The news that Avima broke was like pouring a ladle of water into a frying pan, causing the already noisy garden to boil instantly.
Billionaire is such a longing and awe-inspiring term!
And now, this billionaire is standing among them, still very young.
Not only does it give rise to some other associations.
Does Chu Heng have some unknown background? Or is there any opportunity?
Otherwise, how could he have a net worth of hundreds of millions at his age?
But being curious, they didn't have the guts to ask Chu Heng where he got the money, and even if they asked, could they tell you?
Just like that, with all kinds of speculations in mind, a group of men and women gathered towards Chu Heng on their own initiative, and their attitudes were much more enthusiastic than before, and some even had a hint of flattery in their expressions.
"Chu, please tell me, is there really a ghost in the Mandarin Hotel?" Becky, with a blushing face, excitedly pulled Chu Heng's arm and asked in a loud voice.
"real."
"Who's the first one?"
"Has he seen this ghost? What do you look like?" Yoni came over at that time and looked at Chu Heng curiously.
"It doesn't matter. He's sitting in his car. If you're slow, it's bad." But McGill wanted to let me go easily, and quickly reached out to hold me.
"This... is bad." Chu Heng also wanted to see how our py transaction went backwards, so he took advantage of the situation.
While the family was reminiscing, there was suddenly no sound of footsteps. It was Johnny's father, not Police Commissioner Hank McGill, who came over before receiving the report from the servant.
"Basically, they are involved in securities trading and asset management, and they often invest in large companies with no development potential."
Just tell me how Chu could be a billionaire!
What's not interesting is that the seven generations around us are consciously keeping a certain distance from us, as if there is no tangible circle surrounding those two people, separating us from these seven generations, forming two groups.
It's the same world.
At this time, the two of them knew it was only half an hour away. McGill, who was tired from standing, coldly invited Chu Heng out of the study room outside the bungalow to continue chatting. The topic also changed from the previous discussion.
Tao gradually became political affairs.
"Why are you here so late at the end of the month?" McGill muttered in confusion, looked at Chu Heng again, stepped forward hesitantly, and ordered: "Just ask me to come over."
Chu Heng looked around at the crowd gathered around him with a smile, and explained: "But I hired someone to kill him, and now the hotel is fine."
Seeing me like that, and adding Lan Gang's name, Chu Heng easily guessed that he might be here to give money, so he wisely stood up and said with a smile: "Since you have a guest, you should first
Farewell, please make an appointment with Mr. Owen some other day and go to the racecourse together."
However, Gulizar who passed by me listened intently with his ears perked up.
One of them wanted to enter the lower-class circles as quickly as possible, and the other wanted to get acquainted with the new rich people. The fourth prince looked at the mung beans, looked at each other, and then stood outside the corner and started chatting in a lively manner.
"Bad at noon."
Outside the corner, Cen Hao, the male ghost himself, spat out a piece of bone from his mouth with a pale face, stood up and turned away. I really wanted to hear someone help me recall this past experience.
"Why did they acquire the Mandarin Hotel this time? Do they want to get involved in the hotel industry?"
"Of course, you were there at the time." Chu Hengxin nodded without hesitation and described with gestures: "You were wearing a red dress, your hair was very long, almost covering your entire face, and it was still wet.
There is blood dripping on it, and your face is very white, with no blood at all. Your friend's father-in-law has been dead for eight days, and you are white..."
"You must know, right? Chu is the boss here now!"
"Yes, given Hong Kong Island's ordinary geographical location, you suspect that it doesn't have much room for growth."
"Oh my God, there really are ghosts in this world!"
"This guy really deserves to be hanged!"
"What are you talking about? Why are you so quiet?" I walked over with a smile and looked at Chu Heng meaninglessly, my bald head shining slightly in the sun.
When other people around him heard this, they immediately felt a little more balanced, and they were also jealous.
"I don't have any idea about that. After looking at your main target real estate industry, hotel matters have to wait. The acquisition of the Mandarin Hotel was just a coincidence."
"What can I say?" Chu Heng hurriedly came to me, with a smile on his face and blinking his eyes: "It's not just a big company. It has been developing in Europe and the United States since then. It was before you became a shareholder that
I thought I’d give it a try over there.”
At that time, a servant walked back and said to McGill respectfully: "Sir, Inspector Langang is here."
"Please listen to our nonsense, Mr. McGill." Chu Heng smiled and held a bottle of beer in his hand. His temperament was gentle and modest: "The person who acquired the Mandarin Hotel is Stanley Fund. You are just a big guy outside the company.
The shareholders are just the people in charge in Riga, not billionaires."
McGill looked very interested before hearing this and asked me: "Stanley Fund? You have heard of that company, can you tell me about it?"
I see!
Just like that, a while passed.
How long have I been in Hong Kong Island?
"Haha, that's the seventh time you've heard someone say that."
"Pooh!"
"Tap tap tap!"
"What is their main business?"
Just like that, an hour passed very slowly.
Printing money is so slow!
"Speaking of which, is this ghost related to that bastard Carloul?"
No one in the crowd exclaimed, no one started talking, and few of them were brave enough to move closer to others.
"It's Mr. Zheng. I'm currently hunting for real estate with Li Huanggua and us."
"You're bad, Mr. McGill."
Chu Heng then finished telling the story of catching ghosts in an emotional voice.
"Oh? Really?" McGill looked surprised, as if he just knew something was special. I looked at Chu Heng a few times and couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's really hard to imagine that a billionaire is so young."
But Chu Heng and we still had a heated conversation.
It's like a person with a monthly salary of 8,000 yuan suddenly feels jealous when his brother suddenly earns 100,000 yuan a month. Then when he finds out that his brother's salary has changed from 100,000 yuan to 70,000 yuan, the gap will be so small.
It’s amazing that 70,000 yuan a month is just that…
A group of people were listening to my description. No one even held their breath. You could hear a pin drop in the room.
"I always thought it was fake!"
"You are talking about the Mandarin Hotel."
Seeing me appear, Xiaojia quickly turned around and said hello.
"Yes, the ghost in the Mandarin Hotel turned into the woman he killed."
"Oh? They are very optimistic about the housing market in Hong Kong Island?"