Eighth floor.

Jenny stepped out of the elevator and opened the door, where the big guy was sitting in front of the tea table smoking a cigarette, and the spout of the kettle in front of him was steaming hot.

"Brother Fa."

Jenny took off her coat, sat down next to the big guy with her ass twisted, picked up the kettle and poured it into the teapot, and the tea bubbled and bloomed under the moisture of the boiling water.

The yellow tea was poured into the teacup, pushed it in front of the big guy, and poured a cup for himself: "Brother Fa is in a good mood tonight, drink so much." ”

"Huh."

The big guy smiled and shook his head: "It's okay, it was originally a bad thing, let Wu Zhihui handle it, and the one who fought with me on the street, I not only suffered a loss, but also made a face." ”

150,000 yuan, excluding the 40,000 yuan you lost, the remaining 110,000 yuan, pure profit.

As for the ghost who hit the street, he will also hit the street.

"Yes."

Jenny nodded, and glanced at the big guy: "It's just that Wu Zhihui is a horse boy in the end, and the parking stall will be handed over to him to take care of, isn't it too abrupt?" ”

The meaning of this sentence is obvious.

"Tsk.."

The big guy smacked his tongue and shook his head, picked up the teacup and blew the hot tea: "This is too simple for you to think." ”

"How long did it take for Ghost Qiang to take over the parking stall business? Although Wu Zhihui's performance surprised me, it was nothing more than that, not enough to stop the stall. ”

"Oh?"

Jenny pursed her lips: "That's still..."

"Mao Ba has suffered a loss in this matter, will he give up so well?"

The big guy had already seen through the middle of the way, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised: "Mao Ba didn't dare to touch me, but he dared to move Wu Zhihui, Wu Zhihui blackmailed him in front of me and refuted his face." ”

"If I were him, I would definitely find an opportunity to kill Wu Zhihui."

"If I were Wu Zhihui, and now I would be in the stall, the top priority would be to find someone available for myself, so that I could stand firm as soon as possible."

The big guy thought clearly and said what he thought: "I want to see if Wu Zhihui can do it." ”

"The first time I can refute the face of the eight, if I can stand firm afterwards, then this person has the ability, then it can be used."

When he said that, Jenny understood.

Wu Zhihui helped the big guy settle the matter, and if he didn't give him a position, the younger brother would say, just give him a position to hold up, but whether he can stand firm depends on Wu Zhihui himself.

If you can't stand on your feet, you can change people.

Stand firm, that's just right, take it for your own use, and you won't lose at all.

The big guy is very calculating, and his reputation and heart are all occupied.

"Fa Ge is amazing."

Jenny laughed, got up and walked behind the big guy's hair, and blew hot air in his ear: "It's not early, let's take a shower." ”

She went into the bathroom, took a simple shower, and changed into a battle robe, with a strong sense of black silk over-the-knee stockings.

The big guy was picked up, full of fighting spirit, but he was strong on the outside, and he was defeated and dismounted after ten minutes, Jenny, who was just about to start the war, was not interested, and pouted and didn't say anything.

Eleven o'clock in the evening.

"Okay, Brother Hui."

shouted that after a few trips, he received a call from Wu Zhihui: "Don't worry, isn't it just a car, don't worry, mention your name, those rich women will definitely borrow it." ”

In the car parking business, these parking boys will also secretly drive the customer's car out for a ride, and even privately drag race betting.

I have a good relationship with some regular customers, and I directly told them that some people will also borrow cars, of course, most of them go out secretly behind the guests' backs.

"Brother Hui, use the car so late?"

shouted ten to pick up Wu Zhihui with the big red Benz of the rich woman Sister Anne: "Wear so formal, where to go?" Girls? ”

Wu Zhihui changed into a suit, and his height of 1.8 meters made the suit crisp and decent.

"Money."

Wu Zhihui gave an address, took out a cigarette and lit it, swallowing the clouds: "How can it be important to make money for pickle girls?!" ”

"If you want to get things done, you have to have money in your hands."

"Okay."

Shouting ten stopped talking, with brilliance in his eyes, he worked harder and harder, and drove the car more smoothly.

Originally.

Shouting ten thoughts, Wu Zhihui has helped him build momentum for the bad gambling matter, Wu Zhihui is now taking over the affairs of the parking stall, why should he be promoted by him?

Wu Zhihui didn't take him in front of the parking boys, which made Shouting Ten a little disappointed.

But now it's different, Wu Zhihui's vision is far from being a parking stall talker, he obviously has other ideas.

Wu Zhihui himself is also very clear.

I'm taking over the parking stall now, but Maba definitely didn't let go of himself so easily, and the big guy didn't necessarily protect himself.

What you have to do is to take advantage of the present to maximize your own value, and only when you have money in your hands can you make profits with others.

Shouting Ten casually asked, "Where are you going?" What kind of life are you looking for? ”

"I'm going to set up a wet market."

Wu Zhihui said.

"Wet market?"

He shouted puzzled, but he didn't ask more.

Twenty minutes later.

The car left the city, entered the countryside, and stopped in front of a private house.

Before the lights of the house went out, Wu Zhihui walked up and raised his hand and knocked on the door.

A middle-aged man opened a corner, looked up and down at Wu Zhihui in a suit and leather shoes, and then looked at the big red Benz behind him: "Are you?!" ”

"Wu Zhihui."

Wu Zhihui took out a yellowed piece of paper in his pocket: "Jiang Sheng, I called you an hour ago. ”

This is a copy of the market changing hands.

"Well, I'm Jiang Zhicheng, come in."

Jiang Zhicheng made a way, and there was an ashtray stuffed with cigarette butts on the coffee table: "The house is a little messy." ”

"Huh."

Wu Zhihui chuckled: "It seems that I came at the right time, when Jiang Sheng was upset, I came to solve your problems." ”

"Say it."

Jiang Zhicheng got straight to the point and went straight to the point: "Wu Sheng, how much money are you going to pay to take over?" The price is already low and I can't let it anymore. ”

Jiang Zhicheng is a mainlander from Wen City, Jiang Province, who saved up a sum of money to come from the mainland to do business, set up a vegetable market, and signed a contract for five years in one go, but now he is yellow.

So I thought about subletting and getting rid of it.

The last time Wu Zhihui saw this message, he kept it and contacted him.

"Huh."

Wu Zhihui sent Jiang Zhicheng a cigarette, lit one himself, glanced at the room, and did not speak.

Jiang Zhicheng pouted on the cigarette holder, gritted his teeth and said, "At most, let a little more, not too much." ”

"Jiang Sheng."

Wu Zhihui opened his mouth and looked at Jiang Zhicheng: "Why do you have to think about changing the vegetable market, another person will run it, maybe there will be a different improvement." ”

"I come from a business management background, and I think..."

"Huh."

When Jiang Zhicheng heard this, he chuckled and directly interrupted Wu Zhihui's words, and raised his hand to extinguish the cigarette butt: "It's not early, Wu Sheng, go back to sleep early, I have something to do tomorrow." ”

He heard that Wu Zhihui had no money at all, and at night, how could he have the leisure time to talk to him.