Jing Miao went back, and the electric door of the office slowly opened.

He saw that Liao Chengyan was still standing decently, and his heart was a little less sulky, so he patted him on the shoulder and motioned for him to sit down.

Seeing Jing Miaocun come back, Lin Hui moved his stiff and straight body, moved the position he was standing, and stood behind Jing Miaocun.

And Yu Lin just stood by the side door, and then followed Lin Hui over.

As soon as Jing Miaocun sat down, he asked directly: "Except for the equity of Huang Duo's old things, how much money does the company still have that can be mobilized." ”

Liao Chengyan took out the briefcase behind him, took out a document from it, handed it to Jing Cuncai, and said, "About 500 million." ”

"So little." He took it and flipped through two pages at random, densely packed with numbers and calculations, and he couldn't stand it.

Few? Liao Chengyan coughed lightly.

He had previously checked Jing's background, from a small factory to a listed company and now enough to control Jiangning's economic growth, in less than ten years, Jing's rise is so rapid, which is indeed unbelievable.

These 500 million are just the family background that Jing Xiaocun wants him to see.

……

Jing Miao's voice of storing the teacup was intended for his train of thought. Liao Chengyan looked at him calmly, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked.

In the silence at this moment, Yu Lin looked unnatural, quietly touched Lin Hui's elbow, lowered his head and whispered to Lin Hui: "Brother, I'll go to the convenience." ”

Lin Huimu kept his face blank, just nodded and didn't speak.

In Liao Chengyan's eyes, the two guys around Jing Miaocun, especially the one who was a little excited, behaved obscenely, his eyes were wandering, and he always didn't say a word, and a figure sneaked out.

But since he hadn't penetrated into the Jing clan yet, and he hadn't gained Jing Miaocun's complete trust, it was inconvenient to ask anything.

Jing Miaocun nodded to Lin Hui, and Lin Hui followed quietly.

He calmly crossed Erlang's legs and continued to drink tea.

After a while, Lin Hui came back and stood in front of Jing Xuancun with his hands down. But he found that Liao Chengyan was still there, so he wanted to stop talking.

Jing Miaocun seemed to see his thoughts, smiled helplessly, and said in a brisk tone: "Say it, with whom." ”

Lin Hui didn't raise his head, and replied weakly: "Mr. Huang." ”

As soon as he heard this, the smile on his face gradually faded, and he pulled the corner of his mouth and sneered: "Find a way to get rid of him." ”

Lin Hui's face changed, he was almost stunned, and he dared to ask, "Boss, are you sure?" ”

Jing Miaocun looked at him coldly, swept over, patted his head with his big palm, and said word by word: "Is there a problem with getting rid of that person." ”

Lin Hui reacted at this time, the person in Jing Xuancun's mouth was Yu Lin, and he almost thought it was Jing Xiangcheng......

His hanging heart fell, and he reluctantly cracked his mouth, and interjected half-jokingly: "Hey, I thought you asked me to get the old man." ”

As soon as the words came out, he subconsciously glanced at Liao Chengyan, who was still beside him, and just wanted to slap himself, and his heart began to feel empty.

Jing Miaocun didn't have any displeasure on his face, he just turned around and slapped him, and only after pumping did he say, "Mouth fast." ”

Lin Hui didn't dare to say anything more, covered his face and silently retreated behind the sofa, standing stiffly behind his hands, looking ahead.

Jing Miaocun patted his slightly chubby face with the back of his hand, "Don't just grow meat, eat more calcium tablets, and also replenish your brain." ”

After that, he turned to Liao Chengyan with the same smile as always: "Laughing, there are always a few troublesome people, Liao Lu should understand these rules." ”

"Of course." Liao Chengyan's face did not change, and he nodded politely.

Lin Hui was not happy, he said aggrievedly: "I'm not stupid." This excitement even brought out the hometown dialect.

Jing Miaocun was speechless, raised his hand to support his forehead, and asked him again: "Tell me, what do you want to do to get rid of Yu Lin." ”