"Haha, Mr. Wen, you are too kind. I just dig for coal to make a living. I just arrived in Beijing recently and heard that rich people in Beijing like to live in courtyard houses, so I spent a little money and bought a courtyard house for several million to live in." Liang Qingjun said with a self-satisfied look on his face.

Now that he had heard that Wentao had heard of his company, his sense of superiority grew even stronger.

Wen Tao's slightly humble attitude has made him certain that Wen Tao is not a high-ranking official, but just a "pretty boy" who is likable.

"Mr. Wen, since you are a public official, you should recognize your own identity. This level of cocktail party is probably out of reach for people like you, right? You must have begged for an admission ticket, right? What? Don't you want to work hard anymore and want to be on the list of rich women at the cocktail party? I can introduce you to someone like that!" Liang Qingjun said with some contempt.

In his eyes, the several thousand yuan salary a civil servant earns a month is not enough for him to have breakfast.

A small civil servant actually flirted with the person he was pursuing at a cocktail party. Now that he had the chance, why wouldn't he crush her to death?

Hearing Liang Qingjun's rude remarks, Wen Tao's brows immediately frowned. He had just flattered him a few words, and now he was pretending to be cool?

Wen Tao was not going to tolerate him and was about to open his mouth to retort. Before he could say anything, Gillian on the side said, "Mr. Liang, Wen Shao's family is very well-off... and it was me who took the initiative to make friends with Wen Shao. Please don't bother us."

Gillian is a Hong Kong star, and it was difficult for her to express the meaning of "third-generation red" at the moment, so she could only use "good family" instead.

Seeing Gillian defending this pretty boy so much, Liang Qingjun frowned deeply.

But he was dissatisfied with Yi Ran's "turtle looking at mung beans" and couldn't get angry at all, so he could only vent his anger on Wen Tao.

Just a small civil servant, what's so great about that?

Moreover, Gillian must have only been attracted to the appearance of this "pretty boy". If she knew the real income of a "civil servant", she would probably lose interest in him.

Liang Qingjun has dealt with civil servants within the system many times, and he knows their business practices very well.

At Wentao's age, he is just a section clerk, and at best a "deputy section chief". The salary of a deputy section chief is only more than 1,000 yuan. For a female star like Gillian, a lipstick may cost more than 1,000 yuan.

What does he have to play with others?

"Ah Jiao, don't be angry! I didn't say anything just now! Mr. Wen, do you know how much this glass of champagne costs? If someone hadn't brought you in, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to afford this glass with your annual salary!" Liang Qingjun said somewhat provocatively.

He just wanted to let Wentao, this country bumpkin, see the "world of the rich" and expose his true face!

Wen Tao looked at the champagne in Liang Qingjun's hand, sneered and said, "Boss Liang, I don't know how much champagne costs. My monthly salary is over 2000 yuan. I can't afford even a glass of champagne, right?"

Wen Tao also wanted to tease Liang Qingjun a little, pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger! It was like the plot of a later cool novel!

"Ah! Mr. Wen's salary is only over 2000? I always thought that civil servants' salaries were very high! I spend more than 2000 yuan on breakfast!" Liang Qingjun said with a proud look on his face.

"Young Master Wen, why don't you quit your job and come work for me? I guarantee you'll be able to add a zero to your monthly salary. This champagne is called Salon, and a bottle costs nearly 0 yuan. That one sip, Young Master Wen, already cost you a month's salary!"

After saying that, Liang Qingjun burst into laughter.

Gillian standing by was also surprised. She became famous early and had no concept of money, but she couldn't figure out how she could survive with a salary of only more than 2000 yuan a month!

Are the incomes of all “officials” in the mainland so low?

Wen Shao's family are all officials, so doesn't that mean...

At this time, Gillian unconsciously took a few steps back and stood a little further away from Wentao.

I thought to myself, I'm lucky to have met Liang Qingjun. If I had let that "country bumpkin" get close to me, it would have been really disgusting - disgusting to the extreme.

Liang Qingjun became even more proud at this time. A country bumpkin is a country bumpkin... This is probably the first time he has ever tasted such expensive champagne.

"Can Young Master Wen afford a house in Beijing with this income? The housing prices in Beijing are not low! Let me calculate for you. If the price is 1 yuan per square meter, Young Master Wen can buy a toilet for a year without eating or drinking! Hahaha!" Liang Qingjun said sarcastically again.

"Ah... I hadn't thought about buying a house in Beijing before. Now that Mr. Liang said so, I have to prepare in advance! Just buy a courtyard house. We Beijing people like to live in courtyard houses." Wen Tao said lightly.

Liang Qingjun was stunned at first, then burst into laughter.

"Young Master Wen! No one brags like you, right? With your monthly salary of more than 2000 yuan, how can you buy a courtyard house in your lifetime? Even buying the cheapest apartment would be difficult, right? Have you drunk too much? I suggest you go outside to get some northwest wind!" Liang Qingjun said without hiding his contempt.

Even Gillian, who had been "full of affection" towards Wentao just now, now felt a little disgusted with him.

Being poor is not your fault, but bragging is always bad!

Wen Tao also noticed the "contempt" in the eyes of the two men. He didn't care about their looks and directly called Li Jinpeng in front of them.

When he returned to Beijing to get engaged, he also called Li Jinpeng over. After all, a lot of his "funds" were in Li Jinpeng's hands, and he needed his help.

Moreover, before hanging up the phone, he also asked Li Jinpeng to buy one as well, because in ten years or so, the price of "Siheyuan" in Beijing would rise sharply.

Even if you invest your idle funds, you can still make a lot of money.

Li Jinpeng never questioned Wentao's vision. Since Wentao asked him to buy it, he must have his reasons.

Besides, he is now very rich and has abundant cash flow.

Seeing Wentao making a phone call so blatantly in front of the two of them, Liang Qingjun's face was full of disdain.

This is not the way to pretend to be cool, right?

Just make a phone call to someone and buy two courtyard houses?

If that's the case, I can do it too!

I'll make a phone call later and say I've taken on a project to lay tiles on the Great Wall!

Seeing that the purpose of humiliation had been achieved and Gillian no longer had any "sexual interest" in Wentao, Liang Qingjun quickly said, "Gillian, Chairman Ma Teng of Alibaba Duoduo will be here soon. Don't you want to be their company's spokesperson? I know Boss Ma very well. I'll introduce you later!"

As Liang Qingjun spoke, he looked at Wentao smugly, as if to say, "Boy, you're too young to fight me!"

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