How did I become a god

Chapter 173 The New Residence
Luo Zhongjun returned to the capital together in An Zhiwen's car.When the car arrived at Beijing South Station, he got off after thanking him.After entering the station through the security check, seeing that there was still some time before the high-speed train departed at 5:20, she couldn't help calling Qiao Shuang, "Sister Qiao, I'm going back to Shanghai."

He went to Rongcheng to investigate and research for several weeks. He had written his graduation thesis and published a report to An Zhiwen.

When Qiao Shuang received the call, she was reporting the situation of the villa to Jing Gao in Villa No. 3 in Yuntu Villa District, Changbei District.

3.5 million transactions, and there is still Xie Wangzhen, an old resident, who came forward to negotiate with the seller.She must report in detail!You can't let the boss suspect that she is taking kickbacks.Her eyelids are not that shallow.

This morning, I just went to spin off the two venture capital funds under the name of Zhongrun Company into the newly established Phoenix Fund.Jing has invested a total of 5 million yuan in this fund company.

In addition to the [-] million venture capital funds that Han Wenguang and Zuo Hao are respectively in charge of, there is also the investment that Jing Gao himself talked about.

For example: the 3000 million invested in Mr. Wang in the Ming and Qing towns on the Xianghe River; the investment in Mr. Lu; the acquisition of Xie Wangzhen's company, all of which were accounted for by the Phoenix Fund.

As the legal representative of Phoenix Fund, she owns 0.1% of the shares.This is worth 5 million.This is the reward for her hard work during this time.

Qiao Shuang glanced at the number, hung up the phone, stroked her short hair lightly and said, "Mr. Jing, we hired Qixingxing Security Company to inspect it. There is only one underground wine cellar. It is very safe."

Inoko nodded, not paying much attention.At the gate on the first floor, I looked at this villa with an area of ​​about 5 mu. The front yard and the backyard are full of green trees.The lawns in the garden are nice.Can play on it.

He is quite satisfied.

As for how expensive the turf of the villa is, it's not for playing football, who cares about that?My game, my turf, my rules.God proud, rich, self-willed.

"Boss Jing, tidy up this house, and it will be very comfortable to live in. Then, I will come to visit every day." Jing Gao was followed by Xie Wangzhen, Gong Cheng, and Zhong Qiming.He was also accompanied by a few "small shareholders" who had joined the Xiashang Real Estate Group.

Doing business in the land of the capital does not mean that if you have money, you can go smoothly.Sometimes we need to clear up the relationship.The method of large companies is very simple, that is, to recruit relevant people and give them high salaries.

Before Xie Wangzhen and a few friends wanted to start a real estate company, some connections were naturally inherited into Xiashang Real Estate together.

Xiashang Real Estate and Gong Cheng's sub-branch cooperate closely, which can be regarded as Jing Gao's "reciprocation".After all, Gong Cheng has been working for him.Although Gong Cheng didn't listen to him, he was transferred to Baoding.

Then there is a group of entourage.Everyone's assistant, secretary, driver.But Xiao Qiao brought five secretaries to follow.

Jing Gao smiled and said, "Mr. Xie, I welcome you!"

In fact, he doesn't live here permanently, but regards it as a place where he can entertain friends.The University of International Trade is the most comfortable place for him to live in, full of fireworks, and Deng Ran and Ye Jing are with him.

Seeing that Jing Gao was fine here, Qiao Shuang pushed open the glass door, walked to the corner of the balcony, dialed Luo Zhongjun back, and could feel Luo Zhongjun's joy through the phone, "Sister Qiao, I'm sorry to disturb your work gone."

Qiao Shuang bit her lip lightly, suppressing her smile.Something has actually been revealed.In the hotel water bar that day, she simply told him to call her "Sister Qiao".However, she has not yet decided whether to accept Luo Zhongjun's pursuit.

It's not that I think he's bad.The appearance is Zhou Zheng, a 24-year-old graduate student from a prestigious university, one year younger than her, taking her back to her hometown, she is very proud!Moreover, she has been in the society for so many years, can she still not tell who is really good to her?
It is because this feeling is too pure that she will have some concerns.She has a story from her past.Mr. Jing is using her abilities, no matter how many relationships and past events she has had.And Luo Zhongjun wanted to marry her.

"Knowing that you are still calling?" Qiao Shuang subconsciously asked slightly coquettishly, "Is Mr. An's car coming soon?"

Luo Zhongjun suddenly felt a sense of frustration, his love was a little crazy, "Well, about half an hour ago."

"It's almost there. Your report is very good. It points out Xiashang Textile Group's aging equipment, non-standard production process, uncertain sales prospects, and the difficulty of transforming into the clothing industry.

I mentioned to Boss Jing that he should praise you in front of Professor Wei.In addition, there is a reward from Xiashang Textile Group.After the internal audit process on my side is completed, I will send it to you. "

Luo Zhongjun grinned silently. Even Xiaobai knew that Sister Qiao must have helped him, and his depressed mood instantly improved, "Sister Qiao, thank you!"

Qiao Shuang said sharply: "Why, you think that my assistant is doing nothing, and I have read your report carefully." Although she didn't understand it.But the point of view and the table of contents are at least remembered.

Luo Zhongjun stammered, "No...no. I..." He also knew that Qiao Shuang graduated from a college.He is a graduate student of Aurora University, and the topic of academic qualifications is a bit sensitive.

Qiao Shuang couldn't help but chuckle, "Stupid! Pay attention to wearing a coat when sleeping on the high-speed rail. I checked the temperature in Shanghai tonight, and it's 21 degrees. Don't catch a cold. Goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, Xiao Qiao came out from the balcony with light steps, with a smile on her lips. Just at this time, the cars of Dong Lingxi, Xia Rongxi, and An Zhiwen arrived at Villa No. 3 one after another.

On the high-speed rail, Luo Zhongjun who hung up the phone only felt warm in his heart. He really wanted to sing a song or yell. Holding his mobile phone, he looked at the photo Qiao Shuang generously took of him in the hotel water bar before, a little fascinated .

The blurry, dark scene in the evening outside the car flashed by.

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Jing Gao hosted a banquet in Villa No. 3 for An Zhiwen, Xie Wangzhen, Zhong Qiming, Gong Cheng, Dong Lingxi, Xia Rongxi and others.

The chef was invited by An Zhiwen's contacts.He is the chef of an extremely famous private restaurant in Beijing.It is said that this private restaurant was invested and opened by a friend of Professor Zhao.Chefs account for [-]% of the shares.

The old man brought two apprentices and ingredients, and came over around three o'clock in the afternoon to get busy.It's just about six o'clock.

When it comes up, it is a carved tofu, which is quite awesome!Then cook a fish, tamales, chicken soup and other dishes, a total of twelve dishes, all of which are delicious in color, fragrance and taste.The hosts and guests who ate were very happy and full of praise.

After drinking and eating, Jing Gao apologized to Xie Wangzhen and the others, and invited An Zhiwen, Dong Lingxi, and Xia Rongxi to the small living room to drink tea and talk about things.

Dong Lingxi was wearing a white suit, bright and colorful as always, with convex and concave curves, exchanged a few words, put down the goblet in his hand, and said with a smile: "Mr. Jing, let's talk!" Her role as an intermediary was thus completed.

Jing Gao sat on the sofa without moving, smiled and nodded, making a gesture.

Dong Lingxi walked out of the small living room gracefully.

(End of this chapter)