Chapter 73: Hold Tight Thighs
Looking at the "high-end and classy" snakeskin bag of agricultural fertilizer in front of him, Zhou Jianfeng just felt annoyed. He was thinking that if Lu Yiming didn't agree, he would secretly spread rumors and make trouble. He never thought that the other party would agree so readily, making all the tricks he had thought of so hard for useless.
If not, doesn't this mean that Zhou Jianfeng trusts Lu Yiming unconditionally? Doesn't that mean he is being pressed to the ground by Lu Yiming?
Check it out. There are at least a hundred people in the entire Internet cafe staring at this place. It is too embarrassing to squat here and count money by yourself.
No matter which choice he makes, Zhou Jianfeng will be the loser.
Zhou Jianfeng first felt that he couldn't let Lu Yiming lose face like this, but he was also worried about the one million. After all, in this era, one million could buy several commercial houses in Baiyun City. If Lu Yiming put in a few hundred thousand or eighty thousand less, it would be a huge loss.
After much thought, Zhou Jianfeng called a friend who worked in a bank and asked him to bring a money detector to count the money in full view of everyone.
If this sack of money contained only hundred-dollar bills, it would be easy to count them in a few minutes with a money detector.
But in reality, the money ranged from 100-yuan notes to 1-cent coins! Not to mention the wrinkled notes, the coins of various years and colors were enough to make you go bald by counting them.
In fact, these were all deliberately replaced by Li Quanwang, taking out a bundle of 100-yuan bills here and stuffing a bunch of coins there, just to disgust Zhou Jianfeng.
Under the watchful eyes of the public, it took Zhou Jianfeng's bank friend more than an hour to count all the cash.
"It's one million, that's right... Hey, here's a penny." The bank employee picked up a coin from the ground.
Lu Yiming smiled and said, "Since you are so poor, and you come to ask for money before the contract is even over, I will give you this cent, just as a token of friendship."
"you……"
Zhou Jianfeng had already made a big fool of himself, and now Lu Yiming is using this to make another fuss. This is like killing someone and destroying his heart.
Looking at the bundles of banknotes on the ground, the surrounding onlookers also exclaimed in amazement.
Many ordinary people only earn a few hundred yuan a month from working. How could they have ever seen what one million looks like?
The look in their eyes when they looked at Lu Yiming was full of envy and admiration.
He takes one million dollars as soon as he says so. He is indeed a big boss!
Many customers who have recharged their membership fees no longer doubt the strength of Tongxin Internet Cafe.
If someone casually takes out one million, would he still take away his own one thousand eight hundred?
That's obviously impossible.
"Boss, can I still recharge my membership now?"
"I want to charge 500!"
"How much will I get for a 10,000 RMB deposit? If I get more, I'll sell my house."
Lu Yiming waved his hand and said with a smile: "Recharge activities are held irregularly. If you need them, you can pay attention to the announcements of our Internet cafe."
Looking at Lu Yiming's smug look, Zhou Jianfeng, who got back one million, was not happy at all.
He cursed silently in his heart: I'll let you be proud for a few days, and when you lose everything, just wait and see how I laugh at you!
"let's go!"
Zhou Jianfeng snorted, put the sack on his shoulder, and left with his men.
Lu Yiming said with a smile: "Goodbye."
Then, he tore up all the bills and said to Li Quanwang with a smile: "Okay, now this house belongs to us completely."
at the same time.
Taikoo Shing, a famous middle-class residential area in Hong Kong.
In the morning, the warm morning light poured down from the windowsill, and Zheng Zhiguang woke up leisurely from the soft Simmons mattress imported from Europe.
It is said to be a thousand-square-foot high-rise mansion surrounded by mountains and rivers, but in fact it is just an apartment of more than 90 square meters. Zheng Zhiguang bought it from a Chinese couple who were in a hurry to escape to the Maple Leaf Country.
It cost less than four million, which is still very cost-effective.
Of course, the reason why he was able to buy a house here was mainly due to Zheng Zhiguang's personal efforts and the fact that he has a billionaire father.
Although his father is very strict about his personal living expenses, his son is his biological son after all, and buying a house is a fixed asset investment and not a waste.
After getting up and washing up, Zheng Zhiguang drove the new Mercedes-Benz SLK that he had bought with great effort to the company.
The sea breeze blowing in his face seemed to carry the salty smell of banknotes, which made Zheng Zhiguang intoxicated.
When he entered the company, the receptionist who usually ignored him also showed him a sweet smile and even took the initiative to greet him in an intimate tone: "Manager Zheng."
Zheng Zhiguang felt his bones soften when he heard the shout.
Life, that's how it should be.
Taking the elevator up to the office floor, a local colleague who usually disagreed with Zheng Zhiguang came over enthusiastically and said, "Guang, today is Friday. Let's go out for a drink and play cards after work this afternoon. I'll treat you."
Zheng Zhiguang certainly knew the reason for his colleague's abnormal behavior. He felt a little proud, but he still politely declined the invitation: "No, maybe next time. I have something else to do this weekend."
As the two passed each other, the colleague suddenly changed his expression and said to his companion indignantly: "This mainlander is really ungrateful. I invited him to drink and he refused!"
His companions had no choice but to advise him: "Just bear with it for now. After all, he has now attracted a big client, and the higher-ups value him very much. We can't afford to offend him."
They may look down on people from the mainland, but people in finance will never look down on money.
In this industry, race, occupation, and gender all have to take a back seat, and only those with money are the boss.
In the eyes of ordinary people, people working in finance are considered social elites, with high incomes, fancy clothes, and high-end social life. However, staying up late to work overtime is common, and the psychological pressure is high. It is not uncommon to hear of people dying from overwork or committing suicide.
But behind the glamorous surface, there is often extremely hard work and life, and even one’s world views may be distorted.
In Hong Kong's financial industry, the hierarchy is very strict.
Generally, one starts as an "analyst" in an investment bank. One has to endure the three most arduous years before being promoted to a "manager". It then takes another three and a half years before one can be promoted to a "vice president".
The strict hierarchy can be used to its fullest when work is needed. Analysts need to work overtime all year round without any hesitation, and the dirty work is left to them. They are always on their phones and work almost seven days a week. On average, they need to work 100 hours a week, and sometimes 120 hours a week.
Zheng Zhiguang knew very well that if he didn't have a wealthy father, he would have no chance of climbing from an analyst to a manager position.
Now, if he wants to climb up from the position of manager to the position of vice president, he does not have to rely on building good relationships with colleagues or currying favor with his superiors, but has to cling to Lu Yiming, the golden thigh.
