"The money has been transferred and will be checked tomorrow morning." Chen Zongheng's eyes were calm and indifferent as he spat out these few words.
Qiu Yiren heard this:...
this.
Did Mr. Chen really transfer money?
"Na Yiren, thank you very much Mr. Chen." Qiu Yiren nodded and bowed.
Although, she knew that Mr. Chen's money was only a small amount at best and would not have much effect.
However, she did not expect that Mr. Chen would actually transfer money to herself.
This made her a little touched, so she sincerely thanked her.
Chen Zongheng didn't say anything, he just sat quietly on the car seat, puffing out smoke rings lightly.
Transferring money to Qiu Yiren is just for mission needs.
Because, if Qiu Yiren's company suddenly collapses.
The x project behind that may be in vain.
Then, how did the Bible organization appear?
so.
Chen Zongheng had to guarantee that Qiu Yiren’s X project could be smoothly promoted.
He had to ensure that Qiu Yiren's group could operate safely.
In this way, we can elicit the Bible behind it.
Half an hour later, the Mercedes-Benz convoy slowly drove to Qiu's Manor.
After Qiu Yiren got off the car, she said goodbye to Mr. Chen and then walked into the villa.
Chen Zongheng put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked calmly towards the villa on the opposite lawn...
This night, it was deep and quiet.
…
The next day, early in the morning.
After Chen Zongheng finished his morning exercises, he washed up, then got up and came to the Qiu Manor opposite.
In Qiu's Manor, after breakfast.
Qiu Yi and Chen Zongheng took a Maybach car and headed to the company together.
Today is December 31, 2019.
19th, the last day of the Year of the Pig.
On the streets in the early morning, various shops on the streets are already decorated with lights and colorful decorations to welcome the arrival of the New Year.
2020 will enter the Year of the Rat.
The new year is very exciting.
Pedestrians on the streets rushing to work and taking the subway all looked cheerful, chatting and laughing.
However, in the Mercedes-Benz fleet, Qiu Yiren was sitting in the back seat of the Maybach with a complicated expression.
This New Year's Eve is a torment for her.
It's the last day of the year.
But her group fell into a space crisis.
The supply of medicinal materials is interrupted.
All kinds of assembly lines were forced to stop.
Contracts to expedite shipments, contracts to sue for breach of contract, and compensation contracts all came flooding in in an instant.
Then there are debt collection information from major banks.
In an instant, Qiu Group's stock price dropped from a market value of 100 billion to below 80 billion.
It plummeted by more than 50 billion in a row.
The market value evaporated and investors from all walks of life withdrew their capital.
The scene was unprecedentedly difficult.
Moreover, New Year's Day is approaching.
According to the group's practice in previous years, year-end bonuses and various benefits are paid to employees.
Yes, it’s New Year’s Day this year.
However, Qiu Yiren simply has no extra funds to provide benefits to employees.
Even the salary at the end of the year may not be settled.
Faced with countless employees, they received private messages in their mailboxes, various emails urging wages and benefits...
Thinking of this, Qiu Yiren frowned deeply, feeling helpless.
What should we do about this?
At the end of this year, she doesn't want to put pressure on her employees.
She wanted to give her employees an explanation.
But now, the group is facing financial difficulties, and she has no choice but to do anything.
Could it be that the only option is to borrow loan sharks?
A helpless and ridiculous thought flashed through Qiu Yiren's mind.
A penny can stump a heroic man.
She never thought that one day, she, who was worth hundreds of billions, would fall into such an embarrassing predicament because of money.
Sitting in the car, Qiu Yiren's pretty face looked more complex than ever before.
"Ding~!" But, at this moment, suddenly... there was a text message alert on her Huawei phone?
Qiu Yiren was stunned. She took out her phone in confusion and clicked on the screen to see?
It seems like a transfer text message?
She glanced subconsciously:
[Yanxia Bank] Your personal deposit account 5080 was transferred and deposited at 9:34 on December 31, 2019, RMB 500, 0.000.000.0 yuan. [Yanxia Bank]
Huh~!
When she saw this long string of zero transfer amounts, Qiu Yiren... was stunned?
She couldn't believe it, so she counted the numbers on her phone again/??
In the end, it was still the same string of numbers.
five.
Fifty billion?
Suddenly,... a huge amount of 50 billion was transferred?
this?!
She subconsciously clicked on the account information of the forwarded text message, and there were three words on it: Chen Zongheng.
this……
Qiu Yiren was completely dumbfounded.
Her pretty face was stunned and she turned her head in confusion, looking at Mr. Chen beside her.
