It’s a Bit Early To Cross

"Good good!"

"Chu Heng did a great job!"

"Ha ha!"

Contrary to Andrew's remorse, Meng Da Lao and Xie Jun were all overjoyed after seeing the polished report.

For so long, they don't know how many times they have been deflated and how many grievances they have suffered in Andrew's hands, but they have always been helpless to him.

Now that they have this big melon, the stinky stone that has been lying in front of them can be regarded as completely stinking the street. You can foresee how difficult his current situation will be!

I believe that it won't be long before Maozi will respond.

Either remove Andrew, or the opposition makes a compromise and agrees to facilitate the deal.

And with that guy's network and background, the latter may be more. After all, those opposition parties are not fools. Compared with the ambassador, what are the few technologies?

Of course, this is also what Meng Da Lao and the others hope to see the most.

When they thought that the long-term acquisition plan was about to be realized, the revenge on Andrew was finally repaid, but what they paid was only a few hundred dollars for the event fee and

Eh?

It doesn't seem to pay off!

That kid Chu Heng even earned 30,000 yuan!

hey young!

Talent!

Compete!

Good afterlife!

The more senior Meng thought about it, the more proud he became. At the same time, he valued Chu Heng's double-edged sword more and more, but he valued it more.

That thing is so evil!

If you use it well, you can hurt the enemy, if you don't use it well, you can hurt yourself.

The old Meng family is the only seedling, not like the Xie family with thick legs and a strong waist.

He dare not play around!

"Okay! Time to get down to business."

After chatting and laughing for a while, Xie Jun straightened his face, glanced at the people in the room, and said in a deep voice, "Hengzi has fired the first shot, and we should come for the rest, immediately contact Mao Ziguo and let them Put pressure on those in the opposition as soon as possible, lest there will be too many dreams and sudden changes!"

"Okay, it's not too late, I'll make arrangements now."

Grain Management Office, Office.

"Tsk tsk!"

Chu Heng looked at the newspaper that Xie Jun specially sent Shi Lihang with a look of disgust. He was very dissatisfied with the above report that, except for the photos, other contents had basically deviated from the facts.

"Knowing is enlightening, but it's not complete!"

"If you spend some money to find the client Avima, and have an exclusive interview, wouldn't the effect be better?"

"Stupid stupid!"

Teacher Chu put down the newspaper in disappointment.

"What interview, brother?"

Qin Jingru, who was cleaning up the dust under the desk, raised her head curiously, her head was covered in sweat, dripping down her jet-black hair, her pretty face was flushed red, and it looked like she was working hard.

"It's okay, just wipe yours."

Chu Heng frowned, turned her head back, closed her eyes, and leaned back comfortably on the chair, as if thinking about something.

half an hour.

Qin Jingru, who finally cleaned up her hygiene, left the office out of breath, twisting her round buttocks, humming a cheerful little tune, and was very happy.

Teacher Chu also finished thinking at this moment. At this time, he was sitting in the position with a quiet face, his eyes were dull and empty, and he looked like he had no desire or desire.

"Dongdongdong!"

At this moment, the office door was knocked, and the voice of the correspondent Xiao Le rang outside.

"Chu Suo, a friend of yours called you."

"Ah! Here it is."

Chu Heng regained his senses, stood up slowly, tightened the waistband of his pants that had loosened from sitting for too long, swayed out of the office, and went to the communication room with Xiao Le.

when they get there.

The phone hasn't hung up yet, and it seems to be in a hurry.

"who?"

Chu Heng walked over to pick up the phone with a puzzled face, and shouted, "I'm Chu Heng, who is it?"

"It's me, Master Chu!"

The anxious voice of Niu Ma No. 1 came from the phone.

"What's wrong?" Chu Heng frowned.

"Just that woman named Emma, ​​he wants to find you, and he has to see him right away, or he will set your house on fire!"

"Understood, I'll go back now!"

Chu Heng hung up the phone expressionlessly, thinking about the 300,000 he lost, and felt very uncomfortable.

As for why Avima's woman was looking for him, you don't need to guess. Eighty percent of it was because he heard that he knocked Chrissy 30,000 yuan and felt a little uncomfortable, so he came to tell him.

"I still want to say something!"

Chu Heng sighed, threw away the 400,000 things in his mind, threw a pack of cigarettes to Xiao Le, and quickly left the communication room, without even asking for leave, hurried downstairs and drove home.

No hurry!

Who is Avima, the woman who dares to do anything for money, will he really set up his house?

His house is worthless, you can get a set for a few hundred yuan, and if it's gone, you need to find someone to replace it.

But the old furniture in it is all he likes, and he is reluctant to break it!

"Tu Tu Tu!"

Chu Heng drove all the way, the afternoon sun was cold and clear, the trees on both sides of the road had become bare, and there were not many people in the street market, making the ancient city look desolate and lonely.

There is a different kind of beauty.

He didn't have the heart to appreciate these, and drove the car around, and returned to Xiaolihua in less than 20 minutes.

At this time, all the foreigners who came to play had left, and there were only Avima with red eyes and a bucket of gasoline in the room, silly Zhu and Niu Ma, who were sweating with fear.

"Squeak!"

Chu Heng pushed open the door and entered the room. Seeing this scene, he was still as steady as an old dog. After waving his hands to let the fools and the others leave first, he stepped forward with a smile and asked, "What are you doing? My dear Ai Weimar."

"You liar! Give me the money back!"

Avima glared at him, jumping in exasperation, her heart full of anger.

The old lady worked so hard that she didn't hesitate to offend Andrew, so she got more than 20,000 yuan.

But this bastard, when he sold the photos, he even made a profit of 9,000!

This is not bullying!

"Where did I get the money?" Hearing the money, Chu Heng thought of the half a million he had lost. Com's face suddenly became bitter, and he stepped forward immediately, took the lighter in Avima's hand, and stood on the edge of the gasoline drum with a melancholy face to light a cigarette for himself.

The atmosphere is a bit boring

Avima silently moved the gasoline can to one side, then crossed her hips like a cockfight, stared, and asked, "Don't try to deceive me, Chrissy has already told me about you selling photos. Now, you must give me a share, or I will not be me"

She wants to threaten the house, but judging from the appearance of this product, he may order more of his own.

"The money is not in my hands, what do you want from me?" Chu Heng gave her a white look, then pulled her to sit down, and said Yoyo: "Okay, don't talk about such unhappy things, Let's talk about wine."

"I've figured it out. If you make fake wine, you'll earn hundreds of thousands of dollars a year. It's not interesting. I want to expand this business now. Do you want to make millions or tens of millions every year? Even hundreds of millions!?"

"what?"

Avima is a little confused. My mother came to you to ask for a few thousand yuan to split the account. How can it be hundreds of millions?

Are you sure you're not driving with me?