Chapter Ninety-Four: Fang Ya Who Ran Into Walls Everywhere (Asking for Recommendations, Rewards)

Fang Ya called two injured security guards, directly asked them to go to the hospital for treatment, and the medical expenses were out of the hotel, and each of them was rewarded with a bonus of 3,000 yuan.

Fang Ya praised the two of them for their dedication to their duties, and also told them not to talk about today's events to anyone.

The two security guards only suffered a little flesh wound, but they were not only rewarded, but also appreciated by the boss, so they naturally left happily.

After perfecting it, Fang Ya took out her mobile phone and first called a few good business partners and friends, and one mouth was a loan of millions.

After a dozen calls in a circle, no one was willing to borrow it.

Fang Ya felt a sense of frustration, and she could see the warmth and coldness of people more clearly.

Today's overall time, Ji Chang can't be blamed, but she is still a little grateful to Ji Chang: if it weren't for Ji Chang's move today, she would never have been able to make a decision, let alone see the faces of those uncles.

And those friends who were good in the past, they are all bastards. Fang Ya knew that those partners and friends had money, but they were not optimistic about the prospects of the hotel, so they shirked their reluctance to borrow money.

Fang Ya sat on the chair a little depressed and took out the phone: "Manager Huang, I am Fang Ya, the general manager of Accord Business, I want to temporarily mortgage the Accord Business Hotel and take out a loan!"

"How much?"

"Fifty million, Manager Huang, look ......"

"Manager Fang, let's be honest with you, the Accord Business Hotel can only borrow 10 million at most, and it depends on the relationship between us and our friends......"

Fang Ya was so angry that she hung up the phone directly, and dialed another bank manager's number: "Hey, Manager Zhao, I want to ......"

The whole circle of bank calls passed, and the highest talent was 1.8 million yuan, Fang Ya was even more depressed;

......

Eight hundred and ten catties of wild mountain mushrooms, 20 catties, 16,200 yuan, Ji Chang put it away, but he couldn't stop shaking his head and sighing.

From today, this is the last time he will be able to eat the difference. Because most of the hotel is his, how can you take the difference?

Zhao Fangling and Zhang Quan, two uncles waiting outside the hotel, couldn't help but wonder for a while when they saw Ji Chang carrying a black plastic bag and bulging money, and they looked unhappy.

"Second boy, what's wrong with you!"

Uncle Fang Ling stepped forward and asked with concern, "Didn't the wild mountain mushrooms be sold?"

Ji Chang looked up at Zhao Fangling and the two, and the gloomy mood was quickly swept away, and he barely pulled out an arc: "Happy, how can you not be happy." Let's go, it's time to go home. ”

Is he happy? How happy is he when the five million are gone, and he still owes 45 million?

The three of them got on the small cargo card, Ji Chang said goodbye, and went straight to Jukelong Shopping Mall.

A male waiter from a shopping mall hurriedly stepped forward: "Good afternoon, Mr. Ji! Your bed is ready." ”

"Where's Manager Peng?" Ji Chang asked casually.

"Manager Peng has a meeting in the afternoon, so he arranged for me to wait for you here. Mr. Ji, Manager Peng said that because Yunxi Village is far away, we won't go with people, so Manager Peng asked me to refund you 1,500 yuan. ”

People bought a bed of nearly 20,000 yuan at once, which is considered a big customer, and the male waiter is naturally very enthusiastic.

Moreover, the low-key gentleman in front of him was obviously a friend of Manager Peng in bed, and the waiter did not dare to offend him, so he had to be warmly entertained.

Ji Chang was not polite, accepted the 1,500 yuan, and with the help of the male waiter, the four of them put the three brand-new beds on the small cargo card.

And Ji Chang, the calf, moved the bed and mattress into the car by himself, and let the waitresses in the mall see it, and shouted: Ya, unicorn arm, how many years do you have to be single to practice this hard kung fu.

Along the way, Zhao Fangling and Zhang Quan were envious: "Second boy, how much is the white shell-shaped bed?"

"It's not expensive, a hundred little red fish!" Ji Chang replied with a smile.

"Ah, more than 10,000? Hao carpenter in the village made a bed, only 300 yuan! What is this bed made of, how can it be expensive?" Zhang Quan was also shocked.

"Uncle Quan, Uncle Fang Ling, I believe that our village will be able to afford this kind of bed in the future!" Ji Chang said confidently.

When the two of them thought about it, it was also such a reason. Now they can earn seven or eight hundred a day, not counting Ji Chang's monthly allowance for the two of them. A bed is only a matter of ten days.

This good thing was brought to them by Ji Chang. The two uncles couldn't help but feel moved in their hearts.

The small cargo card is Ji Chang driving, because Ji Chang is a little tired of Sun Wansheng, so he took the initiative to take the job, Sun Wansheng naturally believes in Ji Chang's driving skills, and since the last time he overtook two sports cars on the mountain road, Sun Wansheng has never boasted in front of Ji Chang that he is a ten-year old driver.

Suddenly, there was a whistle behind the small truck, and a white Maserati with a high-performance motor engine surpassed the small truck with a bang, and a yellow hair poked his head out of the window: "Master Cheshen, come, ride!"

This guy is Liao Kai, he has changed to a sports car, and he also has a stand on his mobile phone, as if he is doing some live broadcast.

"Lao Tie, I have sent an invitation to the god of the truck, and I want to see the god of the car show his might, and the little rocket walks up !!"

Liao Kai's goods, don't forget to give a close-up of the small cargo card.

Those car lovers in the live broadcast room were immediately excited and inexplicable, and they blew up all of a sudden:

Big chicken and small belly: the god of the truck, fuck it, and the small arrow must be dropped.

The car god must die: Brother Kaizi's operation is enough to be commotionous, 666

The small cargo card is my husband: the god of the cargo truck, I love you, I want to give you a monkey...... A sports car, please take it.

Lao Tzu's cargo card breaks into the world: car god, car god, for you, Lao Tzu is willing to go to Thailand

......

The live broadcast room immediately boiled, and props such as small rockets, small sports cars, and flowers almost filled the screen.

In just two minutes, Liao Kai's live broadcast room has accumulated six or seven hundred thousand fans, and car lovers all over the country are in it.

However, seeing the yellow hair showing his head, Sun Wansheng couldn't hold back directly, and burst into a foul sentence on the spot: "These dead children, come to provoke again, Brother Ji, take off your pants, fuck him! The tire burst, count it mine!"

Zhao Fangling and Zhang Quan, who were sitting in the back, had not come back to their senses, and the small goods snapped, brought up a smoke and dust dragon, and jumped out.

"I'm an old lady, two boys, what are you doing!" Zhao Fangling almost touched his head, and hurriedly grabbed the handrail.

"Two uncles, sit tight, let's that bear child!"

Sun Wansheng hurriedly turned around and advised, the excitement on his face could not be concealed, as if he was driving now~