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Lin Yue stretched out his right hand and shook him: "Qin Fen, right? Nice to meet you."

After saying this, he went straight to the dining table and sat down, stirred the bowl with the spoon in his hand, picked up the bowl and took a sip of soy milk.

"Well, the taste is very good." He looked at the female assistant and smiled, then asked Qin Fen, "Would you like a bowl?"

Qin Fen waved his hand hastily: "Thank you, I've already eaten."

"Oh, I've eaten it." Lin Yue picked up the egg from the small plate and handed it to the female assistant while talking.

Qin Fen watched her sit across from her, tapped the egg on the table, and peeled off the hard shell bit by bit with his slender fingers.

"Tell me specifically, what kind of considerations are you basing your invention on?"

Just like in the movie, Qin Fen began to live in vain, no, he was fooling around: "The reason why the world is constantly fighting and conflicts are intensifying is that differences cannot be judged fairly..."

He talked a lot, his upper lip and lower lip touched each other, like an engine oiled on the floor, it couldn't stop at all, from the Kosovo war, the Palestine issue to the election of the US president, the difference between the pros and cons of blacks and whites In his words, as long as you use the divergence terminal, it can be resolved in minutes.

Lin Yuexin, what is acting? What is a big name?

Big names can still be serious even when they are talking nonsense seriously in front of the camera, and their solemn appearance seems to be discussing the philosophy of life.

Who else, can you not eat my tofu when you hand over the eggs? Where do you rub your feet?

After finally waiting for him to finish speaking, Lin Yue was very cooperative and said: "It's interesting, you can make a price."

Qin Fen thought for a while, then stretched out two fingers: "Two million."

Before he came here, he had already inquired clearly that this Mr. Fan is a local rich man. He didn’t know why he went crazy in the past two years. , you can hire professional managers to manage the company, but how do you do this 250? If you have money to hire, you can't use it, you have to take care of everything, and you have to keep your promises, and you can't tolerate voices of opposition. Do you think there is a lack of nerve in your brain?

This kind of person is the easiest to fool!

Lin Yue said, "One million."

"Two million."

He took a sip of soy milk, squeezed out the yolk from the egg white, put it in a spoon and handed it to the female assistant.

"one million."

"Look, here comes the disagreement." Qin Fen pointed to the disagreement terminal on the table: "Otherwise, it has the final say."

"Okay." Lin Yue stood up and put his hand inside.

"one two three!"

As soon as the "three" sound fell, the two opened different terminals at the same time.

What Lin jumped out was cloth, and what Qin Fen jumped out was a hammer.

"Okay, one million."

Qin Fen said, "I'm talking about dollars."

Lin Yue said, "I'm talking about the Zimbabwean dollar."

"..."

A gust of cold wind blew in the hall, lifting the ruffles of the female assistant's deep V-neck shirt. She helped the glasses legs on the bridge of her nose.

Qin Fen tried his best to squeeze out a smile that was uglier than crying. What is the concept of one million Zimbabwean dollars? At the beginning of the year, the exchange rate against the U.S. dollar was 5300:1, that is, 5300 Zimbabwean currency was equivalent to 1 U.S. dollar. It is now May and the exchange rate is still declining. No, strictly speaking, it is rushing to collapse at a speed of 180 mph.

Even at the exchange rate at the beginning of the year, one million Zimbabwean dollars is equivalent to 189 US dollars, equivalent to 1300 yuan. The point is that even if you really have a million Zimbabwean dollars, no bank is willing to exchange them into equivalent U.S. dollars for you, so it can only be used to wipe your ass in mainland China.

"Canadian dollars, how about it?"

"won."

"You're boring." Qin Fen sat down and took off his baseball cap, stroking his soft bald head with one hand, with a displeased expression on his face.

Lin Yue put the divergent terminal back on the table: "Well, I'll give you one million RMB..."

Who the hell told him that Fan Shuheng was a stick?

Qin Fen looked thoughtful, he finally understood that this angel investor, Mr. Fan, was not as easy to fool as the outside rumors said. Rationally speaking, with the current housing prices, one million RMB is enough to buy a small two-bedroom house in BJ City, which sounds good.

"good……"

Before he finished speaking, Lin Yue pressed his hand on his shoulder: "Don't rush to agree, this deal has additional conditions."

Qin Fen: "..."

"The 1 million yuan is used to buy you three months. I can pay you a deposit of 500,000 first. You stay in the United States for three months, and come back here after three months to get the remaining 500,000. How about it?"

Qin Fen scratched the back of his head with his hands, and couldn't figure out which song this Mr. Fan sang, that he could get one million RMB after returning to the United States for three months? What is the other party trying to do?

Thinking about it seriously, the two of them met for the first time, and there was no relationship between them and no interests, the other party could not get anything from him at all.

"Aren't you happy?" Lin Yue picked up a tissue and wiped his hands: "Xiaoxin, see off the guests."

"Don't, don't... Who said I disagree." Qin Fen hurriedly got up and shook hands with him: "It's been a few months since I returned to China, and things here are pretty much arranged. I happen to have plans to go to the United States to deal with unfinished business. Waiting for three months, right? No problem at all."

"Then it's settled." Lin Yue looked at the female assistant: "Xiaoxin, you can draft an agreement later."

She squinted her eyes and smiled: "Okay, Mr. Fan."

Lin Yue looked back at the branch terminal on the dining table: "As for this thing, please throw it in the trash can downstairs for me."

Qin Fen looked as usual, and was not filled with righteous indignation because his invention was defined as rubbish. This thing was originally used to fool investors. It is not even a toy. The kind that is now used to exchange for one million yuan is already a piece of shit luck, who cares about how it will be treated.

"Xiaoxin, take Mr. Qin to withdraw the money first, and send the agreement to the company later."

After finishing the order, Lin Yue pushed open the heavy glass door of the dining room and walked towards the bedroom: "Tomorrow, find two people to break down that door for me."

"Mr. Fan?"

"If you tell you to smash it, you will smash it."

Qin Fen looked at Lin Yue's back and said, "Mr. Fan is really a man of temperament."

"Hehe." Gong Xin smiled forcedly.

Mr. Fan Shuheng is a man of temperament? joke!

She seduced him intentionally or unintentionally for half a year, but she didn't see him take any actual action, at most he had a mouthful, and she didn't know what she was afraid of, or that she was not good at that.

The two came down from upstairs, and Gong Xin threw the different terminals into the trash can according to Lin Yue's instructions. After that, he drove a BMW 730 from the underground parking lot, and took Qin Fen to the nearest bank.

On the other side, Lin Yue changed his clothes and went into the study, and turned on his laptop.

During the system loading process, he glanced at the things on the desk, and a light lit up in the depths of his eyes.