How Did I Become a God

　　 This is a bit harsh. The irony is beyond words.

　　 Ji Qingxia was wearing a pink middle skirt, her pretty little face showed an awkward expression, and she couldn't answer her colleague's words.

　　 I haven't seen Jing Gao for three months. He has changed a lot. But to say that Haike can lease an office here in the third phase of China World Trade Center, she definitely doesn't believe it.

　　 The Grade A office buildings here are among the best in Beijing, and the rent is also the most expensive. Up to 1400/month/square meter.

　　 Ji Qingxia smiled apologetically at her handsome male colleague Yan Zheng, and then said to Jing Gao: "Brother Jing, long time no see. If you are not busy, have a cup of coffee together?"

　　 Brother Jing didn't make a good excuse, but Yan Zheng saw it and mocked him. She still leans towards Brother Jing in her heart. She was surprised by the sudden encounter today, she would have to rest anyway.

　　 Yan Zheng said unhappily: "Qingxia, although we are taking a break for a cup of coffee, we still have to discuss where to rent a luxury car for business."

　　 implies that it is not suitable for people outside the company to follow. Very repulsive.

　　Itaka couldn't help but smile. Ji Qingxia is still the little white in the workplace. Perhaps her beautiful appearance gives her more room for error in the workplace. Therefore, she hasn't made much progress after working for more than two years.

　　 He could see that this "Yan Zheng" commander was a bit stronger, and Ji Qingxia was very imaginary in front of him. Otherwise, I would not have said the introduction of "Big Talent" just now.

　　 According to this kind of workplace positioning, in fact, after he was "ridiculed", Ji Qingxia should say goodbye to him and leave. As a result, she still thought about inviting him to drink coffee and reminisce about the past. The performance is very "noise".

　　 Of course, very humane.

　　 Jing Gao didn't care about Yan Zheng, and smiled and asked Ji Qingxia: "What's the matter?"

　　 Ji Qingxia said: "Brother Jing, we need to pick up VIPs from the airport and the hotel next Tuesday for the exhibition we are hosting. This requires a few luxury cars. Isn't this a limited number in the capital? There is still one car that has not been deployed."

　　 Jing nodded high, and said with a gesture: "I'll take care of the car. Let me take a look at the office in this building, and reminisce about the past by the way."

　　 Ji Qingxia raised her eyebrows in surprise, and immediately said with a smile: "Okay." When she worked with Jing Gao on the project, she trusted him very much. His character is a very reliable person.

　　 Yan Zheng was speechless. Ji Qingxia believed that when others said so? That's a lie, right?

　　 He emphasized to Jing Gao: "Luxury cars cost at least two million. Maserati is a younger brother. Moreover, the license plates end with 3 and 8."

　　 Jing Gao glanced at Yan Zheng, ignored him, and said to Xiaowu: "Let's go."

　　 Yan was watching the three people walking away, gritted his teeth, and followed.

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　　 China World Trade Center has 81 floors, including hotels and office buildings. Can provide office, hotel, banquet, conference, shopping, exhibition, entertainment and other services.

　　 The doors of the hotel and the office building are not together, and the elevators are of a sectional type.

　　 Xiaowu made an appointment with the leasing department of the China World Trade Center. A staff member took them to the 45th floor to see an 800-square-meter office, and then to the 52nd floor.

　　 opened the door and came in.

　　 The huge office is empty. Office supplies such as desks, chairs, computers, and file cabinets were all emptied. Slightly dilapidated.

　　 Standing at the door, you can see the floor-to-ceiling glass curtains on the left and right at a glance, and the sound of the road outside the window can be heard from afar.

　　 The staff introduced: "This was the headquarters of a financial company before, 2100 square meters, and can accommodate four to five hundred people. If you want to rent it, it needs to be redecorated. The next door is a foreign-funded enterprise."

　　 Xiaowu looked at Idaka. This is the one who makes the decision.

　　 Jing Gao took the phone, looked around the surroundings, and walked in, "Let me see."

