.
This morning I just went to spin off the two venture capital funds under the name of Zhongrun Company into the newly established Phoenix Fund. Mr. Jing invested a total of 500 million in this fund company.
In addition to the 100 million venture capital funds that Han Wenguang and Zuo Hao were responsible for respectively, there were also investments negotiated by Jing Gao himself.
For example: the 30 million invested in Mr. Wang from Ming and Qing Town in Xianghe; the investment in Mr. Lu; and the acquisition of Xie Wangzhen's company were all done through Phoenix Fund's accounts.
As the legal representative of Phoenix Fund, she owns 0.1% of the shares. This is worth 5 million. This is the reward for her hard work during this period.
Qiao Shuang glanced at the number, pressed down the phone, stroked her short hair and said, "Mr. Jing, we hired Daystar Security Company to check and found that there is only one underground wine cellar. It is very safe."
Jing Gao nodded and didn't care much. He looked at the villa covering an area of about 5 acres at the gate on the first floor. The front yard and back yard were covered with green trees. The lawn in the garden was very good. You could play football on it.
He was quite satisfied.
As for the turf in the villa, it is expensive and not for playing football. Who cares about that? I have the final say on my territory. I am powerful, rich and willful.
"Mr. Jing, if this house is tidied up, it will be very comfortable to live in. Then, I will come and visit every day." Jing Gao was accompanied by Xie Wangzhen, Gong Cheng, Zhong Qiming, and several "juniors" who worked in Xia Shang Real Estate Group.
Shareholders" accompanies.
Doing business in the capital city does not mean that having money can lead to unimpeded business. Sometimes it is also necessary to cultivate connections. The approach of large companies is very simple, that is, to recruit people with connections and give them high salaries.
Xie Wangzhen and a few friends wanted to start a real estate company before, so naturally some of their connections were inherited into Xia Shang Real Estate.
Xia Shang Real Estate cooperates closely with Gong Cheng's branch, which can be regarded as Jing Gao's "reciprocation". After all, Gong Cheng has been working for him. Although Gong Cheng did not listen to him and was transferred to Baoding.
Behind him was a group of entourage, each person’s assistant, secretary, and driver. But Xiao Qiao brought five secretaries with him.
Jing Gao smiled and said: "Mr. Xie, I welcome you!"
In fact, he does not live here permanently, but uses this place as a place to entertain friends. The University of Trade and Economics is the most comfortable place for him to live, full of fireworks, and Deng Ran and Ye Jing accompany him.
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Seeing that everything was fine here at Jinggao, Qiao Shuang opened the glass door, walked to the corner of the balcony, and called Luo Zhongjun back. She could feel Luo Zhongjun's joy through the phone, "Sister Qiao, I'm sorry for disturbing your work.
Already."
Qiao Shuang bit her lip gently, suppressing her smile. Something had actually been made clear. That day in the hotel bar, she simply asked him to change his name to "Sister Qiao". However, she didn't think about it yet.
Do you want to accept Luo Zhongjun's pursuit?
It’s not that I think he’s bad. He’s a good-looking, 24-year-old graduate student from a prestigious university. He’s one year younger than her. It would be embarrassing to take him back to his hometown! Moreover, after she has been in society for so many years, who is really interested in her?
She's good, but she still can't tell the difference?
Just because this relationship is too pure, she has some concerns. She has her past story. Mr. Jing uses her ability, regardless of how many relationships she has had and the past. And Luo Zhongjun wants to marry her.
"Why did you call me even though I knew you were there?" Qiao Shuang unconsciously asked, "Mr. An's car is coming soon, isn't it?"
Luo Zhongjun suddenly felt a sense of frustration. His love was a little crazy, "Well. About half an hour ago."
"That's almost there. Your report was very good. It pointed out several major problems of Xia Shang Textile Group's aging equipment, irregular production processes, unclear sales prospects, and the difficulties in transforming into the garment industry.
I mentioned it to Mr. Jing, and he should praise you in front of Professor Wei. In addition, there is also a reward from Xia Shang Textile Group. I will send it to you after the internal audit process on my side is completed. "
Luo Zhongjun grinned silently. Even Xiaobai understood that Sister Qiao must have helped him, and his depressed mood instantly improved, "Sister Qiao, thank you!"
Qiao Shuang said sharply: "Why, you thought that my assistant was just doing nothing. I have read your report carefully." Although she didn't actually understand it, she at least remembered the point of view and the table of contents.
Luo Zhongjun stuttered: "No...no. I..." He also knew that Qiao Shuang graduated from a college. He was a graduate student at Aurora University, and this academic subject was a bit sensitive.
Qiao Shuang couldn't help but chuckle, "What a fool! Make sure to wear a coat when sleeping on the high-speed train. I checked the temperature in Shanghai tonight and it's 21 degrees. Don't catch a cold. Goodbye."
After hanging up the phone, Xiao Qiao walked out of the balcony with light steps and a smile on her lips. Just then, the cars of Dong Lingxi, Xia Rongxi, and An Zhiwen arrived at Villa No. 3.
On the high-speed train, Luo Zhongjun hung up the phone and felt warm in his heart. He wanted to sing a song or shout. He took his mobile phone and looked at the photos that Qiao Shuang had generously taken of him in the hotel bar. He was a little intoxicated.
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The blurry, dark scene outside the car in the evening flashed past.
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Jing Gao hosted a banquet in Villa No. 3 for An Zhiwen, Xie Wangzhen, Zhong Qiming, Gong Cheng, Dong Lingxi, Xia Rongxi and others.
The chef was invited by An Zhiwen's connections. He is the chef of an extremely famous private restaurant in Beijing. It is said that this private restaurant was invested and opened by a friend of Professor Zhao. The chef holds 20% of the shares.
The old man came over with his two apprentices and the ingredients and got busy around three o'clock in the afternoon. The banquet started at six o'clock.
What comes out is a tofu carving, which is quite awesome! Then add a fish, steamed pork with rice flour, chicken soup and other dishes, a total of twelve dishes, all delicious and delicious. The host and guests were very happy and praised it.
After drinking and eating, Jing Gao apologized to Xie Wangzhen and others, and invited An Zhiwen, Dong Lingxi, and Xia Rongxi to the small living room to drink tea and talk.
Dong Lingxi was wearing a white suit, as bright and colorful as ever, with convex and concave curves. She exchanged a few pleasantries, put down the tall glass in her hand, and said with a smile: "Young Master Jing, let's talk!" Her role as an intermediary was now completed.
Jing Gao sat on the sofa without moving, smiled, nodded and made a gesture.
Dong Lingxi walked out of the small living room gracefully.
