Financial Street is located in the Xicheng District of Yanjing. It can be said to be the financial center of Yanjing. There are many high-rise buildings one after another. Hundreds of companies, both domestic and foreign, are staying here. Some small businesses can only rent a few floors.
Office buildings and large companies have their own independent office buildings.
Thunder Investment-----Four large characters shining golden under the sun are hung on the top of a forty-story modern office building. On the building, a lightning-shaped mark is the name of Thunder Investment Group.
The LOGO, at the same time, also symbolizes their unique vision and keen awareness of investment - they will invest wherever they can make money.
"Bah bang bang!" There was a knock on the carved wooden door of the chairman's office located on the top floor of the building. After getting a reply from the owner, the door was opened.
"Master Zheng, the futures investment in the previous stage has reached the value we expected. Do you want to sell the goods?" A young woman wearing a light gray business suit looked at the picture that was said to be that of Queen Elizabeth I of England in the 17th century.
said the young man behind the used desk.
"Let's sell the goods." The young man didn't even raise his head, his eyes were still staring at a financial newspaper in his hand.
This is what Zheng Wuming must do every day. Every morning, in addition to coffee, there is a stack of newspapers sent by his secretary, all about financial investment, various countries and various fields.
He believes in that sentence - Opportunities are everywhere, it just depends on whether you can seize them.
If you can't catch it, you'll be in ruins. If you catch it, you'll soar to the sky.
"Okay, Master Zheng." The woman nodded, and just as she was about to turn around and leave, Zheng Wuming stopped her.
"Has Su Qingwu come to work?" Zheng Wuming stood up and looked at the ant-like traffic below through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows. Finally, his eyes fell on the sign of a building not far across the way---
--Huayuan Group.
"Here we come," the woman said.
"Yeah, not bad." Zheng Wuming turned around and signaled to the woman that she could go out, then picked up his cell phone and made a call. Within five minutes, a burly man in a black suit walked in.
"Master Zheng, are you looking for me?" the man asked.
"Kunlun, tell me, should I go there?" Zheng Wuming asked, pointing to the building in the distance.
"Master Zheng hasn't given up yet?" Kunlun burst into laughter.
He was a bodyguard, but he was also Zheng Wuming's friend, so he didn't feel restrained when speaking to Zheng Wuming.
"You can go if you want. Looking at Yanjing, who can stop you?" Kunlun said with a smile. "But Mr. Zheng, I don't understand. There are so many women in the world, why do you have to hang yourself from a tree?"
What about death?"
"How else would I say you are a martial artist?" Zheng Wuming smiled and shook his head.
"I was originally a martial artist." Kunlun said nonchalantly.
"Kunlun, in the eyes of others, I am a person who pursues interests, but no one stipulates that you cannot pursue love while pursuing interests, right?"
"I heard-----she was dumped by that boy from the Yan family?" Zheng Wuming asked suddenly.
"Yes." Kunlun said with a smile. "So, I don't object to you calling me a martial artist, because I don't understand love at all. Such a beautiful woman, even if she doesn't have love, will marry her and become a warrior."
Isn’t it a good tool for ejaculation? Why not use it?”
"Kunlun." Zheng Wuming suddenly stopped his words in a deep voice, looked at him flatly, and said, "You can slander any woman, but don't say bad things about Su Qingwu. I will be very unhappy.
"
"Okay, I understand." Kunlun shrugged and asked. "Then do we still want to go there?"
"Haha, of course I have to go there." Zheng Wuming said with a smile. "She should be very sad now that she was dumped by a man she had been waiting for for so many years - as her friend, shouldn't I care about her?
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"Go ahead and get a bouquet of lilies--she doesn't like roses."
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Su Qingwu was looking at the mid-month financial statements in front of the computer when her secretary knocked on the door and walked in.
"Dr. Su, Mr. Zheng from Thunder Investment is here."
"Zheng Wuming?" Su Qingwu raised her head and frowned slightly. "What is he here for?"
"I don't know." The secretary said truthfully. "But-----he has flowers in his hand."
"Let him go away." Su Qingwu said softly, her tone seemed unusually calm.
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"Xiaoyan, come upstairs with me." Zhong Zhenguo looked at Yan Murong and said seriously after Yan Murong saw off the couple.
Yan Murong looked at Zhong Zhenguo's back walking up the stairs and couldn't figure out what he was asking her to do, but he still followed Zhong Zhenguo upstairs ----- Who makes someone the boss?
During one treatment session, the two of them sat facing each other without saying a word.
What does this old man want to do? Yan Murong was stared at by Zhong Zhenguo like a monkey for a long time, and she felt a little scared.
"Mr. Zhong, what do you want from me?" Yan Murong couldn't stand Zhong Zhenguo's look, so she had to speak first.
"Something's wrong." Zhong Zhenguo nodded and said seriously. "Do you know that you almost got into a big disaster just now?"
"I'm saving people, I'm sure." Yan Murong defended.
"I know you are saving people." Zhong Zhenguo sighed, and suddenly the conversation changed. "What acupuncture technique did you use just now? - Eight needles at once, or were you using needles in the air?"
"I-----" Yan Murong thought that he had to educate himself a few more words, but he didn't expect that the old man's thinking would be so fast----- He was talking about saving people just now, and then suddenly
Jumped to using the needle myself.
Yan Murong was also a little depressed - just now she only thought about saving people, but she didn't expect that that acupuncture technique would cause "unforeseen disaster".
"This-----can I not say it?" Yan Murong asked tentatively.
The acupuncture technique just now was the ghost acupuncture passed on to him by the old man.
"I know what you're thinking." Zhong Zhenguo waved his hand, interrupting Yan Murong's continued words. "Although I really want to learn, I know my own abilities. I'm getting old, so I'm afraid I want to use my anger to
It's impossible to move the needle, let alone send eight needles at once. I just want to know the name of your acupuncture method."
"Can I not say it?"
"No." Zhong Zhenguo shook his head.
"If you tell me, my master will break my legs."
"If you don't tell me, I will kick you out. Girl Teng said that you have no education and no ID card. I suspect you are a fugitive."
"------" Yan Murong felt aggrieved and wanted to cry.
If he hadn't seen that the old man was a lot older, he would have really wanted to punch him, then grab him by the collar and ask him why he looked so handsome, so what was wrong with him?
PS: There are so few flowers, please give me flowers!