Mr. Secretary couldn't help but raise his head and re-examine the woman in front of him. Forgive him for his suspicions, and once again he felt that this woman had a sense of déjà vu of a liar. The glamorous appearance, the weird team, and, when he mentioned the unspeakable words that embarrassed him when he said them, this woman could simply give him an answer without even blinking an eye.

He began to guess in his mind that this woman might indeed have some ability to hallucinate people, and then sneak into the person's home to create a dream. Of course, this is just a story that Mr. Secretary has imagined based on a description in it. In fact, Mr. Secretary didn't care if it was a high-level hoax or not. As long as the big guy is well, it's a sunny day.

Adhering to the secretary's always rigorous work style, he immediately prepared to talk to the prison painter about the appointment time and precautions. If this is fake, then the other party can find someone to come as long as he doesn't wear a gang, and he doesn't care if it's true or not. But if it's true, then it's a high-end meeting, and it's not to be sloppy.

However, after hearing Mr. Secretary's question, he threw a peanut into his mouth, and glanced at Mr. Secretary lightly: "Now, I happen to be free." ”

Mr. Secretary's mouth opened in an "O" shape. Of course, he was not shocked by the identity of the black-hearted real estate developer of the underworld, but felt that the prison painting was too perfunctory when saving this game, and he didn't even bother to find someone to impersonate it.

Miss Prison is not deeply involved in the world, so she naturally doesn't know the brain circuit of Mr. Secretary, but she sees that Mr. Secretary is a little bit different from his polite dress, and there is a hint of cuteness in the funny. Well, she admits that her aesthetics and tastes have probably been influenced by the underworld lately, and have become a little strange. I used to think that Jiang Sudao was not a ghost or a ghost, but now I think that Mr. Secretary is cute, and I always use the word "cute" to describe the old man, and I always feel that the prison painting is a bit ruined.

So, in order to save her three views, she threw a peanut into the "o" word of the secretary very naughtily.

"Taste it, you can't eat it here."

Mr. Secretary: "......"

After Mr. Secretary finally struggled to swallow the unusual peanut in his stomach, he looked at the time and said, "I'm going down at eight o'clock, you'd better let your chairman come before then, otherwise I will be delayed in doing business." ”

"Right here?" Mr. Secretary pointed to the ground.

"Yes, or not? Your boss is going to do this business, won't you want me to go to his office to sit down? ”

It is very natural for the prison painter to say this kind of thing that sounds very rebellious to Mr. Secretary, and he does not have the slightest consciousness of opening the door to do business. This is actually very in line with the position and style of the real estate tycoon, but in the opinion of Mr. Secretary, this scam is simply too hasty, if it weren't for the realism of the illusion and dream, he really couldn't show it in front of the chairman.

No way, Mr. Secretary is so confident. The one-day trip to Dream and Hell did not directly destroy Mr. Secretary's firm materialist spirit.

Rather, it opened up new ideas for him. There is a kind of person who is born with the ability to protect the three views, no matter the waves outside you, I always have a way to correct these skeletal Qingqi ideas.

Although the posture of the prison painting is a little higher, Li'er is such a reason, and the business is also like this, so Mr. Secretary did not get too entangled to make such a report to the chairman. Jiang Tian also understood this truth, and immediately sent a car to the Wandering Soul Street.

The sky and the earth are big, and it is the greatest ...... to appease that dead ghost son

But the cruel reality is that when he saw the prison painting Youzai Youzai sitting on the sofa eating peanuts, and a little kid pushing the door in and sitting on the cashier to do his homework, Jiang Tian's brain circuit also began to tilt towards Mr. Secretary.

But after all, Jiang Tian had an in-depth exchange with Jiang Sudao in his dream, and the private conversation between the father and son was naturally mixed with many secrets that outsiders did not know, so although the sense of déjà vu of the prison painting was too strong, it could not change Jiang Tian's determination to talk about business with her.

When Jiang Tian secretly observed the prison painting and this shop, the prison painting was also looking at him.