"Mr. Chen...you, you transferred...50 billion to me??" Qiu Yiren's pretty face was complicated, and her voice was a bit inexplicable.
This is simply!
Although Mr. Chen said last night that he had transferred money to himself, he would receive it this morning.
However, Qiu Yiren didn’t take Mr. Chen’s words to heart.
Because she thought Mr. Chen could only transfer a few hundred or tens of millions at most.
This little money is simply not enough to pay wages.
But, where did she think of it?
This Mr. Chen...
Actually gave it to myself...
Transferred, a total of 50 billion?!!
this!
In the Maybach car, Chen Zongheng's eyes were calm and he turned to glance at her lightly.
Then nodded.
this……
Qiu Yiren: "..."
When she saw Mr. Chen nodding in recognition, Qiu Yiren's whole brain was confused.
Mr. Chen...where did he get so much money??
"Mr. Chen... you... you... where did you get this money... from?" Qiu Yiren asked cautiously with a complicated face.
"Borrowed it from a friend."
Chen Zongheng spoke calmly, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and replied with four words calmly.
Qiu Yiren: "..."
It’s this sentence again.
This sentence has almost become Mr. Chen's famous saying.
Borrowed from a friend.
So, how rich is his friend?
Can you easily lend out tens of billions?
Qiu Yi was in a state of confusion.
This is too weird.
However, at this time, she did not have too much doubt.
Because this money is really important to her.
Sitting in the car, she faced Mr. Chen with a pretty face and a respectful bow, "Sir, my beloved is here. Thank you for your financial assistance!"
Chen Zongheng's eyes were indifferent, he still puffed away the smoke ring lightly, and ignored her at all.
This 50 billion is nothing to him.
This is just the funds in the account of the God of Death.
Overseas, he has a third identity, Asura's account, and even...has an endless amount of sky-high wealth.
He is not short of money at all.
However, since Asura's identity was secretive, he did not want to expose it at will, so he did not use the terrorist funds in the account.
Only the funds in the Death Account were used.
"Sir, I will pay you the interest on this fund according to the normal bank financing interest rate." Qiu Yiren said in a respectful and dignified voice.
"Whatever." Chen Zongheng blew out a puff of smoke.
He doesn't care at all about interest rates and the like.
Twenty minutes later, the Mercedes-Benz motorcade slowly stopped at the entrance of Qiu's Building.
Qiu Yi and Chen Zongheng got off the car and walked directly into the hall.
Take the elevator and arrive at the ninety-ninth floor.
After returning to the office, Qiu Yiren directly dialed the number of the company's finance department.
"There is a large amount of funds planned to be recorded in the account, and wages will be paid to the employees at 1.2 times the normal rate." Qiu Yiren said to the finance department commissioner in a calm voice.
Even though the company is now in a financial crisis.
Qiu Yiren still hasn’t forgotten its employees.
When she borrowed the huge sum of 50 billion from Mr. Chen, the first thing she thought about was paying wages to her employees.
After deducting billions of dollars in employee wages, benefits, etc.
Qiu Yiren transferred the remaining money to the company's strategy department account.
Part of it is to supplement the company's account capital chain.
Don't let the capital chain flow be interrupted.
In the other part, she plans and conducts business strategy operations.
…
And, at the same time.
The entire pharmaceutical raw material market.
Yuanxing Group has increased its monopoly.
Almost all the new pharmaceutical raw materials that have just been released are directly purchased by the Yuanxing Group and have a forcible monopoly before they are even launched on the market.
These methods are simply unprecedentedly tough.
Guo Shaoze, after experiencing a dinner that cost him three hundred million yuan last night, today, he vented all his anger on the monopoly of medicinal materials.
Don't give the Qiu Group any chance to breathe!
Monopolize pharmaceutical raw materials at high prices.
This is the pace that will drive the Qiu Group to a dead end or even bankruptcy!
However, facing Guo Shaoze, such an unscrupulous monopoly.
The entire city, even the business buildings, showed no movement.
Although, on the surface, Meng Kaiyao, the boss of the business building, promised that he would strictly investigate Guo Shaoze's monopolistic behavior.
But, in fact, he turned a blind eye and closed one eye.
Basically, just pretend you didn’t see it.
Dear Peng friends, I am really tired because I update every morning. I can’t bear it.
I have to get up at 7 o'clock every day to write a book, it's so tiring.
Starting today, I will adjust it to the evening, update at 5 o'clock, and then continue to update around 9 o'clock in the evening, changing to this update rhythm. I hope everyone understands.
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