Rebirth of India: Superior

"How much money do you want?" Lu Han asked with interest.

"One hundred thousand!" Ye Mei hardened her heart and said a big number!

Lu Han was shocked: "One hundred thousand? Do you think I can have so much money?"

"Don't play dumb. Everyone knows that your monthly salary is five or six thousand. Besides, I didn't ask you to give me all the money at once. As long as you let me get the money within two years, I believe you will have a way." Ye Mei lightly hit Lu Han and said slowly.

Lu Han thought about it for a while, and then said: "How about this, you open a shell company in your name, and I will purchase all the annual festivals and daily benefits of our factory from you in the future. The price can be a little higher than the market price, but the quality must be guaranteed for me. In this way, I estimate that you may be able to get this amount in one year!"

In fact, this idea was not Lu Han's. Fatty Cheng talked to him about this matter at the class reunion yesterday, but Lu Han did not agree, because Fatty Cheng gave Lu Han a kickback, but he dared not accept this kind of money, because once the boss found out, he would be dead. But Ye Mei was different. There was no financial exchange between them. Although there was a problem with the style of men and women, I thought that his boss, who was a playboy, would not care too much about his little follow-up.

After getting Lu Han's promise, Ye Mei was very excited. In fact, when she said the number of 100,000 just now, she had no idea at all. She thought Lu Han would bargain with her, and she even made the worst plan - that is, Lu Han would just assign her a job in the factory and send her away. Unexpectedly, Lu Han actually agreed to her. Although she didn't give her money directly, this method is safer, more obscure, and more difficult for others to find fault with, and she can also take advantage of the situation to taste the taste of being a strong woman.

So in excitement, Ye Mei slid down the quilt directly and said in a charming voice: "Since you behave so well, I will let you enjoy it again." Then she opened her mouth and slowly swallowed it.

While Lu Han was busy enjoying himself, Shakru had already returned to New Delhi. This time he was away for a long time, so there was a backlog of work to deal with, so that he didn't even have passion at night. After finally dealing with all the affairs, Shakru planned to check each industry one by one to brush up his presence as a boss.

In Shakru's mind, his assistant Murthy has always been a good man, working diligently, conscientiously and responsibly. In the past four or five years, he has never lost his temper, blushed or quarreled with anyone, whether it is a high-caste official, a wealthy businessman or a low-level employee. However, today, when he accidentally passed by his office, he heard thunderous scolding from inside, which made Shakru very curious. So he pushed the door open and planned to see who could make such a good man so angry. However, he became even more curious as soon as he entered the door, because the young man who was being scolded by Murthy was actually his cousin. If he remembered correctly, it seemed that Murthy brought him in at the beginning, but he couldn't remember what the young man's name was.

When Murthy saw Shakru coming in, he stood up and said respectfully: "Boss, do you have something to talk to me about? Just give me a call, why do you come here in person?"

Shakru shook his head and said: "I have nothing to do. I was just bored and walked around the hotel to see how the employees are working. By the way, Murthy, what happened to make you so angry? Even I heard you cursing outside."

"Sorry, boss, my voice is too loud." Murthy apologized quickly.

Shakru waved his hand and said: "It's okay. You know, I curse even louder when I lose my temper. Uh, this is your cousin, is he angry with you?"

"Yes, it's this stinky boy. He doesn't work hard in such a good job in the hotel. Instead, he doesn't learn well. He actually eats inside and hurts the reputation of the hotel. I'm really angry!" Murthy kicked his cousin and said angrily.

Shakru attached great importance to the reputation of his hotel, so he immediately became serious and asked in a cold voice: "Modi, what did he do to harm the reputation of the hotel? Tell me in detail."

"Selling customer information!"

Hearing this kind of thing, Shakru immediately got angry, and slapped the guy in the face, cursing: "How dare you do such a thing? If any customer really gets into trouble because of you, do you think you can bear the consequences?" In fact, it is no wonder that Shakru got angry, because since the hotel became popular, it has almost become the most concentrated place for rich people in New Delhi, especially VIP members are all wealthy and prestigious bigwigs. If the information of these people, such as contact information, home address, and hobbies, is leaked, it is definitely not a trivial matter.

Moreover, there must be someone who is paying a high price for this information, so Murdy's cousin would sell it secretly, otherwise why would he be so bored and tinkering with this thing? And those who are willing to pay a high price for it naturally don't have any good ideas. If some big shot is kidnapped or blackmailed because of this information, then tracing back to the source, the person who leaked this information will definitely not end well, and the hotel's reputation will definitely be damaged.

Seeing Shakru so angry, Modi quickly advised: "Boss, don't worry, he didn't succeed in this matter. I found him when he was secretly recording the information, so he didn't cause any losses to the hotel.

And he didn't secretly record the information of VIP customers, but those guests who came to the hotel for ordinary accommodation. According to his account, an insurance company and a car dealer wanted to buy it, probably to increase customer channels, not those criminal gangs."

Hearing this explanation, Shakru's anger subsided a little. In his previous life, he had worked as an accountant in an insurance company for more than a year. He knew very well how the customer lists of insurance companies, securities companies, and fund companies came from. At least half of them were bought in this way. After all, the premise of selling insurance to someone is to confirm that he has the financial strength. If he is a pauper, then it will be useless even if you wear out your mouth. (Now everyone knows why you receive so many harassing calls all day long, and how they know your phone number, right?)