When Liangkun saw Ji Bu's tone, he was about to fall out.
"What, what I said is wrong?"
Ji Bu looked back at the company hall, then turned and walked aside: "If you don't want to rush into the street, just listen to me."
Finished.
Ji Bu walked outside the company by himself.
Liangkun frowned and thought for a moment, then followed him.
Ji Bu didn't show off, he opened his mouth and asked, "What are you doing with the finance department?"
"Check the money."
"Checking banknotes, what kind of business is this?"
"this"
Liangkun thought for a while and was wondering whether to say it or not.
"Is that something about northern Myanmar?"
Ji Bu didn't ask further questions and glanced sideways at Liangkun: "You think you're buying and selling cabbage on the street. Why don't you find an accountant to come over and check the banknotes for you?"
"You don't know what kind of deal you are going to do with those people in northern Myanmar? Sino-Ocean is a serious accounting company, and the people who work there are also serious people."
Ji Bu talked eloquently, and all he said was: "If you find a serious person to help you check banknotes, where is your brain? Are you really just buying and selling cabbage?!"
In his tone of voice, he did not hide his deep disdain: "Would you like me to equip you with a big loudspeaker, and how many times can you go out on the street and shout?"
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After Liangkun heard this, although he was dissatisfied with Ji Bu's tone of voice, he felt that what he said was very reasonable.
"In my opinion, it's better to talk to Brother Kun."
A hint of cunning flashed in Ji Bu's eyes, and he took the initiative to give advice: "Brother Kun must have professional personnel at his disposal. He is the right person."
"Don't!"
Liangkun immediately stretched out his hand to stop Ji Bu: "I know this matter myself, so I won't bother you to worry about it."
His idea is also very simple.
Now that he has taken this matter into his own hands, if he goes to Lin Kun just because of this small matter of checking banknotes, it will inevitably make Lin Kun look down on him.
"That's okay..."
Ji Bu didn't force him until he ordered. He threw the cigarette butt on the ground, crushed it hard, picked it up and threw it into the trash can:
"The finance is inside. You can see the person when you go in. Just take the finance away. Just say I approve it and let him go with you."
Finished.
He opened the car door, stepped on the accelerator and left.
Liangkun stood there, smelling the exhaust that rushed into his nostrils, his expression became tangled, and he stood there looking at the Ocean Hall for several seconds, but finally did not go in.
What Ji Bu said makes sense.
I am going to sell flour, and the fewer people who know about it, the better. Isn’t it unthinkable to find an upright accountant to verify the money?
This way.
Ji Bu was driving the car and humming a tune, obviously in a good mood.
He looked at Liangkun in the rearview mirror who had not entered in the end, and the corners of his mouth could not help but sneer slightly upward:
"Baizai, just wait until you hit the street."
When he heard that Liangkun said that he wanted to find someone to check the banknotes, Ji Bu was basically sure that the money they used must be US dollars.
If nothing unexpected happens, this batch of U.S. dollars must be counterfeit bills bought from Song Zihao and others.
Liangkun didn't go in in the end. It seemed that his efforts to fan the flames had an effect.
He drove the car quickly through the streets, and soon arrived at Lin Kun's residence and found Lin Kun.
"Why did you come to see me so early in the morning?"
Lin Kun was wearing a linen shirt, looking very casual, holding a teapot and pouring brewed tea into a cup:
"Why don't you come here earlier? If you come here earlier, you can meet Ajun, have breakfast with her and then send her to the company."
"hehe."
Ji Bu smiled and nodded, picked up the tea cup and took a sip: "I still have a lot of things to do today, and I have to be busy with the troubles of Daxiong Accounting Company."
"There is also a new idea that needs to be put into operation over at Zhongxiao Street. I came here to report to Brother Kun."
"The accounting company is not in a hurry, it's just a white glove."
Lin Kun held the teacup and looked at the scenery in the distance of the villa, and became interested: "Zhongxiao Street, what ideas do you have for Zhongxiao Street to operate?"
What he was most satisfied with was Ji Bu.
Whatever he did, as long as it was a slightly bigger decision, he would tell himself what he needed to know and would never hide it.
But it is different from having to make decisions on all matters big and small. Ji Bu can handle such small matters by himself, so he just needs to tell Lin Kun.
Although Lin Kun likes his younger brother to do things neatly and beautifully, he doesn't want to have to make decisions and do everything himself.
but.
He still has the most basic right to know and the desire to control.
At this point, Liangkun is much worse.
"Tossing around."
Ji Bu waved his hand, picked up the teapot and helped Lin Kun refill the cup with tea: "I have visited Zhongxiao Street. As far as the current management model is concerned, there is no big problem."
"However, Zhongxiao Street still has great potential to be developed. Zhongxiao Street is not lively enough at night. I plan to set up a night market stall on the street."
He briefly described the situation to Lin Kun and showed the information in his hand: "This is not about using the information to go through the application procedures. It's about setting up a new management office."
He considered it for a while and said: "If this matter is completed, it is conservatively estimated that Zhongxiao Street can bring us 30% more profit every month."
"Brother Kun, don't underestimate this street stall. As long as this night market is completed and the flow of people increases, the rent will only become more and more expensive."
He looked at Lin Kun with pride.
"Tsk"
Lin Kun smiled and shook his head: "Not bad, you kid, these methods of getting money are one after another."
"It's not easy to get an extra commercial street in hand. There are so many handsome guys down there waiting for me to start working. Why do I have so much money?"
Ji Bu looked at Lin Kun with a smile: "When I complete this procedure, I will give 30% to Brother Kun and 10% to Brother Shan. It will be my wish."
"hehe."
The smile on Lin Kun's face was strong: "You have a serious intention."
Thirty percent dividend.
Lin Kun really didn't like this little money, but he couldn't resist Ji Bu's intention. He was still very happy: "Just go ahead and do it."
"Eh"
Ji Bu nodded, glanced at Lin Kun, showed a stunned expression, patted his knee, and said seemingly casually:
"By the way, I suddenly remembered that there is something else."
"What's going on?"
Lin Kun raised his eyebrows.
"It's like this. When I came here in the morning, I met Liangkun."
Ji Bu had been prepared for a long time and spoke concisely and concisely: "Jiangkun went to Yuanyang this morning. He asked for someone from me. He said he wanted to find the treasurer to check his banknotes."
"Check money?!"
Lin Kun frowned, as if he had guessed: "What's going on?"
"I didn't ask."
Ji Bu checked his hands and said, "I didn't ask, but I guess it's just something about northern Myanmar. I didn't ask him about the specific situation."
"I told him, just go inside and greet him with human words."
"Snapped."
Lin Kun slapped his hand on the table and yelled: "Nonsense!"