Four hundred and seventieth chapters have ulterior motives
"Isn't this possible? Even if there is, there are people." Li Shengli did not agree with this and retorted confidently. If someone played with him like this on his own chassis, he had better stop living and find a rope to cut himself off.
When Fang Zhe saw this guy's reaction, he thought it would be better to change the angle. He took out a cigarette and handed him one, then smiled and said: "The mainland is short of talents? The mainland is short of market? Or are you short of funds?" He was tortured three times.
Li Shengli was silent for a while and shook his head: "There must be no shortage of funds. I don't know anything else."
"You're a pure layman. You can do just fine with a theater chain. What kind of film and television company do you want to run? You might as well find a company with potential to invest and take shares." Fang Zhe was so angry that he almost said the sb compound idiom.
"I just heard that you have made money by running a film and television company in the United States, so I was tempted. I will definitely follow the industry you are optimistic about." Li Shengli smiled awkwardly, once again exposing this guy's background.
"Okay, you can do whatever you want, and just don't bother me in the future." Fang Zhe has said enough. This guy really hasn't made any progress at all. It's unreasonable to say that he's still dreaming there for a long time. I owe you.
Or what should I say?
Realizing Fang Zhe's efforts, Li Shengli couldn't speak anymore. After watching Fang Zhe get into the car and leave, he turned around and returned to the house.
"What did he say?" Jiang Li asked with a smile, and Li Shengli shook his head: "I didn't even give him a chance to speak."
Jiang Li was surprised and said: "Don't you have a very good relationship? Even if he doesn't like you as a film and television company, it won't be difficult for you to invest in his company, right? Why, you don't even agree to this condition?"
Li Shengli shook his head: "If you don't know him, if you want to introduce films, you'd better go directly to the United States and negotiate with them."
Jiang Li was speechless. What do you need to do to introduce such a simple thing? I want to invest in movies from Pinnacle Pictures. I just need to spread the word in Hong Kong City. How about investing in pinnacle movies at the box office? I can cut leeks in the stock market.
ah.
Of course, he couldn't say this because he was afraid that Li Shengli would beat him up. He had also deceived him before, hoping that Li Shengli could connect him, but he didn't expect Fang Zhe to be very unhappy with him, which made him unable to speak at all. This guy is like the average mainlander
People are different, and he doesn't seem to like Hong Kong people very much. Jiang Li's inner thoughts are naturally very different from his reality.
It's not that Fang Zhe doesn't like people from Hong Kong, but he doesn't like people like him who are smart and think they can play with others.
"Let Goldman Sachs investigate the origins of Jiang Li." Fang Zhe turned around and confessed. Marilyn immediately recorded it, took out the phone and dialed the number. After answering the call and explaining, Fang Zhe hung up: "There will be results tomorrow."
Fang Zhe shook his head: "Don't worry, the people who play movies in Hong Kong City are all small roles. This person's name is not familiar, he probably has a club background. You can still dance in Hong Kong City, but dancing in the mainland is courting death."
Back in Songjiang, Fang Zhe usually went to Teacher Bai first, and the two Yanma asked them to find a hotel to settle in. Sharapova was still a little worried, but Fang Zhe said that there was no need to worry about safety issues in the country. In the end, Bova did not
After agreeing to leave, Fang Zhe had no choice but to take her upstairs and knock on the opposite door. Meng Juan's face was filled with surprise, but when she saw the two foreign horses, she became frightened.
"The two of them will stay here, you can settle in." Fang Zhe said, Meng Juan shook her head and said, "Okay, they each have a room, and I'll stay in your guest room." Fang Zhe nodded, took out the key and opened the opposite door.
Marilyn and Bova also looked shocked. How could such a rich boss live in such a shabby place? But they didn’t say a word and followed Meng Juan quietly through the door. After looking at this shabby house, there was really nothing to say.
It can be said to be the boss's hobby.
Marilyn was a weirdo, and followed Meng Juan's routine. The little girl heard a foreign woman speak Mandarin that was better than hers, and she suddenly felt like she was shocked. Marilyn revealed her identity as the boss's assistant, and Bova was a bodyguard and a tool.
Meng Juan felt at ease now and felt that the foreign woman who could speak Mandarin was very friendly.
Meng Juan, who had little social experience, was tricked in a few words and completely betrayed the relationship between Fang Zhe and Bai Li. This situation was something Marilyn had not grasped before, so she was very curious about what kind of woman she was.
Let Fang Zhe never forget it.
Meng Juan casually mentioned Fang Lishu's existence, complaining that Fang Zhe was good at everything, but was too fickle and had a heavy taste.
Fang Zhe felt very comfortable. Even though the house was a bit old, it was still comfortable to stay there. After entering, he took a bath first, then fell down on the bed and took a nap. When he woke up, it was almost dusk.
When I went to the bathroom rubbing my eyes, I found someone in the kitchen. I solved the problem first and went out to take a look. When I didn't see Bai Li, I asked Meng Juan: "Where is your sister Bai? Didn't you tell the news?"
"Sister Bai went back to see her parents and said she would be back later." Meng Juan replied, and the door opened behind her.
Seeing Bai Li coming in with a smile on her face, Fang Zhe couldn't help but sigh: "I can't help but talk about it. I was asking you just now."
"What are you asking? I haven't asked you yet, what's going on with the two foreign women I brought back this time?" Bai Li took the initiative.
Fang Zhe squatted in front of her: "Don't move!" He raised his hand to take off her shoes, took out her slippers and put them on. Bai Li's eyes were filled with happiness, and her body was shaking slightly.
Fang Zhe, who was so stubborn, actually put his hand to the tip of his nose and sniffed it. Bai Li immediately raised her hand and hit him on the shoulder in shame and said, "It smells."
"It smells delicious." Fang Zhe sat down on the ground, looked up at Bai Li and spoke.
The two looked at each other, and Bai Li felt a little guilty. She pretended to turn her head and look at the opposite door, then closed the door and said, "I'll smoke you to death."
Although Meng Juan was happy to see the interaction between the two, she couldn't stand it. She did this every time, locking up the dog and abusing it.
Oh, it's really cruel. Every time we don't see each other for a long time, a strong sour smell wafts in the living room.
Finally, Bai Li stretched out her hands to help Fang Zhe up and whispered: "Okay, I believe you are innocent."
"I can't figure it out. It's only if they agree. You don't know that Chinese women are quite popular abroad, but not men. Not many women in developed countries like Chinese men." Fang Zhe said.
I think of some online novels about Chinese-Americans in the United States, in which white women throw themselves into each other's arms without even using their money skills. It's simply funny.
"This should be an aesthetic issue, right?" Bai Li also defended, and Fang Zhe patted her butt: "I don't know, I know that as long as I have money, no matter what country she is, I will definitely make her unable to close her legs with money.
I can do it, but I just don’t bother to do it.”
"What are you talking about? There is a child in this room!" Bai Li kicked him, and Meng Juan came out and said sourly: "Sister, I am not a child anymore. My mother is urging me to get married."
When Fang Zhe heard this, he stared and said, "How's your self-study score? Don't get a diploma."
Meng Juan stuck out her tongue and made a face, then quickly retracted it.