Chu Heng stood frozen on the spot, looking at the three stacks of beautiful knives on the table that were very close at hand and posing towards him, exuding the charming scent of ink, and felt unwilling to do so.
In the matter of Andrew and Avima, he has always done the work, and he has always shouldered the blame. He even made a donation out of his own pocket before. After finally knocking out a large amount of money, he has not yet
When I was warm, I was asked to leave again!
Mr. Meng, you are really like a sheep!
Chu Heng withdrew his gaze with a resentful look and glared at the troublesome waiter who wanted to love you.
The waiter knew he was in the wrong and lowered his head in shame, not daring to look at him.
"Then I'll leave this piece to you, I'll go back first."
Knowing that the situation was hopeless, Chu Heng didn't waste any more words. He confessed to the vicissitudes of life man with a slumped head, neatly arranged his clothes, threw away his long legs, turned around and left.
Is our wealthy family short of money?
It’s only 30,000 dollars, so sprinkle it on!
Chu Heng comforted himself and walked out. Just as he was about to leave the coffee shop, someone suddenly called him from behind.
"Hey, this comrade!"
He stopped expressionlessly, turned around and looked at the waiter who had caused him to lose 30,000 yuan, and asked, "Do you have anything else?"
"Um..." the waiter said with evasive eyes, "You haven't paid yet. Those two foreign guests left in a hurry."
Damn it!
Chu Heng almost couldn't hold his breath back, and the evil fire that was already full of him rushed up, instantly burning his handsome face to black at the bottom of the pot.
He stared at the waiter for a while, and finally managed not to get angry. He took a deep breath, calmed down his desire to take out a gun, and asked, "How much?"
It doesn’t matter whether it’s money or not, that’s not what it’s about!
After working hard for a long time, I didn’t get a penny out of it, so what the heck are you doing?!
It's all your fault for being such a talkative monkey!
Under his gaze, the waiter shrank his neck guiltily, and took a few steps back uneasily. He felt that it was almost safe, and then he cautiously said: "Ten...twelve!"
He was a little embarrassed to speak, because according to common sense, foreigners and Chinese people come here to spend money. Except for some special reception tasks, most of them are spent by foreigners. After all, the consumption here is not cheap. Considering the current salary level of Chinese people,
I mean, I really can’t afford it.
Originally, someone paid for Chu Heng's tea, but because of his intrusion, the person who paid for it ran away...
If it wasn't too expensive, he would have paid for it out of his own pocket!
Chu Heng didn't waste any words. He took out fifteen yuan from his pocket and handed it over with a sullen face: "Change!"
"Just a moment."
The waiter hurriedly ran up to take the money, found the change as quickly as possible, and sent the person out of the hotel respectfully like an ancestor.
Looking at the car that drove away quickly, the waiter let out a long sigh of relief. His back was covered with cold sweat and his clothes were wet.
Chu Heng was all scared...
The look in that girl's eyes was really scary. She stared at his neck coldly, as if she was going to strangle him alive.
Standing in front of him, there is always an illusion that life is not one's own.
…
Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
A certain office.
Boss Meng glanced at the 30,000 U.S. dollars on the table and the pile of records recording the conversation between Chu Heng and Chrissie Boli. He nodded to the vicissitudes of life man who brought these things over with a kind face.
Said: "Excuse me, comrade."
"No trouble, this is what I should do." The vicissitudes of life man saluted him, and then said in a neither humble nor overbearing tone: "Leader, if there is nothing else, I will go back. The institute has been a bit busy recently."
"Okay, go and do your work, work is important." After hearing this, Mr. Meng stood up, politely sent people out, and then turned back to his desk.
He first picked up a wad of money and looked at it, and then picked up the conversation record. He was curious about how on earth that boy Chu Heng got the 30,000 yuan in foreign exchange.
Mr. Meng looked at it very carefully.
Reading from the beginning, word for word, when he saw Chu Heng handing those photos to Krissy for sale instead of as gifts, he was stunned and his eyes widened in disbelief.
He knew that foreign print media spent money to buy news materials, but he never knew that this stuff was so valuable!
Then Mr. Meng thought of the information that he had sent out at random in the past that was difficult for ordinary people to access, and he felt like he had lost millions!
That’s all money!
They are all precious foreign exchange!
How many supplies are enough to buy?
Brother Meng sadly touched a cigarette and lit it, then continued to look down.
When he read that Chu Heng gave Chrissy advice on how to add fuel to Andrew's affairs, he smiled again.
"This kid is really full of bad ideas!"
"What the hell has happened!"
"What a shame!"
"But... hey!"
Boss Meng's reading speed was quite fast. After a while, he saw that Chu Heng taught others how to create fake news and encouraged Chrissy to create racial conflicts and profit from it.
"What the hell!"
"What a coward you are!"
Boss Meng was sweating. He was glad that he didn't agree to the disaster in the morning, but he was also annoyed that he was too impulsive.
It's a good thing I didn't get that kid here!
Otherwise, it would really be unbearable!
He still has some understanding of the internal situation of Citigroup. Racial conflicts have always been a stubborn problem. Incidents of discrimination are happening almost all the time across the country, and the gangsters have been holding their breath.
If the conflict is really intensified and the anger is vented, you can imagine how beautiful the scenery will be...
"hiss!"
Thinking of this, Mr. Meng took a breath and quickly glanced at the follow-up content. When he saw the above methods of igniting topics, instigating resistance, and other damaging tricks, he couldn't help but feel a toothache.
Immediately, he quickly picked up the phone on the table and called Xie Jun.
"Come here quickly, that thing of yours has caused trouble again!"
"How old?"
"How big is it? You'd better bring Jiuxinwan."
"...Can I not go?"
"Easy, what are you talking about?"
…
evening.
Chu Heng had just finished eating and was lying on the bed, thinking about how to make up for the recent losses.
He gave Avima more than 17,000 yuan, and Boss Meng confiscated another 30,000 yuan. The cafe also spent 12,000 yuan, plus more than 40,000 yuan inside and outside. Rounding up, it is 50,000 yuan, which is 100,000 yuan.
"Ouch!"
When he thought about losing 100,000 yuan, Teacher Chu felt very uncomfortable.
"What's wrong?"
Xiao Ni, who was sitting cross-legged on the kang and picking up the soles of her shoes, looked over curiously.
"I'm so worried."
Chu Heng groaned, rolled over, and kicked his feet, looking like he was dying.
Xiao Ni secretly glanced at her grandfather who was sitting aside reading a book, pursed her lips and said nothing, lowered her head and continued to pick up the soles of her shoes.
She has a secret recipe for treating her husband's illness. Whenever he feels uncomfortable, he can just give it a kiss. It can reduce swelling, relieve pain, clear away heat and activate blood circulation.
But my grandpa is right here, so this secret recipe won’t work.
So I could only turn a blind eye.
"Uncle Chu, Uncle Chu!"
At this time, a child's call came from outside his door.
"What are you doing? This is..."
Chu Heng, who was in an extremely irritable mood, climbed up from the kang, pulled Xiao Ni, who was about to go down to open the door, back to sit down, put on his shoes, put on his military coat, and wandered out with his hands behind his back.
