Wealth

"When can the delivery be made?" Wang Shiyuan asked.

　　 "Remit the money to this account, and everything in this garden is yours." Fan Wubing wrote a series of numbers on the paper and handed it to Wang Shiyuan.

"Swiss bank account number—" Wang Shiyuan was a little surprised after taking it. He didn't expect that in the hands of a student from mainland China like Fan Wuyao, they were actually Swiss bank account numbers, and he couldn't help but pay a little respect. .

　　 The Hong Kong people are very agile, so they went out and called there to explain the situation. They ordered people to put 560 million yen into Fan Wu's account before returning.

　　 "It's done, but I'm curious how you can check it?" Wang Shiyuan said to Fan Wuyao.

　　 Domestic banks do not have the ability to directly inquire about Swiss bank accounts. If you want to inquire, you have to go through the branch in Hong Kong. Therefore, Wang Shiyuan is curious about how Fan Wuyao controls his own assets.

Fan Wubing curled his lips, walked directly to his father's room, and dialed Qiu Baohua from Guangdong, "Hello, Lao Qiu? Let Hong Kong check my account and report a number. , There is an urgent matter, uh uh."

　　 "Just wait a minute." Fan Wuyao shrugged his shoulders to Wang Shiyuan and said.

　　 "Do you also have an agent in Hong Kong?" Wang Shiyuan felt a little unbelievable.

However, since the young man in front of him can control such a large plate and planted thousands of Clivia a few years ago, he will definitely not do it for fun. So far, there can be such a grand player on the entire continent. It is also unique. What is his origin? Wang Shiyuan looked at Fan Wuyi, and it was really difficult to draw a conclusion. No matter how he guessed it, he had to overthrow his original idea.

　　 "Is there really a genius in this world who said that?" Wang Shiyuan was puzzled, and finally had to shook his head.

Fan Wubing smiled softly, and said to him, "There are some things, you don't have to think about it if you don't know it. You just need to know that you can make a lot of money in this business, so why bother to think about it. Those things that are not marginal? As the saying goes, there is nothing wrong in the world, and mediocre people disturb themselves."

　　Wang Shiyuan smiled bitterly and shook his head, thinking about how old he is, and he has to be taught how to do things by a child.

After a while, the phone rang. It was Qiu Baohua's call from Guangzhou, but his voice sounded a little trembling, "Fan, your account, your account, there are more than 600 million. Yen! Over 600 million yen!"

　　 "Okay, okay, thanks for your hard work. I have something to do, let's talk about it later, that's it, bye!" Fan Wubing was afraid that Qiu Baohua would say something inappropriate, and hung up the phone in a hurry.

　　600 million yen? It seems that Wuzhi’s small machine has put the proceeds into the account for himself again. This guy’s inflatable doll business is really very popular. Maybe he can really make him enter the United States successfully. In that case, the buddy’s share is not. Little! Fan Wubing thought about it, and said to Wang Shiyuan, "It has been confirmed that the account has been received. Next, how are you going to transport these clivias? This is a large quantity of goods. Without a charter, it will be messy. ."

　　 "Where do you need Mr. Fan's advice, I'm already ready." Wang Shiyuan smiled, stretched out a fist and said, "Ten big trucks, all of them are pulled away in one night."

Fan Wubing took Wang Shiyuan directly to the office of the pig farm, and explained that the three brothers had arranged meals and made a few bottles of good wine. Pulling goods, this is a stop.

Towards the evening, ten large trucks drove into the pig farm, and one large truck pulled six or seven odd jobs. As soon as they entered the garden, they copied the guys by hand, scaring the pig farm. The employees were so excited that they thought someone came to kick the field, but it took a long time to realize that they were here to move the flowers.

People number six and seventy, carrying hoes, shovels and so on, swarmed into the botanical garden. When a dozen large light bulbs were turned on, they illuminated the inside as if it was daylight. Then everyone rounded their arms and dug around. I planed all over the place, and finally made the ground there are big pits about a foot deep. At first glance, it looks like a minefield.

　　 Fan Wuyin and Wang Shiyuan stayed guard in the office outside the garden. In the middle of the time, Fan Wuyin also explained that the three brothers had made some hot soup and dry food for the workers to fill their stomachs.

This group of people often go to the ground to work. In the latter half of the night, they basically dug up the Clivia in the garden, and only the surrounding ones are left. A circle of roses or something, looks like a large black spot on the ground.

Wang Shiyuan, accompanied by Fan Wubing, walked around in the garden, which meant to see how well he dug. After only a few steps, he fell into the pit. Although it was not deep, it only reached the calf. There, I couldn't help but twisted my waist, humming constantly.

　　 "Yeah, what can I do? Hurry up and invite a doctor!" Fan Wuyi yelled to Elder Wang when he saw it.

　　 "Hey—" Boss Wang responded and immediately went back to the village.

For bruises and other injuries, the Tu Langzhong is much more effective than the foreign doctors. The boss of Wang quickly invited an old Chinese doctor in his sixties. Although he was a little older, his hands and feet were quite agile and he was in front of Wang Shiyuan. He touched his hands and said, "It's okay, I'm stretching my muscles, just go inside the house and push it twice!"

So everyone carried Wang Shiyuan into the room. The old doctor opened Wang Shiyuan’s clothes, took the medicinal liquor, sprayed it on his back, and then ordered a sea bowl, ignited the liquor, and copied it by hand. After catching the flame, he rubbed Wang Shiyuan's back vigorously. After a while, the color of the bruised part became normal.

　　 "A good night's rest, there will be no problem tomorrow." The old doctor confessed and left.

　　 "Then stay at ease for one night, anyway, don't rush for a while." Fan Wuyao said.

　　 "No!" Wang Shiyuan was worried, struggling to do it, and said, "There are many dreams in the night! Now the transaction of Clivia is heavily taxed, I'd better leave overnight! Such a little hurt, it won't get in the way!"

　　 Fan Wuyi saw Wang Shiyuan's intention to go, so he didn't say much, and let them drive away in the convoy.