Luo Zhongjun took An Zhiwen's car back to the capital together. When the car arrived at Jingcheng South Railway Station, he thanked him and got off. After entering the station through the security check, seeing that there was still some time before the high-speed train that departed at 5:20, he couldn't help but call Qiao Shuang, "Sister Qiao, I'm ready to go back to the magic capital." ”

He went to Rongcheng to inspect and research for several weeks, and his graduation thesis was written, and a report was issued to An Zhiwen.

When Qiao Shuang received the call, she was reporting the situation of the villa to Jing Gao in the No. 3 villa in the Yuntu Villa District in Changbei District.

350 million transactions, and there is still an old resident Xie Wangzhen, who came forward to negotiate with the seller. She must report in detail! She must not let the boss suspect her of taking kickbacks. Her eyelids weren't that shallow.

This morning, I just went to spin off the two venture capital funds under the name of Zhongrun Company into the newly established Phoenix Fund. Mr. Jing invested a total of 500 million yuan in this fund company.

In addition to the 100 million venture capital funds that Han Wenguang and Zuo Hao are responsible for, there is also the investment that Jing Gao himself talked about.

For example, the 30 million yuan invested by Mr. Wang in the Ming and Qing dynasties on the other side of the Xianghe River, the investment given to Mr. Lu, and the acquisition of Xie Wangzhen's company are all based on the accounts of the Phoenix Fund.

As the legal representative of the Phoenix Fund, she owns 0.1% of the shares. That's worth 5 million. It was a reward for her hard work during this time.

Qiao Shuang glanced at the number, pressed the phone, and stroked her short hair lightly and said, "Mr. Jing, we hired Daystar Security Company to inspect it, and there is only one underground wine cellar." It's safe. ”

Jing Gao nodded, not paying much attention. At the gate on the first floor, I looked at this villa covering an area of about 5 acres, with a front yard and a backyard, and a forest of greenery. The lawn in the garden was nice. It is possible to kick the ball on it.

He's satisfied.

As for how expensive the turf of the villa is, it is not for playing football, who cares about that? Heroic, rich, and capricious.

"Mr. Jing, this house will be very comfortable to live in. When the time comes, I come to visit every day. Jing Gao was followed by Xie Wangzhen, Gong Cheng, and Zhong Qiming. There are also a few "minority shareholders" who joined the Xia Shang Real Estate Group to accompany them.

Doing business on the boundary of the capital does not mean that if you have money, you can go unimpeded. Sometimes it is necessary to unblock the relationship. And the approach of large companies is very simple, that is, to recruit people with connections and give them high salaries.

Before Xie Wangzhen and a few friends wanted to get a real estate company, some of their connections were naturally inherited from Xia Shang Real Estate together.

Xia Shang Real Estate and Gong Cheng's sub-branch have close cooperation, which can be regarded as Jinggao's "peach reciprocation". After all, Gong Cheng has been doing things for him. Although Gong Cheng didn't listen to him, he was transferred to Baoding.

Behind them was a group of entourage. Assistants, secretaries, and drivers for each person. But Xiao Qiao brought five secretaries with him.

Jing Gao smiled: "Mr. Xie, I welcome!"

He doesn't really live here, but sees it as a place where he can entertain his friends. The trade university is the most comfortable place for him to live, full of fireworks, and Deng Ran and Ye Jing accompany him.

Qiao Shuang saw that Jing Gao was okay here, pushed open the glass door, walked to the corner of the balcony, and dialed back to Luo Zhongjun, and could feel Luo Zhongjun's joy through the phone, "Sister Qiao, I'm sorry to disturb your work." ”

Qiao Shuang bit her lip lightly, suppressing her smile. Something has actually been picked out. That day in the hotel water bar, she simply called him to change his name to "Sister Qiao". However, she has not yet decided whether to accept Luo Zhongjun's pursuit.

It's not that I don't think he's good. Zhou Zheng, a 24-year-old graduate student from a prestigious university, is one year younger than her, and she is very upset when she takes it back to her hometown! Moreover, she has been in the society for so many years, who is really good to her, and she can't tell the difference?

It's because this relationship is too pure that she has some concerns. She has a story from her past. Mr. Jing uses her ability, no matter how many relationships and past events she has. And Luo Zhongjun wanted to marry her.

"I know you're still calling?" Qiao Shuang unconsciously sneered slightly, and asked, "Mr. An's car is almost here, right?"

Luo Zhongjun suddenly felt a sense of frustration, his love was a little crazy, "Hmm." About half an hour ago. ”

"That's almost there. Your report is very well done. The aging equipment of Xia Shang Textile Group, the non-standard production process, the uncertain sales prospects, and the difficulties in the transformation of the garment industry are all pointed out.

I mentioned it to Mr. Jing, and he should praise you in front of Professor Wei. In addition, there is also a reward given to you by Xia Shang Textile Group. When the internal audit process on my side is completed, I will send it to you. ”

Luo Zhongjun grinned silently, he even Xiaobai understood that Sister Qiao must have helped him, and his frustrated mood instantly improved, "Sister Qiao, thank you!"

Qiao Shuang said fiercely: "What's the matter, I think my assistant is doing nothing, I have read your report carefully." "Although she didn't actually get it. But the opinions, the table of contents are at least remembered.

Luo Zhongjun stammered: "No... No. I..."He also knew that Qiao Shuang had graduated from a college or university. He is a graduate student at Aurora University, and this academic topic is a bit sensitive.

Qiao Shuang couldn't help but sneer, "Silly! Pay attention to cover a coat when sleeping on the high-speed train." I checked the temperature in the magic capital tonight, 21 degrees. Don't catch a cold. Bye. ”

Hanging up the phone, Xiao Qiao came out of the balcony with light steps, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, just at this time, the cars of Dong Lingxi, Xia Rongxi, and An Zhiwen arrived in Villa 3 one after another.

In the high-speed train, Luo Zhongjun, who hung up the phone, only felt that his heart was hot, and he wanted to sing a song or shout, holding his mobile phone, looking at the photos that Qiao Shuang had generously taken for him in the hotel water bar before, and he was a little intoxicated.

Outside the car, the vague and dark scene of evening flashed by.

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Jing Gao held a banquet in Villa No. 3 to entertain An Zhiwen, Xie Wangzhen, Zhong Qiming, Gong Cheng, Dong Lingxi, Xia Rongxi and others.

The chef was invited by An Zhiwen's connections. He is the chef of an extremely famous private restaurant in Beijing. It is said that this private restaurant was invested and opened by a friend of Professor Zhao. Chefs account for two percent of the shares.

The old man brought two apprentices and ingredients, and came over at about three o'clock in the afternoon. It was six o'clock when the table was opened.

It is a tofu carving, which is quite awesome! Then a fish, steamed pork, chicken soup and other dishes are rectified, a total of 12 dishes, and the color, flavor and flavor are complete. The host and guests who ate were very happy and full of praise.

After drinking and eating, Jing Gao confessed to Xie Wangzhen and the others, and invited An Zhiwen, Dong Lingxi, and Xia Rongxi to drink tea and talk in the small living room.

Dong Lingxi was wearing a white suit, as bright and colorful as ever, with convex curves, a few words of greeting, put down the tall glass in his hand, and said with a smile: "Jing Shao, you talk!" Her intermediary duties have been completed.

Jing Gao sat on the sofa and didn't move, smiling and making a gesture.

Dong Lingxi walked out of the small living room in a graceful manner.