Chu Heng's skills in counting money are perfect. He counted one hundred thousand dollars, ten wads of bills, and one thousand pieces of paper in just three minutes.
This is because it has to be unpacked, otherwise it would be faster.
Li Jiangqi's speed was also not slow. The agreement only had eight pieces of paper, and there were only sixteen pieces of paper in duplicate. For her with strong professional ability, this was simply a piece of cake.
In less than five minutes, she handed the agreement that she had read over several times back to Chu Heng, and said calmly: "There is nothing wrong with this agreement."
"Of course there will be no problem, I am the honest and reliable Chrissy Boley!" Chrissy raised her chin shamelessly.
"Come on, I don't think a small newspaper owner who makes money from gossip news can have anything to do with these words." Chu Heng sneered, took out the pen from his jacket pocket, signed the two agreements respectively, and thumbed
He dipped it in a box of ink pad that Chrissy had prepared in advance, put his fingerprint on the agreement, and then pushed the two agreements to the opposite side.
"This is a misunderstanding. Although I make money from gossip news, it is just a means of survival for me. My heart is clean." Chrissy signed the words nonchalantly, and after pressing his fingerprints, the matter was finally settled.
, an excited smile appeared on his face involuntarily.
This agreement is very likely... no, it will definitely bring him at least one million in income!
"Happy cooperation, my good brother!"
"Nice to work with, my best friend!"
After putting away their respective agreements, the two stupid guys shook hands with smiles on their faces.
After letting go of his hand, Chrissy didn't leave in a hurry. Instead, he turned around and shamelessly hugged Li Jiangqi, who obviously didn't want to talk to him.
"Li, do you have time tonight? How about we have dinner together?"
"Uh...I, I..." Li Jiangqi looked distressed at the guy in front of him who had written the desire for human mating on his face. He glanced at Chu Heng secretly, hoping that he would take action to save her again.
"Get out of here!"
Although Chu Heng had a little quarrel with Li Jiangqi, he didn't hate her, so naturally he wouldn't just sit back and watch. He immediately stood up and kicked Krissy on the butt.
He was never polite to these foreigners.
"Fuck, you are so rude!"
Chrissy suddenly staggered and almost fell down. He stared at Chu Heng and raised his middle finger, stepped on the reporter's bag, took a cigarette and ran away.
Li Jiangqi looked at the mop pole that had come out of the door and felt relieved. Then she glanced at Chu Heng who was sticking out his butt in front of the coffee table and putting money into a net bag. After hesitating for a moment, he said softly: "Thank you."
"Um?"
Chu Heng stopped, turned his head and looked over, his eyes widened in an exaggerated way, and his ears twitched: "Oh, God, our proud little Zaohe actually said thank you to me. Did I hear wrongly?"
"Death you!"
Li Jiangqi gave him a hard look, turned around and left with light steps, an imperceptible smile on her lips.
"whispering sound!"
Chu Heng glanced at his mouth, happily packed the money, straightened up with the net bag in hand, said hello to the Gao Ling sisters in the room, and then went out and drove to the compound next door.
On the way, he also met Li Jiangqi, who was walking under the flower trees with her hands behind her back. Under the cover of green trees and white flowers, she had the gentle temperament of a Jiangnan woman and looked even more peaceful now, like a flower fairy in mythology.
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Chu Heng took a few glances, stopped the car to pick her up without asking for trouble, and just stepped on the accelerator and rushed over.
Not long after.
This guy parked his car under the office building, and then walked into the building coquettishly carrying a bag of one hundred thousand US dollars in banknotes.
As soon as he went up the stairs, Qian Ding bumped into him at the entrance of the stairs as he was about to go out.
"Here we come, team leader."
Qian Ding said hello with a smile and was about to walk over when he suddenly spotted the pocket of colorful banknotes in his hand. He was stunned: "So many beautiful knives? Where did you get them?"
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"It's not a robbery anyway." Chu Heng grinned, passed by him, and continued to climb up the stairs.
"Tsk tsk, you are really the God of Wealth! Why do you feel like our team leader makes money just like drinking cold water?"
Qian Ding smacked his tongue and looked back at the pocket of money, then walked downstairs with emotion.
And Chu Heng carried the money all the way through the market in a swaggering manner and arrived outside Meng Da Lao's office. Seeing that the door was unlocked and the person should be in the room, he raised his hand and prepared to knock on the door and enter.
But just when it was about to fall, Chu Heng suddenly stopped. He lowered his head and looked at the money in the net pocket, blinked, and raised a smirk at the corner of his mouth.
"bump!"
Ya raised her foot and kicked the door!
After making so much money, I can't be more arrogant?
Mr. Meng, who was giving instructions in the room, was startled. The teacup in his hand was knocked over. He hurriedly picked up the report, lifted the teacup up, and then raised his head to look at the door. He happened to see someone kicking in the door.
Chu Heng took back his big feet.
In an instant, Meng Huazhi's many years of qi-nurturing skills broke through his defenses. He was so angry that his lungs were about to explode. He opened his mouth and cursed: "You're so damn... gah!"
Before he could curse, he saw Chu Heng proudly picking up the net bag in his hand and shaking it. He immediately suppressed the next words and asked doubtfully: "Where did you get so much money?"
"You can make money."
Chu Heng walked forward in three unsteady steps, pulled out the chair and sat down in front of him, slamming his net bag on the desk.
"Where did you make it? Did you sell the clothes again?" Meng Huazhi looked at the colorful banknotes and lost any anger in his heart. He opened his net bag with a smile on his face, took out a bundle of money and looked at it.
Hey, it’s so pretty!
"Can I get the money from selling clothes?" Chu Heng grabbed a cigarette on the table and lit one. He held his head high and reported to him how he used the Cold War relationship between Citigroup and Maozi to sell books.
After a while.
"Haha, this is a great trick! You can make money, and at the same time, you can give them fire and let them continue dog-eat-dog. It can be said to kill two birds with one stone!" After hearing this, Meng Huazhi excitedly patted the table and looked at Chu Heng.
His eyes became more and more appreciative.
What?
Did he kick in my door?
No leader?
Nonsense!
It was obviously the broken door that was in the way, but it was blind and got in the way of my eldest nephew. He deserved to be kicked!
I'll crack it tomorrow!
My nephew, Chu Heng, is truly my wise man!
"What kills two birds with one stone?"
Just then, a ministry leader walked in with his hands behind his back.
He had just heard someone say that Chu Heng was coming with a bag of money, so he came to ask out of curiosity.
And after listening to Meng Huazhi explain Chu Heng's operation, the leader naturally couldn't help praising this guy. Then he set his eyes on the pocket of money and said with great greed: "Old man.
Meng is getting rich again."
"I can use this money, so don't make any crooked ideas!"
Meng Huazhi looked at him warily, quickly collected the money and stuffed it under the table.
"Tsk, don't be so stingy. If you eat meat, you have to give your brother some soup, right? Twenty thousand, I want twenty thousand."
"How dare you open your mouth!"
"Isn't that 15,000 percent?"
"Oops, I'm out of tea leaves."
"Tell me earlier, I still have a box of Mingqian Longjing, I'll get it for you!"
"Fifteen thousand, right? Then ask someone to go to the finance department to get it!"
