Financial Street, located in the Xicheng District of Yanjing, can be said to be the financial center of Yanjing, with high-rise buildings, one after another, hundreds of enterprises live here, domestic and foreign abound. Some small enterprises can only rent a few floors of office buildings, while large enterprises have their own independent office buildings.

Thunder Investment -- Four big characters shining golden under the reflection of the sun are hung on the top of a 40-storey modern office building, and on the building, a lightning-shaped mark is the logo of the Thunder Investment Group, and at the same time, it also symbolizes their unique vision and keen perception of investment -- where they can make money, they will invest.

The wooden carved door of the chairman's office, located on the top floor of the building, was knocked on and only opened after receiving an answer from the owner.

"Zheng Shao, the futures investment in the last stage has reached the value we expected, do you want to sell the goods?" A young woman dressed in a light gray business attire said to be sitting behind the desk that was said to have been used by Queen Elizabeth I in the 17th century.

"Sell it." The young man didn't raise his head, his eyes still staring at a financial newspaper in his hand.

This is what Zheng Wuming must do every day, every morning, in addition to coffee, it is a stack of newspapers sent by the secretary, all about financial investment, various countries, all fields.

He believes in the saying that opportunities are everywhere, and it depends on whether they can seize them.

If you can't catch it, you'll be defeated. Caught it, soared into the sky.

"Okay, Zheng Shao." The woman nodded, and was about to turn around to leave, when Zheng Wuming stopped her.

"Is Su Qingwu coming to work?" Zheng Wuming stood up, looked at the ant-like traffic below through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows, and finally, his eyes fell on the signboard of a building not far away - Huayuan Group.

"Here we are." The woman said.

"Well, that's good." Zheng Wuming turned around and signaled that the woman could go out, then picked up his mobile phone and made a call, and in less than five minutes, a strong man in a black suit walked in.

"Zheng Shao, are you looking for me?" The man asked.

"Kunlun, you say, should I go there?" Zheng Wuming asked, pointing to the building in the distance.

"Zheng Shao hasn't given up yet?" Kunlun laughed wide-mouthed and laughed.

He is a bodyguard, but he is also Zheng Wuming's friend, so he doesn't have that kind of restraint when he talks to Zheng Wuming.

"You can go if you want to, look at Yanjing, who can stop you?" Kunlun laughed. "But, Zheng Shao, I don't understand, there are so many women in the world, why don't you hang yourself on a tree?"

"How else can I say you're a martial artist." Zheng Wuming smiled and shook his head.

"I was originally a martial artist." Kunlun said indifferently.

"Kunlun, in the eyes of others, I am a person who pursues interests, but no one stipulates that you can't pursue love while pursuing interests, right?"

"I heard that she was dumped by that kid from the Yan family?" Zheng Wuming asked suddenly.

"yes." Kunlun laughed. "So, I don't object to you saying that I'm a martial artist, because I can't understand this thing at all, love, love, such a beautiful woman, even if there is no love, it's good to marry and go home as a vent~ tool for desire? Why not? ”

"Kunlun." Zheng Wuming suddenly stopped his words in a deep voice, looked at him with a flat look, and said. "You can slander any woman, but, don't speak ill of Su Qingwu, in this way, I will be very unhappy."

"Okay, I got it." Kunlun shrugged his shoulders and asked. "Shall we go over then?"

"Hehe, of course you have to go." Zheng Wuming said with a smile. "She should be very sad now to be dumped by a man she has been waiting for for so many years - shouldn't I, as her friend, be concerned?"

"Go ahead, prepare a bouquet of lilies - she doesn't like roses." ――

Su Qingwu was looking at the financial statements of the middle of the month in front of the computer, and the secretary knocked on the door and walked in.

"Chairman Su, Mr. Zheng from Thunder Investment is here."

"Zheng Wuming?" Su Qingwu raised her head and frowned slightly. "What is he here for?"

"I don't know." The secretary said truthfully. "But—he's got a flower in his hand."

"Let him go." Su Qingwu said softly, her tone was unusually calm-

"Come upstairs with me." After Yan Murong sent the couple away, Zhong Zhenguo looked at Yan Murong and said solemnly.

Yan Murong looked at Zhong Zhenguo's back as he walked up the stairs, and couldn't figure out what he was telling himself to do, but he still followed Zhong Zhenguo's ass and walked upstairs - who made the family the boss.

During one treatment, the two sat opposite each other and did not say a word.

What does this old man want to do? Yan Murong was stared at by Zhong Zhenguo like a monkey for a long time, and his heart was a little hairy.

"Elder Zhong, do you have something to do with me?" Yan Murong really couldn't stand Zhong Zhenguo's eyes, so he had to speak first.

"Something." Zhong Zhenguo nodded and said with a serious face. "Did you know that you almost got into trouble just now?"

"I'm saving people, I'm sure." Yan Murong argued.

"I know you're saving people." Zhong Zhenguo sighed, and suddenly, the conversation changed. "What kind of stitch did you just have? ――Eight needles at once, or use needles in the air? ”

"I-" Yan Murong thought that he would have to educate himself a few more words, but he didn't think that this old man's thinking was so jumping-he was still talking about saving people just now, and he suddenly jumped to the matter of using a needle.

Yan Murong was also a little depressed - just now he was only thinking about saving people, but he didn't think that the one-handed acupuncture technique had caused a 'disaster'.

"W-can I not say this?" Yan Murong asked tentatively.

The acupuncture method just now was the ghost needle passed to him by the old man.

"I know what you're thinking." Zhong Zhenguo waved his hand, interrupting Yan Murong's words to continue. "Although I really want to learn, but I know my own ability, I am old, I am afraid that it is impossible to use the Qi Luck Needle, let alone the eight needles at once, I just want to know the name of your needle."

"Can I not say it?"

"I can't." Zhong Zhenguo shook his head.

"I said that my master would break my legs."

"Don't say I'll kick you out, Teng Yatou said, you have no education, no ID card, I suspect you are a smuggler."

Yan Murong wanted to cry aggrieved.

If it weren't for the fact that this old man was so old, he really wanted to punch him, and then grab him by the collar and ask him that he was so handsome, what did he look like a wanderer?

ps: There are so few flowers, ask for flowers!