　　 Ji Qingxia stared at the empty office blankly. It was 2100 flat, which was a bit bigger than she imagined. It's all like a square.

　　 Taking the rental price of the International Trade Building here, the monthly rent here is 2.94 million.

　　 Ah... Ah...

　　 When did Brother Jing become a rich man? Didn't he work at Haike for a monthly salary of 5k?

　　 Yanzheng pulled Ji Qingxia, who was stunned, glanced at Jing Gao's tall and straight back, and whispered: "Qingxia, this brother Jing patronizes and pretends to be in front of you, and blows it through.

　　 The 800-square-meter office just now seemed too small for him. Now they are brought here directly. Ha ha. What's the monthly rent here? "

　　 Ignore this "Brother Jing", he can be said to be suffocated in his heart. Coupled with Ji Qingxia's small chats and reminiscences with her smiles along the way, he had never received this treatment, and her heart was overwhelmed.

　　 Ji Qingxia was also whispering in her heart.

　　 At this time, Jing Gao’s voice came, "I rent the renovated office below. In addition, you can ask the owner if the property rights of this floor are sold?"

　　The staff's voices were three-pointed enthusiastic, and they stretched out their hands and said, "Mr. Jing, let's talk to the leasing department below."

　　 Looking at the two Jing Gao who came back, Yan Zheng's handsome face was a little stiff.

　　 Ji Qingxia couldn't help it, she chuckled, "Cack." Yan Zhenggang said that Jing had blown the cowhide, but Jing directly wanted to buy this floor. How much does it cost?

　　 This is too slapped!

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　　 Several people took the elevator down to the leasing department. Manager Hu from the leasing department welcomed Jing Gao to a seat in the small living room.

　　 "Mr. Jing, our company is very optimistic about the prospects of the China World Trade Center, and does not intend to sell the 52-story property rights."

　　 Jing Gao did not entangle, nodded, UU read www.uukanshu.com and said: "Let’s talk about the rent."

　　 There is no shortage of tenants in such top office buildings in Beijing. There is not much room for concessions on rents. Basically, the discount is free of one month's monthly rent.

　　 The final price negotiated is that the rent for a 45-story 800-square-meter office is 1.1 million a month. The rent for a 53-storey 2100-square-meter office is 2.9 million a month. The rent is charged two to one. Parking space is 1500 yuan/month.

　　The office address can be used to register the company.

　　 Soon, all the procedures are completed.

　　 Jing Gao swiped his card to pay, paying 12 million, and he came out of the living room with the contract accompanied by Manager Hu. Xiaowu, Ji Qingxia, and Yan Zheng were drinking coffee in the living room outside and talking in a low voice.

　　 Seeing the well rise up, the three of them stand up one after another.

　　 "Mr. Well."

　　 "Brother Jing."

　　 Yanzheng's lips moved, and there was no sound. He couldn't hold back his face.

　　 Jing Gao smiled and nodded, and shook hands with Manager Hu to say goodbye, "Manager Hu, stay for a while. Goodbye!" Leading the three of them out of the leasing department.

　　 took the elevator down and went outside the lobby on the first floor. Jing Gao used WeChat to transfer 5,000 yuan to Xiaowu, and shook hands with him, "Thanks for your hard work today."

Xiao Wu held Jing Gao's hand with both hands, bent over slightly, and said in a loud voice: "No hard work, no hard work. Then...Jing Shao, I will go back first. You can order if you have something to do." He came out for an hour and made an easy effort. Five thousand, what else is there to say?

　　 Well, don't pay attention to it! He waited for lunch to have dinner with his colleagues!

　　 Jing Gao watched Xiao Wu for a while, then looked at the petite and pretty Ji Qingxia.

　　 Ji Qingxia smiled cutely.

　　 Before she had time to speak, Yan Zheng, who looked at her with a sour smile on her face, interjected: "Mr. Jing, the car will not let us dove out, right?"