Jiang Tian is about sixty years old, his hair is not white, I don't know if he has dyed it or he was born like this, and it still has a seemingly healthy luster. He was dressed in a satin black suit embroidered with delicate dark flowers, which was a bit of a retro dress. His legs and feet didn't seem to be good, but it wasn't the kind of lame that had been injured, but a kind of unsmoothness that seemed to be the sequelae of gout. In his hand, he held a yellow rosewood cane with a thick pulp, adding a sense of age to his whole person.

His appearance is somewhat close to that of his eldest son, Jiang Sudao, with edges and corners, and it is easy to be reminiscent of the kind of loyal boss.

But his temperament is closer to his youngest son Jiangbei Ying.

This made the prison painting a little uncomfortable.

"What do you call a girl?" Jiang Tian sat on the mahogany sofa very calmly, and didn't seem to have any attention to the environment here. But in fact, Jiang Tian had already observed the decoration of the entire store when he entered the door. Whether it is from the material or the design charm, it has reached a very high standard. This is Jiang Tian's habitual sensitivity to the object of cooperation as a businessman.

Through observation, Jiang Tian came to the conclusion that this boss has a very high taste.

"A single surname is a prison word."

"Hello Miss Prison. The contemptible Jiang Tian is a businessman. Last night...... "Jiang Tianzheng was slowly trying to narrate the matter according to the process, but the prison painting directly stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Wait a minute, I'll call first to ask about the cost of the land."

Jiang Tian was stunned, and then he was shocked. Although he knows that what he wants to say is nonsense, he has to go through the motions when talking about business, set off the atmosphere, and put on a score, so that he can get straight to the point and directly talk about the cost before he talks about the key points, either it is the practice of a low-level contractor, or it is a trick that will only be used by business tycoons who have reached a certain high level, be concise and to the point, give you two sentences, and discuss the rest with my secretary in detail. Obviously, Jiang Tian regarded prison painting as the latter.

But the prison is small

Which kind of sister does it belong to, hehe......

"Hey, Xue Yan, I'll ask you about something." Prison Painting directly called Xue Yan.

"Huh?"

"What is the situation of the land near the Ghost Gate Pass that you told me last time?"

"Theoretically, there is no problem, but you know, the ghost gate is under the control of the door god, and the last time you messed up the matter you explained to the door god, I am afraid that he will make you stumble."

“…… Will he? ”

"Yes."

In the heart of the prison painting, there are 10,000 grass and mud horses galloping. She knew that such a good guy on the surface could never be trusted.

"Do you have any more places there?"

"Yes. There is a wealthy country near Yinqiao and Jinqiao, and everything else is a dilapidated house, waiting for you to demolish it. ”

"Okay, I see."

Hanging up the phone, the prison painting expressed great satisfaction that there was a husband of Hades. Other people's fields are not good, at least there is no problem with their own home.

Jiang Tian was nervous and calmly sat opposite the prison painting and hung up the phone, and then pretended not to care and asked, "How." ”

He didn't have any experience in talking about business, but he only told the truth: "The land that I originally fancied may not be able to be taken, but the land to be demolished can be used." It's a better place than it was and you're in luck. ”

In the opinion of Mr. Secretary, this is nothing more than a routine, taking the opportunity to ask for more money, Lao Wang sells melons and boasts, and maybe, it is still a fake melon.

But in Jiang Tian's view, there was a feeling of looking up at the mountains for no reason. Demolition and demolition to the underground, obedient! What a big business this has to be!

"Alright, let's negotiate the price." Prison painting is too lazy to talk nonsense with Jiang Tian. After all, Jiang Tian is also responsible for his father being cheated, and the son is not the godfather's fault, isn't it? Now I can sit with him calmly and talk about business with him, completely for the sake of my father, who is still bouncing on the ground and underground.

Jiang Tian hadn't talked about business in such a simple and rude way for many years, so he was a little uncomfortable for a while, and his speech slowed down: "My eldest son wants a suite......"

"Villa or suite? How square is it? "Prison painting grabs white.

