"Ma'am, it's all written in the report. Take a look at it yourself!"
The laboratory technician said and took a look at the BMW 750 driven by Gu Yunmeng.
The look in his eyes seemed to be full of contempt, and he said: "You are so impatient when you are really rich, and you make random things and make people look like fools."
After saying that, he turned around and went back.
Gu Yunmeng was not given a chance to reply at all.
Scientific research intellectuals are so hard-core and can directly criticize them!
"Ah this..." Gu Yunmeng blushed on the spot, and her mind was pounding.
Embarrassed in place.
Being regarded as a rich man became a shame for the first time.
She quickly looked down at the report and was shocked.
The report is clearly written.
This coffee bean is produced by artificially bred civet cats by the indigenous people of Bali.
The coffee beans eaten by civet cats are coffee beans during the rainy season.
The coffee beans are not wild, they are cultivated artificially, and a lot of chemical compound fertilizers are used.
The grade is between grade three and grade four of cat poop coffee beans.
The price is 300~500 yuan per catty in China and 50~80 yuan per catty in the country of origin.
The report fell to the ground, and Gu Yunmeng was stunned.
Song Sanxi actually won!
Isn’t Zhao Liangyou a boaster and very good at it?
When I brought the coffee beans, I was told that they were purchased from the original place, and a pound of beans costs 50,000 yuan!
There are two kilograms in total in the glass bottle.
One hundred thousand yuan!
This is so fucking stupid!
He also said that his father bought 20 kilograms at a time and brought him back.
"You are really stupid. You have too much money. One million is just gone. My 60,000 yuan...sigh..."
Gu Yunmeng was heartbroken and disappointed.
Zhao Liangyou and his son are such idiots!
Seeing that my sister could earn Song Sanxi 60,000 yuan, it turned out to be...a piece of shit!
Because Song Sanxi said that if he wins, give her a shit.
It took a long time to come back to my senses.
Gu Yunmeng picked up the report and saw the bright red appraisal seal. She had to believe it!
Look at the time, it's noon, I guess Zhao Liangyou has also driven home, right?
So, she hurried back to the company.
I went back late and there was no food.
When I returned to the company, I finally had something to eat.
While we were eating, the boss Qian Yonghong came over.
This man in his thirties has a big belly and a smiling face.
He asked Gu Yunmeng if the coffee beans had been graded?
Gu Yunmeng smiled bitterly, told the truth, and took out the report.
Qian Yonghong was stunned and stood there for a long time.
It feels like, a big loss.
"Damn it, what kind of luck does Song Sanxi have? Does this prodigal son have research on coffee? It shouldn't be... it shouldn't be..."
Shaking his head in frustration, he left.
But he was thinking in his heart that Song Sanxi, who was so stupid, had won 300,000 yuan.
Then he has more than 800,000 yuan!
or……?
Returning to the rest room of the office, he lay down on the sofa and Qian Yonghong called Huang Changyong.
"Brother Yong, Song Sanxi is trading stocks here! My grandson has some money, maybe seven or eight hundred thousand, how about we form a game?"
"Why does he have so much money? How is it possible?"
Huang Changyong was lying in the special ward, his nose was already crooked with anger.
"Haha, his house is mortgaged, and I don't know where to raise the money, and then..."
Qian Yonghong told the facts while smoking.
Huang Changyong was also shocked, "Son of a turtle, what the hell did you have to do with your cat poop coffee luck? But, Brother Hong, I can't even come recently."
"Yo? What's wrong?"
"I was injured a little and I need to recover for two months."
Huang Changyong found it difficult to speak, his voice was much softer, and he felt really painful, so he hung up the phone.
In the ward, I was furious and roaring.
"Trash! It's all rubbish! It's rubbish! I'm so angry, I'm so angry..."
In the middle of the morning, the police said that they could not find the so-called migrant workers and would continue their efforts.
The rich man said that he had lost another 300,000 yuan and had four internal security guards.
If this continues, the internal security will almost be insufficient, so I asked Huang Changyong if he still needs to recruit more people.
