How Did I Become a God

　　 The spacious and comfortable elevator descends quickly. But stable.

　　 Chen Yujie was carrying a brown briefcase, watching her slender and dignified figure reflected on the elevator door, slightly surprised.

　　 She grew up in beauty and was keen on matters between men and women. She felt it when Senior Brother Gao accompanied her to take this case four days ago.

　　 But there are too many boys and men who are interested in her in life. Does she want to isolate herself from the world?

　　 She needs to live at her own pace.

　　 Today the meaning of "Mr. Well" is more obvious. The routine traces are too heavy!

　　 So, after going to Jingxin University to check the "venture investment contract" tomorrow, she will refuse to accept the "job" given by him.

　　 She doesn't want to expose herself to "danger".

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　　 "Ding Dong."

　　 When Chen Yujie was thinking, the elevator prompt sound. The first floor is here.

　　 As soon as Chen Yujie walked out of the elevator, he saw a man in a hotel uniform waiting in the lobby at the door of the elevator, bowing, "Lawyer Chen, hello. I am the housekeeper of the China World Trade Center Suite in the China World Trade Center Hotel."

"Hello there."

　　 The butler decently reached out to lead the way, and said as he walked: "Lawyer Chen, we have prepared a courtesy car, please order."

　　 Chen Yujie was taken aback, and saw a black Audi waiting at the entrance of the lobby on the first floor. Obviously this was arranged by Jing Gao.

　　 This person is amazing! Only from the detail of her coming here alone, it can be judged that she came by taxi.

　　 Jingtaka feels that there is nothing to be praised about his "inner", but... it may not be so in the eyes of others.

　　 Chen Yujie thought about it, and said, "Thank you. I have already arranged a car."

　　 The hotel butler was rejected, still smiling, and sent Chen Yujie to the gate of the first floor of the China World Trade Center Phase III building, "Lawyer Chen, please go slowly."

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　　 At four o'clock in the afternoon, at the entrance of the Property Rights Exchange Center in the Sunset District, Xiao Qiao who has completed the formalities and the original owner of the "big xian", Li Wei, and the intermediary left each to say goodbye.

　　 Xiao Qiao drove her red BMW X1 out of the compound of the property center, and gathered in the traffic on the Beijing road in the afternoon, in a very good mood.

　　 I can finally take a break after the work is done.

　　 Xiao Qiao turned off the music in the car, called Jing Gao, and said sweetly: "Mr. Jing, the property rights of the two houses are ready. Will I give you the keys now?"

　　 Jing Gao had already drove to the Lido Crown Hotel at this time. It is a little closer to Jingxin University than China World Trade Center. He stayed here at night, "You put it in the company. I'll go back and get it.

　　 Also, buy me a better sofa and replace the old sofa in Daxian’s house.

　　Also, I'm going to Jingxinda to talk about the venture capital competition tomorrow, you go with me. I will send a car to pick you up tomorrow morning, and we will meet at the gate of Jingxin University. "

　　 Xiao Qiao sighed in his heart. Squeeze, this is definitely squeeze! A million annual salary is really not so easy to take big.

　　 I wanted to return, but immediately said, "Ms. Jing, all right."

　　 Xiao Qiao pondered for a while, and dialed a call to the company's clerk, "Xiaohe, take the subway to the brand sofa shop in Tongcheng and meet me."

　　 She recruited a senior human resources manager to assist her two days ago. At present, the company has begun to recruit people one after another. There are two clerks, and a total of seven people including finance, legal affairs, and logistics. There are people in the office on the 45th floor of China World Trade Center every day.

　　How to choose this sofa, she will still personally check it. But it will take Xiaohe to run errands.

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　　 Li Weigang and Xiao Qiao, who had "matched the bridge", separated from Xiao Qiao, and received a call from his alma mater.

　　 Spring is just right in the afternoon, but he is actually worried. He has followed "Shao Huang" for two or three years, and this "jumping in the line" has squandered all the face he had in front of Huang Shao for a few years. He is actually betting Baodu on "Jing Shao" now.