When talking about business, as soon as it was robbed, the momentum was much weaker. In addition, the prison painting is a unilateral monopoly, and Jiang Tian is not easy to attack, so he had to answer honestly: "Villa, five hundred square meters." ”

"Five hundred square meters is overruled, and the ten halls of the king of Hades are only five hundred square meters." Prison painting said subconsciously. After speaking, she was pleasantly surprised to find that she still had this kind of political consciousness.

Jiang Tian was even more shocked. I rub! How big is the house where the king of the ten halls of Yama lives, he will come with his mouth open, and he will be a veteran of the industry at a glance! The business is so familiar, the black-hearted developer of the underworld that the eldest son said should be herself.

With this realization, Jiang Tian's momentum was even weaker.

"That'...... That, how much is that compliant? Jiang Tian brushed his tongue for a long time before straightening his tongue.

Prison painting thought for a while and said: "The ghosts also bought suites, and at present, I only know that one ghost has bought a villa, about 300 square meters." Your son has a flat head, be low-key, two hundred and forty or fifty square meters. ”

"Yes

Yes, yes. Jiang Tian immediately agreed.

"As for the price...... "Prison Painting thought about it seriously. Jiang Tian stared at her with a smiling face, for fear that she would spit out some frightening numbers from her mouth.

After all, this is building a house in the underworld! If she is not familiar with life, she just said 100 million, and he has no problem!

However, he is a businessman, and he is a kind businessman who is ready to do business for a long time, and he has no intention of blackmailing. She only thought about it for a moment, and then came up with a price based on 130 percent of the house price.

"The silver bridge is 30,000 square meters, the golden bridge is close to the ten halls, and the land price is more expensive, 40,000."

This price made Jiang Tian breathe a sigh of relief.

"Silverbridge's. We don't have to be so close to the center of power in our business. ”

Prison painting shrugged indifferently: "Cheng." Your son is still a few months away, and I will arrange for demolition and reconstruction during this time. It's going to take a while......"

"Money can be prepaid!" As a businessman, Jiang Tian took the initiative to make an unfavorable proposal for the first time.

The prison painting looked at Jiang Tian with great appreciation and nodded. She originally wanted to say that if she could prepay, she would consider giving some giveaways or something, but it seems that rich people don't need it.

When his son died, he still wanted to pit Lao Tzu's money, Lao Tzu couldn't wait to send money to people, he was really capricious when he was rich!

But in Jiang Tian's view, this is a tribute to business tycoons.

There was no contract, no formalities, just such a verbal agreement, Jiang Tian asked people to send the money for the construction of the villa and the donation of the hell prison to the prison painting. Later, he asked the secretary to send other things that needed to be brought to the bottom of the prison to the pickup truck, and then he was reluctant to leave.

Before leaving, he stuffed him with a business card. It has her mobile phone number on it, and it also says the business items in the store.

Two-way purchasing

slim down

transmit

One-way errands

real estate

Jiang Tian was already convinced of the business in the prison painting shop because of his dream. He could guess some of the other five items, but this "transmission" was a little puzzling to him.

"Miss Prison, what do you mean by this transmission?" Jiang Tian asked.

Prison Painting was packing up his things and preparing to go down to set up a stall, and when he heard Jiang Tian's question, he didn't bother to explain, and said a long story short: "It's to take you fly." ”

Jiang Tian: "......"

In fact, it's not that the prison painting doesn't want to do Jiang Tian's business, but Vientiane Gate has not yet developed a version of the yang world, and if this old man wants to sit, he has to run down. It doesn't matter if Mr. Secretary runs one or two times at such a young age, but if this old man sits once, it is estimated that he will have to send half of his life. This after-sales is risky, and she is too lazy to do it.

"I'll explain it to you later." Prison Painting waved his hand, looking like I was busy.

In Jiang Tian's view, it was the disdain of business tycoons. This business is high-end, you little shrimp don't need to know, it's useless to know, so don't ask, understand?

Jiang Tian worshipped in his heart again.

(End of chapter)