Huang Changyong, can your nose not be crooked with anger?
He said that he would not recruit any more, and all the remaining internal security guards were patrolling the rich man day and night.
Keep an eye on, if there is anyone suspicious, ask me to interrogate and investigate!
Portrait, and then search in black and white.
Obviously, this search is useless.
Song Sanxi's ever-changing makeup skills, he can find out everything.
Fortunately, the hospital and his four subordinates didn't dare to tell him about the annihilation of his children, so they only told him to rest for two months and he would be fine.
If he knew the truth, Huang Changyong might be tempted to jump off the building.
He never expected that it would be Song Sanxi who did it.
In his heart, he is a prodigal who will never wake up no matter how much he loses, a fool, a trash, and his gambling addiction is worse than his drug addiction...
Song Sanxi, just arrived at the kindergarten.
Just in time, Zhou Wenbing came over.
Zhou Wenbing drives a second-hand Chevrolet sedan, which is well maintained and has a clean body.
As soon as they got off the car, Song Sanxi smiled and said, "Hey, Mr. Zhou, hello!"
"You..." Zhou Wenbing was a little alert, "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to make lunch for Tiantian! Just in time, you're here. Please wait a little longer and I'll prepare two portions of rice, one for you and one for me to take to Yourong, okay?"
Song Sanxi's modesty and politeness.
Zhou Wenbing was really not used to it.
This scumbag has really changed?
Zhou Wenbing couldn't help but asked: "Did you personally cook yesterday's lunch?"
"Yes. It's embarrassing! Thank you for your hard work. I sent it to Yourong. I hope it didn't cause you too much trouble."
Zhou Wenbing was so polite that he was at a loss. He shook his head in embarrassment, "It's okay, I can do my best."
"By the way, Mr. Zhou, are you here...?"
Zhou Wenbing had no choice but to tell the truth.
Song Sanxi nodded to express her understanding, "It seems that Mr. Zhou is still a trustworthy person! If there is a chance, you are welcome to pursue her and give her happiness and Tiantian a sense of stability. Can you promise me?"
Zhou Wenbing: "..."
Very broken.
Is this still the husband?
How can anyone encourage others to pursue their own wives?
He blushed, "Song Sanxi, stop talking nonsense. Yourong and I are colleagues, but I sympathize with her and Tiantian. If you... can be nice to her, I will feel relieved."
After saying that, I wanted to slap myself in the mouth. Why didn't you agree?
Song Sanxi smiled and said, "I'm sure I will try my best to compensate the two of them. Let's just go upstairs and sit down, and I'll pay the fee."
Zhou Wenbing felt a little nervous, "Forget it, I'm still worried about giving you the money. I'll pay it myself! I will definitely do what I promised you."
"Okay. Mr. Zhou is a man who values affection and justice, and I admire him."
Song Sanxi no longer insisted and went to the kindergarten kitchen to cook.
Zhou Wenbing went to pay the fee and then waited.
Within half an hour, Zhou Wenbing was dumbfounded.
Exquisite dishes, so delicious.
There are two portions in total, both packaged.
Song Sanxi gave it to him personally to express his gratitude.
Zhou Wenbing took the food and said awkwardly: "I...should I...say thank you to you?"
Song Sanxi smiled grandly, "Mr. Zhou, it's me who should say thank you."
"Can you really change yourself?"
"As much as possible."
On the way back, Zhou Wenbing had a hard time believing this fact.
Song Sanxi has changed a lot. She is handsome, has temperament, and is a good cook.
His heart felt a little lost and sour.
When I arrived at the factory, I just got off work.
Zhou Wenbing quickly delivered Su Yourong's meal to the door of the workshop.
But when he passed by, Su Yourong was nowhere to be seen.
After asking around, I found out that she had been in the factory director's office for half an hour.
Zhou Wenbing's heart tightened and he secretly shouted, "No!"
Factory Director Yang Dali, that’s an old pervert, who doesn’t know him?