　　 "Li Wei, it's me, Lao Bai!"

Li Wei stood in front of the bus stop, looking at the blue sky and white clouds between the high-rise buildings, and smiled: "Lao Bai, you still do things so carefully! Don't worry, I will notify the outstanding alumni in Beijing. We will be 7:40 tomorrow. I must arrive at Jingxin University on time."

　　 Bai Xingguo smiled on the phone and said, "Thank you, thank you. I'm expecting you to join in tomorrow!"

　　 Li Wei smiled and shook his head, and hung up the phone.

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　　 On Tuesday afternoon, the campus of Jingxin University was full of green trees, and the youthful vigor was displayed on the students.

　　 Bai Xingguo hung up the phone, walked to the administrative building, and took the elevator to the conference room on the 20th floor.

　　 The windows in the meeting room are bright, and the rectangular meeting table is placed with leather backrest soft chairs, which is luxurious.

　　 Old Qin from the Cooperation and Development Office of Beijing University of Information Technology stood up with a smile and said, "Oh, Mr. Bai, sit here. You are a big satellite! Our school attaches great importance to it."

　　 There is also Wu Manqing, the beautiful teacher of the Youth League Committee in the conference room. A very decent light green casual wear, dignified and serene, but slender and graceful, with undulating curves.

　　 Bai Xingguo said hello to her, and then corrected: "Mr. Qin, where did I put the satellite? It was the big one of Jing Xuedi! Ten million yuan was donated. How much is our school's funding for a year?"

　　 Teacher Wu opened the window and turned around and said, "So the school attaches great importance to it and welcomes him to come back and have a look. Only then is the coordination meeting of our association."

　　 The three were chatting, and participants arrived one after another. Chen Yongsheng, the chairman of the student union, greeted the teachers one by one.

　　 Later, the headmaster Gong came in.

　　 "Principal Gong!"

　　 "Principal Gong!"

　　 Principal Gong is about fifty years old, his appearance is not good, his face is a little flat, and his hair is gray.

Make a downward gesture, let everyone who got up sit down, look around and say: "Everyone is here? Then let's start~www.wuxiaspot.com~Jingxin University is very much about Jingxin's "visit" tomorrow. Pay attention to it. I am looking forward to reaching a "venture investment" cooperation with it.

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　　 Baixingguo did not return home until more than seven o'clock in the evening. At night, the lights in the teachers' dormitory were lit, and the sound of scoffing frying occasionally came out.

　　 In the woods, the sounds of frogs and insects are mixed.

　　 Jiao wife Wei Caiyan was waiting in the living room long ago. Seeing Bai Xingguo came back, she hurried forward to help him carry the bag, and said coquettishly: "Teacher Bai~, can I tell Lanlan the inside information now?"

　　 Bai Xingguo just smiled, changing slippers at the door, and said: "Tell her, at least keep it secret until tomorrow morning, don't make trouble in the city.

　　 Contacting some alumni in Beijing to cheer up Jing Xuedi, it was a surprise for him. This man, returning home in splendor, needs some old friends as coordinates and signs in his memory to set off. "

　　 Wei Caiyan couldn't wait to take his mobile phone and go to the bedroom to dial the phone, "I know, I know. I've been suffocated these days."

　　 Bai Xingguo shook his head.

　　 Wei picks up cigarettes and goes to the balcony of the bedroom to dial the phone of his girlfriend. At this time, the moon is like water, "Lanlan, it's me. Did you stay with me for a day off tomorrow?"

　　 "Please."

　　 Wei Caiyan said: "You didn't ask Jing Gao last time. I will tell you..."

　　Balabara told what she knew.

　　 Tang Lanlan's exclamation came from the other end of the phone, and said gaffefully: "This... how is this possible?"

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　　 There is a bright moon on the horizon.

　　 In the presidential suite of Crown Lido Hotel, Jing Gao sits on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the night view of the capital city.

　　 Tomorrow, he will return to "Jingxin University", his alma mater.