Jiang Chunhui looked a little moved when he saw Sang Xiaoyu's appearance.
In his dictionary, he has never been so attracted to a woman. As the saying goes, the deeper the love, the more serious the injury.
Jiang Chunhui was quite satisfied. Sang Xiaoyu was no longer tense, which might be a prelude to submission.
Jiang Chunhui had never heard a saying, that is, women who make trouble are not scary, but women who don't make trouble are scary. Sang Xiaoyu showed no signs of making trouble.
Sang Xiaoyu was never the woman he thought he was, and compromise was just Jiang Chunhui's wishful dream.
Sang Xiaoyu's tears rolled down unsatisfactorily, which perfectly heightened the sad atmosphere.
At this moment, there was a commotion at the door.
Sang Xiaoyu asked Zhao Chunling what was going on. Didn't they agree that no one was allowed in?
Zhao Chunling was at the door and said, "We can't stop it."
Sang Xiaoyu said: "Let him come in."
A tall man came in with messy hair and a long beard. Sang Xiaoyu thought he was a beggar at first sight.
I saw this man kneeling down as soon as he saw Sang Xiaoyu.
Holding Sang Xiaoyu's thigh, she said: "I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for you..."
Sang Xiaoyu was frightened, and Jiang Chunhui also turned around and looked carefully for a long time. The first person he saw was Wang Ximo.
"Isn't this Ximo?"
Wang Ximo was recognized. He stood up, picked up the bag under him, opened the zipper, poured all the money inside on the table and said: "This is 560,000, I'm here to pay you back.
Don’t sell the hotel.”
On the plain table lay a bunch of bright red money.
Sang Xiaoyu pulled him up and hugged him and said, "Ximo, I was right about you. I told you back then that you would never lie to me. Over the years...you..."
Wang Ximo came to Jiang Chunhui again and said: "Mr. Jiang, I, Wang Ximo, am not a human being. You have helped Xiaoyu a lot. How did you treat Sang Xiaoyu? Let her go now. I know she regards this hotel as a hotel."
He gave birth to his own child..."
Jiang Chunhui also patted him and said, "No, really not."
Wang Ximo clasped his fists at everyone and said: "Young and old men, don't withdraw your capital. Sang Xiaoyu is the best woman in the world. She is righteous, courageous and responsible. If she is the boss, your money will never be lost..."
Sang Xiaoyu asked someone to send Wang Ximo back, and Zhao Chunling wanted to take the money to the accounting department. Sang Xiaoyu thought for a moment, took out 30,000 yuan, and took the rest to Sang Xiaoyu's office.
Wang Ximo's appearance was like a warm bullet that hit Sang Xiaoyu's soul. She felt that she still had the capital to make a comeback because of the infinite trust of these people in her.
Sang Xiaoyu began to report the accounts.
He reported all the hotel's accounts and finally said: "Mr. Jiang, I owe you a total of 300,000 personal funds. My salary of 370,000 is in Xingyu's hotel account."
She raised the 30,000 yuan she had just received and said, "I don't know how to get another 30,000 yuan. Wang Ximo helped me, and I decided to return you 400,000 yuan. Over the years, the interest on this 100,000 yuan means nothing.
But I can only use one hundred thousand to express my feelings."
Sang Xiaoyu threw 30,000 yuan in front of Jiang Chunhui and continued: "I have decided to vacate the hotel. We will handle all the procedures one by one after the meeting. I have seven days to fully cooperate with you."
Jiang Chunhui stood up and said, "Xiao Yu, you don't have to be so cruel. I never wanted you to leave the hotel, but..."
Sang Xiaoyu waved her hand and interrupted him: "Please let me finish. Now is my time to speak. Your time will be up soon."
Jiang Chunhui looked at her with keen eyes, feeling that Sang Xiaoyu must have thousands of mountains and rivers hidden in her heart at this time, but what she showed was a gentle breeze.
Sang Xiaoyu took out a contract and said with a heavy heart: "As soon as I sign this, the hotel will no longer be mine. I hope you will make the hotel prosperous.
Now, the hotel's soup is the most popular. Not only did I keep the recipe, but I also kept everyone to repay Mr. Jiang's sincerity for me.
Sang Xiaoyu picked up the pen and was about to write under the name of Party A, when the door was kicked open again and Li Junhao broke in.
Li Junhao held a check in his hand and shouted at Sang Xiaoyu: "Xiaoyu, don't sign, the money is here."
Everyone looked towards the door. Sang Xiaoyu rushed to Li Junhao and asked, "What did you say?"
She couldn't believe her ears.
Li Junhao may have run too fast. There was a leaf hanging on his ear, which was floating down like a butterfly. He said incoherently: "Don't worry about it. I just can't sign. What I brought is seven million. Let these few
Get out of here, personally!"
Sang Xiaoyu stopped him and said, "Stop talking nonsense and tell me what's going on."
Li Junhao proudly pushed Sang Xiaoyu back to the center, held up the check in his hand and said, "Mr. Jiang, just leave if you want. We can still get through this difficulty without your money."
Li Junhao's not-so-big eyes were almost like crescent moons at the moment, but he kept speaking plausibly.
Jiang Chunhui couldn't stand it anymore. He felt that this guy was so arrogant that his nose was almost sticking up to the sky.
Li Junhao handed the check to the accounting supervisor and said: "Put it in the account and see if it works."
Jiang Chunhui was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Don't fool us with these useless things. A check for seven million? Have you really seen it?"
Several investors laughed together.
The accountant came back quickly and said that the account had been communicated with the bank and everything was OK.
There was an uproar in the stadium, and Li Junhao proudly hugged Sang Xiaoyu.
Jiang Chunhui became anxious and pointed at Li Junhao and said, "Don't be too arrogant. It's useless to lick Sang Xiaoyu. She won't like you."
"Really?" Li Junhao proudly took out two red marriage certificates from his pocket, placed them on both sides of his face and said, "We are now a legally recognized loving couple. Do you want to take a closer look?"
Jiang Chunhui didn't believe it and stepped forward to grab a copy. The wedding date was clearly written on it and there were sweet wedding photos of the two of them.
Jiang Chunhui didn't believe it and looked at Sang Xiaoyu.
Sang Xiaoyu nodded and glanced at Li Junhao coquettishly.
Li Junhao took Sang Xiaoyu and walked out, walked to Jiang Chunhui and said: "The cooked duck flew away."
Jiang Chunhui sat dejectedly in his seat. The 30,000 yuan on the table seemed to be mocking him. He didn't pay attention to the people around him who greeted him.
Li Junhao, who likes to pretend to be crazy, actually acted like this at a critical moment. Jiang Chunhui felt that everything Sang Xiaoyu had done before meant that she was unaware of it.
Who did Li Junhao ask for? Seven million? It is impossible for Jiang Chunhui not to know someone with such wealth. If he were in Meilanjiang, who would give him a problem at this juncture.
What made Jiang Chunhui sad was not the matter of the hotel. He didn't care whether it happened or not, but Sang Xiaoyu really married Li Junhao. This was a sad thing that made him cry.
It seemed that all his fighting spirit had been lost for a moment, and his life was a little confused.