Meng Tianqing laughed and shook his head, saying: "Dad, if people want face, just give it to them. There is no need to be serious."
"Should I be more serious with him? Is he worthy?"
On the other side, Jiang Zhihao was talking to Zhong Jiawei: "I guess they don't like others to help at this time."
Zhong Jiawei also saw Meng Yuanhang's indifferent attitude. She sighed and said, "Let me tell you, it's not that they don't like it, they probably think that we can't help much."
Zhong Jiawei is very clear about the impression her neighbors have on her and her husband, so she naturally understands Meng Yuanhang's thoughts better.
In fact, Jiang Zhihao didn't understand. He was well-informed and experienced, and Meng Yuanhang's thoughts could be seen through at a glance. He was just afraid that Zhong Jiawei would be sad, so he didn't say it clearly.
At this time, Jiang Zhihao's cell phone rang. He picked it up and looked at it. It was another transfer message from a rich second generation.
Zhong Jiawei glanced at it and asked: "Who will transfer the money to you?"
"Those young people around Tan Junda and Tao Feizhou." Jiang Zhihao said, opening the transfer point to collect money.
It's not that he was eager, but that group of people said that if the phone was not charged, they would go to his house with cash in a minute to block the door. This group of people really could do what they said, and Jiang Zhihao didn't want to get into trouble because of this little money.
As everyone knows, it is better to just collect money and let the matter go.
Besides, he should have collected the money. Without his own advice, how could those people earn so much money?
When she saw that the amount of the transfer reached 58,000 yuan, Zhong Jiawei was stunned and thought she had made a mistake.
After taking another closer look, she asked with surprise: "Why did you transfer so much? They owe you money?"
"You don't owe me money, this is remuneration." Jiang Zhihao explained with a smile: "Didn't I tell you before to buy a house in a shanty town? In addition to Tan Junda, his group of people later, Tao Feizhou's group of people, including Yu
Song Kanglai, the general manager of Ye Hotel, bought them all. There was an inspection a few days ago and he expressed dissatisfaction with the existence of the shantytown. The city issued a military order to transform the shantytown into the largest commercial district within two years. Therefore, our
All the houses were included in the expropriation plan. After they received the money, they gave me some red envelopes based on their respective incomes as compensation."
Zhong Jiawei knew about Jiang Zhihao's purchase of a house in a shantytown. She had previously advised Jiang Zhihao not to buy it, as it was easy to get it smashed into her hands and unable to get rid of it.
Later, when I heard Jiang Zhihao say that he had already bought it, and bought it for millions, Zhong Jiawei kept thinking about it.
Now that Jiang Zhihao mentioned it, a big stone in Zhong Jiawei's heart finally fell.
Looking at the 58,000 yuan transfer on her husband's mobile phone, she was happy but also a little worried, and said, "How much money have they made? Isn't it a loss if they send you so much?"
"How could they lose money? Some of these people have made hundreds of thousands, while many like Tan Junda have made about 40 million." Jiang Zhihao said.
"How much!?" Zhong Jiawei's voice suddenly raised an octave, causing everyone around to look over.
Her face turned red and she quickly lowered her head. Then she looked at Jiang Zhihao and asked with disbelief: "How much did you just say?"