The next day, Shao Xinhou prepared to drive away early in the morning because he had to go back to do business.
When leaving, he took Jiang Zhihao's hand enthusiastically and invited him to visit his home. Then he would have all-inclusive food, drinks and entertainment.
Moreover, Shao Xinhou also specially wrapped a big red envelope of 10,000 yuan for Lingling, saying that he rarely sees his grandniece, which is a little bit of his own gratitude.
Zhong Jiawei didn't want it at first, but Shao Xinhou stuffed it directly into Lingling's pocket, got in the car and left, leaving her no chance to refuse.
"What Third Uncle did is so embarrassing... Otherwise, you can give it to Anlan later," Zhong Jiawei said.
"Forget it, since he gave it, you should accept it. After all, it is the elder's wish and it is not easy to refuse." Jiang Zhihao said with a smile.
He knew in his heart that this ten thousand yuan was the tuition fee given by Shao Xinhou.
The business model and formula of the Fruit Ladle Shop were not given for free. Although ten thousand yuan was nothing to Jiang Zhihao, it was enough to show that in Shao Xinhou's heart, Jiang Zhihao already had a high status.
Otherwise, how could he be willing to take the initiative to pay for it?
At this time, Jiang Zhihao's cell phone rang.
I picked it up and looked at it. It was Song Kang calling.
After the call was connected, Song Kanglai's hearty voice came out: "Mr. Jiang, how are you at home? How is the reception by relatives? Do you need me to do anything?"
When Jiang Zhihao heard it, he understood that Song Kang came here probably because of what he said two days ago, so he said: "My relatives have just left, does Mr. Song want to invite me to drink tea? I happen to be a little thirsty, or we can find a teahouse to chat.
Bar."
Song Kanglai was overjoyed and said quickly: "Okay, okay, Mr. Jiang will decide a place and I will go there right away."
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Zhihao said to Zhong Jiawei: "Song Kang came to see me for something, and he may not come back for lunch at noon."
"It's okay, you are busy with your business, I have nothing to do here." Zhong Jiawei said.
Every time my husband goes out, he always brings a big surprise.
The first time I went out, I brought back more than 10 million yuan. The last time I went out, I brought back antiques worth hundreds of millions.
A small part of the antiques excavated from the ground of the Gao family's ancestral temple have been auctioned off. After deducting the handling fee, the auction house directly transferred the money, which amounted to about 13 million.
Although most of the antiques are still on the schedule, Jiang Zhihao is not worried about the sale of these things. After all, there are many rich people in the world, and there are even more rich people who like to collect.
When there is enough money, ordinary items are no longer enough to meet the needs of these rich people. They can only buy things that ordinary people cannot buy, so that they will feel that their money is spent on the right place.
After driving to the teahouse, Jiang Zhihao saw Song Kanglai and He Zhenao waiting at the door.
"Mr. Song came very quickly." Jiang Zhihao took the initiative to say hello after getting off the car.
"That's natural. We can't let Mr. Jiang wait for us." Song Kanglai said with a smile, and then motioned to He Zhen'ao next to him and said: "This is Mr. He whom I met at the hotel last time.
I came many kilometers away to see you."
He Zhenao did not look down on Jiang Zhihao just because he was young. He said very politely: "Mr. Song and I are old business partners. I have always heard him say that he knew a strange person, so I came here to learn more. I hope