How Did I Become a God

Luo Zhongjun returned to the capital by taking An Zhiwen's car. When the car arrived at Jingcheng South Station, he thanked him and got off. After security check into the station, seeing that there is still some time before the high-speed rail that distributes cars at 5:20, I couldn't help but call Qiao Shuang, "Sister Qiao, I am going to return to the magic capital."

He went to Rongcheng for inspection and research for several weeks. He had already written his graduation thesis and issued a report to An Zhiwen.

When Qiao Shuang received the call, he was reporting the situation of this villa to Jing Gao in Villa No. 3 in the Yuntu Villa District in Changbei District.

A sale of 350 million yuan, and Xie Wangzhen, an old resident, was still present, and he came forward to negotiate with the seller. She must report in detail! Don't let the boss suspect that she is taking a kickback. Her eyelids are not so shallow.

This morning, I just went to spin off the two venture capital funds under the name of Zhongrun into the newly established Phoenix Fund. Mr. Jing invested a total of 500 million yuan in this fund company.

In addition to the 100 million venture capital fund that Han Wenguang and Zuo Hao are responsible for, there is also the investment that Jing Gao talked about.

For example: the investment of 30 million to Mr. Wang from the Ming and Qing town of Xianghe; the investment to Mr. Lu; and the acquisition of Xie Wangzhen's company are all based on the accounts of the Phoenix Fund.

As the legal representative of Phoenix Fund, she owns 0.1% of the shares. This is worth 5 million. This is a reward for her hard work during this time.

Qiao Shuang glanced at the number, turned off the phone, stroking her short hair and said, "Ms. Jing, we have hired Venus Security Company to check, and there is only one underground wine cellar. It's safe."

Jing Gao nodded, not paying much attention. At the gate on the first floor, the villa covers an area of ​​about 5 acres. The front courtyard and the backyard are full of greenery. The lawn in the garden is very nice. You can play on it.

He is quite satisfied.

As for how expensive the turf of the villa is, it is not for playing football, who cares about it? My game, my turf, my rules. Shenhao, rich and willful.

"Ms. Jing, this house will be clean and tidy, and I will live very comfortably. Then, I will come and stop by every day." Jing Gao followed Xie Wangzhen, Gong Cheng, and Zhong Qiming. There are also a few "small shareholders" who have joined the Xia Shang Real Estate Group.

Doing business on the boundary of the capital does not mean that money can be unimpeded. Sometimes we have to dredge the relationship. But the method of large companies is very simple, that is, recruit related people and give them high salaries.

Before Xie Wangzhen and a few friends wanted to get a real estate company, some of their contacts naturally inherited Xiashang Real Estate together.

Xia Shang Real Estate and Gongcheng's sub-branches cooperate closely, which can be regarded as Jing Gao's "retribution". After all, Gong Cheng has been working for him. Although Gong Cheng did not listen to him, he transferred to Baoding.

Behind is a group of entourage. Each person’s assistant, secretary, and driver. But Xiao Qiao brought five secretaries to follow.

Jing Gao smiled and said, "Mr. Xie, I welcome it!"

He doesn't actually live here, but treats it as a place to entertain friends. The World Trade University was the most comfortable place where he lived, full of smoke and fire, and Deng Ran and Ye Jing accompanied him.

Seeing that Jing Gao is okay here, Qiao Shuang pushed open the glass door, walked to the corner of the balcony, and dialed back to Luo Zhongjun. Through the phone, I could feel the joy of Luo Zhongjun, "Sister Qiao, I'm sorry, I interrupted your work. Up."

Qiao Shuang bit her lip lightly, suppressing her smile. Some things are already clear. In the hotel's water bar that day, she simply asked him to call her "Sister Joe" instead. However, she has not yet decided whether to accept Luo Zhongjun's pursuit.

It's not that he is not good. Zhou Zheng, a 24-year-old graduate student from a prestigious university, one year younger than her, took it back to her hometown, she was very embarrassed! Moreover, she has been in the society for so many years, who is sincerely treating her, can she still not tell?

Just because this feeling is too pure, she will have some worries instead. She has stories of her past. Mr. Jing uses her abilities, no matter how she has had a few relationships and past events. And Luo Zhongjun wanted to marry her.

"Do you know that you are still calling?" Qiao Shuang asked unconsciously, "Chief An's car is coming soon, right?"

Luo Zhongjun suddenly felt a sense of frustration, his love was a bit crazy, "Well. About half an hour ago."

"That's coming soon. Your report is very well done. It points out the major problems of Xia Shang Textile Group's aging equipment, non-standard production process, uncertain sales prospects, and difficulties in transforming into the apparel industry.

I mentioned to Mr. Jing that he should praise you in front of Professor Wei. In addition, there is a reward from Xia Shang Textile Group. After the internal audit process on my side is completed, I will send it to you. "

Luo Zhongjun grinned silently, and even Xiao Bai understood that Sister Qiao must have helped him, and his frustration instantly improved, "Sister Qiao, thank you!"

Qiao Shuang said fiercely: "Why, I thought my assistant was doing nothing, and I have read your report carefully." Although she actually didn't understand it. But the opinions and catalogues are at least remembered.

Luo Zhongjun stammered: "No...no. I..." He also knew that Qiao Shuang had graduated from a college. He is a graduate student at Aurora University, and this academic subject is a bit sensitive.

Qiao Shuang couldn't help but sneered, "Silly! Sleep on the high-speed rail and pay attention to putting on a coat. I checked the temperature in the city tonight, 21 degrees. Don't catch a cold. Bye."

After hanging up the phone, Xiao Qiao came out from the balcony with a light pace, with a smile on his mouth. At this time, Dong Lingxi, Xia Rongxi, and An Zhiwen arrived in Villa No. 3 in their cars.

In the high-speed rail, Luo Zhongjun, who hung up, only felt enthusiastic in his heart. He wanted to sing a song or shout, holding his mobile phone, and looking at the pictures taken by Li Qiaoshuang in the hotel’s water bar before, he was a little fascinated. .

A blurry, dark scene flashed by in the evening outside the car.

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Jing Gao hosted a banquet in Villa 3 in honor of An Zhiwen, Xie Wangzhen, Zhong Qiming~www.wuxiaspot.com~Gong Cheng, Dong Lingxi, Xia Rongxi and others.

The chef was invited by An Zhiwen's contacts. He is the chef of a very famous private restaurant in Beijing. It is said that this private kitchen was opened by a friend of Professor Zhao. Chefs account for 20% of the shares.

The old man took his two apprentices and ingredients, and came over around three o'clock in the afternoon. It was just in time for the seats to open at six o'clock.

It comes up with a carved tofu, which is quite awesome! Then rectify a fish, steamed meat, chicken soup and other dishes, a total of twelve dishes, delicious color and flavor. The hosts and guests were very happy and full of praise.

After eating and drinking, Jing Gao confessed to Xie Wangzhen and invited An Zhiwen, Dong Lingxi, and Xia Rongxi to the small living room to drink tea and talk about matters.

Wearing a white suit, Dong Lingxi was as bright and colorful as ever, with convex curves and greetings. He put down the tall glass in his hand and smiled and said, "Shao Jing, talk about it!" Her middleman duty was completed.

Jing Gao sat on the sofa without moving, smiled and nodded, making a gesture.

Dong Lingxi walked out of the small living room curly.