After confirming the investment, Chu Heng and Benino chatted about the situation at Borgward in the room.
At about half past one, the two of them, who were a little hungry, came out of the room and asked Cen Hao to go downstairs for lunch. Benigno then said goodbye and left the hotel happily.
After sending the person away, Chu Heng went back to the room directly and called EM using his real identity and asked them to send a team to represent the investment and acquisition project.
After that, Chu Heng didn't go out to hang out. After staying in the hotel for two days, the em's people came.
The leader of the team is still Chu Heng's old acquaintance Martin. He has two purposes for this trip. One is to take charge of Chu Heng's investment projects, and the other is to give the more than 20 million yuan to Chu Heng's fake identity Cote.
· Sent by Evans.
Of course, Martin naturally didn't know that Chu Heng was responsible for these two things.
At ten o'clock in the morning, the sun was shining brightly and the sky was blue.
"Tu tu tu tu!"
A taxi stopped in front of a cafe on Sainte Street in downtown Los Angeles.
"Thanks."
Chu Heng, who dressed himself as a middle-aged white man, paid and got out of the car, and Shi Shiran walked into the coffee shop.
"Mr. Evans."
In the coffee shop, an employee who had received Chu Heng's em quickly stood up and waved to him.
Chu Heng followed the sound, glanced at Martin sitting next to the employee without any trace, and strode forward.
"We meet again, Mr. Nelson."
"Mr. Evans, let me introduce to you, this is the deputy general manager of our company, Mr. Martin."
"Hello."
Chu Heng pretended to shake hands with Martin and got to know each other, and then after a few more polite remarks, Martin took out an agreement for him to sign.
After signing, he chatted with them in the coffee shop for a while. When the news came from EM Company that the money had arrived, he called the bank to confirm before saying goodbye to Martin and the others.
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Then Chu Heng went to the bank non-stop. He first paid the fee for hiring Gaul Hongmen to Lian Guanglong in Washington. After finishing the work, he quickly found a place to take off his disguise and hurriedly took a taxi back to the Millennium Hotel.
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At noon, he had to meet Martin under his original identity...
But the grandson was very busy.
Twelve noon.
After working hard all morning, Chu Heng returned to the hotel a little tired. After entering the room, he took a shower and changed his clothes. The phone rang in the room.
Thinking it was Martin who was here, he hurried over and answered the phone, but unexpectedly, the front desk informed him that it was Sibel Mas, the owner of the Roosevelt Hotel, who was visiting.
"This guy is really well-informed. He can find me even if I'm hiding here."
Chu Heng couldn't help but frown after hearing this. To be honest, he really didn't want to see this Mas, but he didn't want to offend him, so he had no choice but to tell the front desk: "Send him up."
"Okay, sir."
After hanging up the phone, Chu Heng came to the sofa with a drooped face and sat down. After waiting for a long time, the waiter brought Mas.
As soon as the two met, Mas bent down in a very low posture and said apologetically: "Mr. Chu Heng, please forgive me for being presumptuous and disturbing you without an appointment."
"How could it happen? I'm very happy to meet you again, Mr. Mas. Come in." False enthusiasm appeared on Chu Heng's face, and he invited Mas, who was carrying gifts, into the room and sit down.
"What to drink?"
"Ice water is fine."
"Then please wait a moment."
Chu Heng got up again and made a call downstairs. After ordering something to drink, he returned to the sofa and sat down. He didn't bother to be polite to Mas and said directly: "I don't know if you are here this time.
What's the matter?"
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"I came here specifically to thank you." Mas said with a grateful face: "If you hadn't exposed the conspiracy that night, my hotel would have been ruined."
"There's no need to thank you. I just happened to meet you that day." Chu Heng said with a smile.
"I still want to thank you." As he said that, Mas took out a check from his arms and put it on the table. He said with a sincere expression: "This is one hundred thousand US dollars. Please be sure to take it."
Tsk!
The magic stick really makes money!
Chu Heng glanced at the check and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, but he didn't accept it. He stretched out his hand to push the check back and said with a smile: "I received your thanks, but the money is free. I have no interest in this thing."
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Mas blinked when he heard this, and his mind suddenly became alive.
If you are not interested in money, then what are you interested in?
Spellcasting items?
Maas, who felt that he might have an opportunity to get involved in the wizarding world, felt his heart skip a beat and asked hurriedly: "I wonder what you need, Mr. Chu Heng? You can just ask, and I will definitely find it for you."
"I don't..." Chu Heng was about to reject him and send him away, but suddenly his heart moved. He looked at the dog-like Mas, and an idea emerged.
Chrissy said that this unfortunate old man has a very wide network of contacts, so why not try asking him to help collect some Chinese antiques?
Thinking of this, the corner of Chu Heng's mouth curled up, and then he pretended to hesitate and said: "I have been searching for ancient objects recently. If possible, can Mr. Mas collect some for me? Of course, I will pay."
"No, no, no, you have helped me so much, how can I ask for your money?" Mas, who felt that he had participated in the wizarding world, waved his hands excitedly.
"Let's talk about the money later." He hadn't seen anything yet, so Chu Heng didn't bother to bother with him on this matter. Instead, he said: "Let me tell you the conditions of the items I need first.
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"Please tell me." Mas quickly approached him.
Chu Heng thought for a while and felt that it was not good to directly ask for Chinese antiques too openly, so he said: "There is no limit to the type of ancient items I want. The older the better, forget about Citi's items, their history is all
There’s always a recipe that never sets.”
"Okay, I understand."
Mas nodded thoughtfully, and then asked carefully about the general situation of the ancient items Chu Heng needed. It wasn't until the front desk downstairs called him to inform him that Martin was coming, that he wisely stood up and left.
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"Goodbye, Mr. Chu Heng."
"goodbye."
"I will definitely collect what you need for you as soon as possible."
"Thank you, Mr. Mass."
"Please don't be polite. It's my honor to serve you."
After sending the respectful Mas out of the room, Chu Heng smiled and shook his head without closing the door, and turned back to the house.
He went straight to the sofa and sat down, took a box of cigars brought by Mas, opened them, lit one and tasted it, and puffed out the smoke leisurely with an expectant look on his face.
"I hope this guy can find something good for me."
"Dong dong dong."
At this time, there was a knock on the door. Chu Heng turned around and saw Martin standing outside the open door.
"Welcome, old friend." He stood up warmly and came forward to greet him.
"I didn't expect to meet again so soon." Martin smiled, hugged him, and joked: "I think you might as well just acquire our company. I will almost become your personal assistant."
"Haha, if you sell it for some reason, I would be very willing to do so." Chu Heng took it seriously and asked with a smile, "You can make a price. If it is suitable, I will pay you right away."
