Lose From Poor God to Richest Man

Acquiring a company is not a simple matter. Wen Wan'er must check the quagmire network, whether there is tax evasion, and whether there are any financial traps.

After avoiding the investment of Zhen Qiong's money, all the money was thrown into the water, and even the company did not get it, but instead wanted to give others back.

In addition to these operations, Wen Waner will also conduct a business evaluation of Mitan Network to see if the company is worth the price.

Although the quotation of Mitan Network is the lowest among all the companies she has screened, it does not mean that this company is worth the money.

Zhen Qiong didn't care. In order to make the trial funds run out as quickly as possible, he could also accept the inflated price, but the system would not agree to it in the first place.

Afterwards, Zhen Qiong changed his mind. Instead of giving the money to others, there seemed to be no benefit other than making others treat themselves as a fool.

It is better to invest all this money in the game, or exchange it for employee benefits.

In this way, even if he loses all the money, it will be vigorous, and many people will still think of his good, and it is considered "death right."

Therefore, Zhen Qiong let Wen Wan'er let go of tossing, don't hesitate to use any means.

Fortunately, Wen Wan'er handled all these matters before, so she only needs to contact the boss of Mitan Network, make an appointment, and Zhen Qiong will be able to go to the site for a field trip.

Early the next morning, Zhen Qiong, accompanied by Wen Wan'er, boarded his newly bought commercial vehicle, and the newly hired driver drove them to the Mitan Network.

The driver's name is Mach. Although he is less than thirty years old, he has good driving skills.

Before he drove a minivan, which was dedicated to deliver goods to the market, and he could make almost five to six thousand yuan a month.

Zhen Qiong inquired that if it wasn't for the mistakes that caused Mach to miss opportunities again and again, he would now be able to participate in the World Rally Championship.

For such talents, Zhen Qiong decisively dug over them, and the one who came with Mach was his friend named Liu Yi.

The two of them are not only driving skills, but also their previous experiences and current lives. They are hard brothers and sisters.

It happened that Zhen Qiong had planned to hire two drivers, so he accepted them all.

Now the two take turns to work, driving for Zhen Qiong. Both have a monthly salary of 10,000 yuan, and there are other benefits. The work is also very easy.

Therefore, the two of them are very grateful to Zhen Qiong. They are meticulous when driving. They drive hundreds of thousands of commercial cars and drive millions of luxury cars with stability, which makes Zhen Qiong feel particularly comfortable when riding in the car.

Since Wen Wan'er is still part-time Zhen Qiong's "bodyguard", when she learned that the Mitan Network is relatively remote, she changed into a slim-fit women's suit, and changed her business skirt into a suit and trousers, but she still covered it up. Can't help her proud figure.

Zhen Qiong also noticed that the heels of Wen Wan'er's high heels seemed to be thinner than ordinary high heels, and there were inconspicuous patterns on them, but Zhen Qiong felt that the patterns were similar to blood grooves.

Zhen Qiong couldn't help but guess: "Could it be that this is her unique weapon? Hmm. I was kicked by her, and it is estimated that I was stabbed by a three-sided stabbing."

Perceiving Zhen Qiong's sight, Wen Wan'er blushed slightly and asked, "President Zhen, is there any problem?"

Zhen Qiong will definitely not tell the truth, because he is also afraid of being kicked, so he smiled and said, "The clothes are good, they suit you very well."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Wen Wan'er smiled. She gradually got used to Zhen Qiong's smile. Although she would still bump into the deer, at least she wouldn't be at a loss.

When the car drove for almost an hour and came to an old office building on the outskirts of the city, Zhen Qiong couldn't help but said, "This place is really remote. If Mach knew the road, I didn't know that Phoenix City would have such a place." ."

Mach laughed and said: "President Zhen, I happened to be here when I delivered to people before, but this place is much more broken than before!"

"Mitan Network has been losing money, and their office space has been changed again and again. If it weren't for Mr. Zhen you to buy, they would move to the old forest deep in the mountains after a while." Wen Wan'er explained.

"All talents!"

Zhen Qiong gave a heartfelt compliment. His eyes flickered. When he completes the acquisition and incorporates Miquan Network under his command, he is the one who is losing money. The trial is just around the corner!

Wen Wan'er didn't know Zhen Qiong's thoughts. She thought Zhen Qiong was satirizing the people of Miquan Internet, so she followed along and said: "Who said it was not!"

The two had just got out of the car, and a man in his thirties in a suit and leather shoes greeted him immediately.

"Presumably this is Mr. Zhen! I have been admiring the name for a long time, and seeing you today, Sansheng is fortunate!"

The enthusiasm of this man made Zhen Qiong a little wary, "Who are you?"

The man was taken aback for a moment, and then he reacted and said: "Hi! Blame me! Blame me! As soon as I saw Mr. Zhen's handsome demeanor, he forgot to introduce himself. The owner of Mitan Network, Wen Mingjun."

After saying this, Wen Mingjun also handed over a business card with gold letters on a black background, which looked quite delicate, in sharp contrast with the slightly old office building behind Wen Mingjun.

This business card will not be used in the future, and it will take up space on the body, but it is not good to throw it away in person, so Zhen Qiong handed the business card to Wen Wan'er casually.

Wen Wan'er immediately took out a wallet specially used to hold business cards and put them away.

This made Wen Mingjun feel that in Zhen Qiong's mind, he still has quite a status!

So his smile on his face was even brighter and said: "President Zhen, please, I have prepared tea and can talk slowly."

"Work."

Under Wen Mingjun's guidance, Zhen Qiong and Wen Wan'er came to the office premises of Mitan Network.

Although the office area is very clean, it is only 70 to 80 square meters, and the posts of a dozen employees are crowded together, which looks very cramped.

Especially when I am used to staying on the 33rd floor of the Phoenix Grand View, looking at this place, it is a hamster cage!

Moreover, the ventilation is not particularly good. There is a faint smell of stinky feet in the air. Fortunately, there are no employees smoking, otherwise it can kill people in minutes.

Zhen Qiong also noticed that more than a dozen employees, all wearing hoods or peaked caps, were typing on the keyboard with their heads down.

However, it can be seen from the blank documents on the computer that they are just pretending that they are working hard.

"My son needs such talents!"

Seeing that all the employees are scumbags, Zhen Qiong's heart is relieved for a while, and he is determined to buy Mitan Network.

As for why all employees wear hats, Zhen Qiong probably does not want outsiders to see their bald heads! After all, Wen Wan'er was there.

When I came to Wen Mingjun's office, the air here was better than outside, but it was also limited.

After Zhen Qiong and Wen Wan'er took their seats, Wen Mingjun brought tea to the two in person.

"Boss Wen, you're welcome."

Zhen Qiong picked up the tea and took a polite sip, but he immediately regretted it. The smell of kelp fried with salted fish went straight to Tianlinggai, and almost didn't let him spray Wen Mingjun's face with tea.

He also has the habit of drinking tea at ordinary times, and he drank all the finest teas. This kind of tea taste really made him insightful.

Zhen Qiong glanced at Wen Wan'er and found that after taking a sip of tea, the expression on her face did not change, but her feet moved slightly.

Zhen Qiong speculated that Wen Wan'er at this time should really want to kick Wen Mingjun's salted fish with her high heels.

"What are you talking about, Mr. Zhen! This is what I should do. You don't know! How much effort I spent on this company. For this game, I have worked hard, so that I want to relive the past year for the players. That feeling."

"It's a pity... In the face of the times, my personal strength is really too weak."

"Now it's alright. With Mr. Zhen, you can lend a hand and take over my company, which is equivalent to saving my unsatisfied child. If I can, I really want to give the company to Mr. Zhen, as if it was a relationship between us. friend."

"It's a pity... I am still old and young, they are all waiting for my money to save my life! I think they gave me selfless help and support when I started my business. Now I always You can’t let them drink Northwest Wind with me, do you think Mr. Zhen?"

After Wen Mingjun Barabala said a lot, he was probably thirsty. He picked up his tea and drank half a cup, his complexion remained unchanged, and he even had some enjoyment.

Zhen Qiong carefully observed Wen Mingjun's cup of tea. The color was the same as theirs, and the smell was similar.

"It seems that the tea you usually drink is like this. It is not intentional to disgust us, nor leave the good tea to yourself, otherwise I will really let Sister Wen give you a kick." Zhen Qiong snorted coldly in his heart. Screamed.

Wen Mingjun didn’t know. He just picked up a small life and talked about it for a while. Wen Mingjun slapped his thigh and said, “Let’s do it! Mr. Zhen, just give it to a friend, 24.5 million. , You take this company."

Zhen Qiong folded his hands on his chest, leaned against the sofa, and turned to look at Wen Wan'er.

He didn't want to waste his saliva and bargaining with Wen Mingjun. He had done too many things in his previous life and it was thankless.

Now that there is a competent assistant by his side, it is left to Wen Wan'er to handle it, and he only needs the results.

Wen Wan'er, who had been taking notes on her notebook, smiled at Zhen Qiong and turned to look at Wen Mingjun.

I don't know if it was an illusion, Zhen Qiong always felt that Wen Wan'er seemed murderous in her eyes at the moment she turned her head.