What does Qiao Yicheng mean?
Did he have dinner with Mr. Liu? From what Xu Funian said, people still have a good impression of him?
"Xiao Song? Have you met Mr. Liu?"
Song Qingyuan nodded and said: "Ah, yes, we had dinner together last time and talked about writing a manuscript. In the past two days, Qiao Yicheng has written the manuscript and is going to show it to Mr. Liu for review. I thought about you and Xu We meet often, so I asked you to send a message to ask when it is convenient."
"Why...why didn't anyone tell me about this?"
Qiao Zuwang looked at Xu Funian, who was ignoring him, then at Lin Yue, who was expressionless, and then at Song Qingyuan, who had a smile on his face. He felt that he had been fooled.
After working for a long time, he was just a messenger. It wasn't Qiao Yicheng and Song Qingyuan who used him to meet Mr. Liu, it was him who gave them a ride on their pilgrimage.
Thinking about the blow in the lobby on the first floor just now, I feel a little embarrassed.
Ding~
The elevator opens.
Xu Funian took the three people out of the car and walked towards the end of the corridor.
This was not Qiao Zuwang's first time here, and he still felt unsteady with his feet on the soft blanket.
"We're here, wait a moment."
Xu Funian explained, raised his fingers and knocked on the door of the largest guest room on this floor.
Dong Dong Dong~
Dong Dong Dong~
There was a soft click, the door opened, and a woman with eyeliner poked out half of her face.
"Tell Mr. Liu that I have picked him up."
The woman looked at Lin Yue and the others, then opened the door.
Xu Funian whispered: "This is Mr. Liu's secretary, Miss Chen."
Qiao Zuwang glanced at Miss Chen a few more times and felt extremely envious. He thought that when he raised money and made a lot of money, he would not only buy a car or change his house, but also get a beautiful female secretary.
Xu Funian took the three of them into the room. It was a suite. Outside was the living room, with a sofa and coffee table. There was also a desk near the window with various documents and ornaments placed on it. Hanging hangings on the east and west walls Hongda's business license and various honorary certificates look quite similar.
The last time Qiao Zuwang came with Xu Funian, he was not even allowed to enter the house. This time he finally got what he wanted, not to mention how happy he was.
"Xiao Qiao."
Mr. Liu got up from the sofa and shook hands with Lin Yue.
"Xiao Song."
He shook hands with Song Qingyuan again.
When it was Qiao Zuwang's turn, he stretched out his hands to shake hands with the man who thought he had great magical powers and could make him prosperous by pulling out his hair. Unexpectedly, he withdrew his hand halfway through the hand, until Xu Funian whispered beside him. After saying, "His name is Qiao Zuwang, he is Qiao Yicheng's father, the man I told you about last time." Mr. Liu then handed over his hand again and let Qiao Zuwang hold it with both hands.
"Hi, Manager Qiao. I'm so envious of you for being able to raise such an outstanding son."
"Hello, Mr. Liu, hello, Mr. Liu."
Qiao Zuwang was both happy and depressed.
He was happy because he met the true God who led him to make a fortune. He was depressed because Mr. Liu's words sounded like compliments to him, but in reality they were talking about Qiao Yicheng's good qualities. You must know that he had finally managed to feel proud in front of his son, and now he was giving it to Liu. Just one sentence to get back to the original shape.
"Oh, Mr. Liu, the environment here is great."
Song Qingyuan smiled at Secretary Chen, walked a few steps in the living room, came to the window, and waved downward: "Oh, the view from here is really nice."
Mr. Liu said: "Xiao Song, what does this mean? When you make a lot of money in the future, go to the Bank of China Building in Hong Kong, stand on the top floor and look into the distance, then you will know what it means to be rich and what it means to be cold at high places. .”
"That's what Mr. Liu said." Song Qingyuan agreed and said no more.
At this time, Lin Yue put the briefcase in his hand on the table, zipped it up, and took out five bundles of hundred-yuan bills. Judging from the thickness, it was almost 50,000 yuan.
One hundred yuan in that era was not like 30 years later, when you go shopping in the supermarket and buy a few things and then it’s gone. Just ask for the price when buying groceries. It costs one yuan and a few kilograms. How many cents does it cost to buy a popsicle? Double Star Sneakers cost only a dozen yuan.
Qiao Zuwang looked at the new old man's head in front of him, his eyes almost popped out of his head. Where did Qiao Yicheng get so much money? You must know that he has only been in the TV station for more than half a year.
"This is a fundraiser that I and a few good friends put together, totaling 50,000 yuan. Mr. Liu will order a little bit."
When he heard that it was money from several people, Qiao Zuwang breathed a sigh of relief and felt more balanced.
Mr. Liu was very happy, firstly because Qiao Yicheng got a lot of money this time, and secondly because what does it mean that good friends invested money together? It means that you trust him, and among the friends of Qiao Yicheng and Song Qingyuan, some of them must be from TV stations. If you have a good relationship with these people, are you worried about not having publicity resources?
As a person who relies on psychological tactics to do business, he knows the importance of good advertising.
"No, no, no, I can trust you as a person."
"That's not okay." Lin Yue pushed the money in front of him: "If you have some, you must have some. As the old saying goes, brothers settle accounts. It's not like I'm buying and selling alone."
Seeing his persistence, Mr. Liu glanced at the female secretary. The man sat over, unwrapped the banknotes, and counted them one by one in his hand.
Lin Yue said casually: "Mr. Liu, I think you should buy a money counting machine so that you can free Miss Chen's hands."
"I originally had it, but I wore it out two days ago and I haven't had time to buy it yet."
Lin Yue didn't know whether this was true or not. Anyway, he made this suggestion not for Mr. Liu's benefit, but to delay time and divert the attention of Mr. Liu and others.
When the lady named Chen clicked on the last pile, Song Qingyuan stopped looking at the scenery outside and turned around to look at them with a smile.
Lin Yue reached out and took out a document from his briefcase and handed it over.
"Mr. Liu, this is the manuscript I prepared for you. You can read it and see if there are any problems. If there are no problems, I will ask the editor of Jinling Daily to publish it."
Mr. Liu was very beautiful, but when he took it in his hand and swiped it over the page header, the smile on his face instantly froze.
The title is not a powerful word such as "Hongda's Road to Take-off" or "From Fund-raising Economy to Together Wealth", but the words "Confession".
"Qiao Yicheng, what do you mean?"
He was furious, threw the manuscript on the table, and looked at Lin Yue with a gloomy old face.
Xu Funian took a quick look and his expression changed: "Brother Qiao, what are you going to do? I'm making you rich, and you're actually tricking me?"
He took it for granted that Qiao Zuwang knew that his eldest son was up to something.
"what happened?"
Qiao Zuwang took it in his hand and looked at it carefully. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. His eldest son Qiao Yicheng actually wanted Mr. Liu to admit to the crime of defrauding fund-raising funds.
"Second brother, Yangzi..."
Following Mr. Liu's shout, the door to the bedroom opened, and two burly men walked out.
In this kind of business, the biggest fear is that a bankrupt investor will come to him for help, so bringing two bodyguards is very helpful.
"Beat me, beat me to death!"
The two men who came out of the bedroom rushed towards Lin Yue with murderous intent and beat him up without saying a word.
Originally, he was in front and Qiao Zuwang was behind. He didn't know what happened in the middle, but his son actually ran away. His father was punched twice in the front and was beaten so hard that he couldn't resist.
"Ouch, don't fight, don't fight, it's none of my business, Mr. Liu, Lao Xu...it's really none of my business."
Mr. Liu never forgot his hatred and yelled: "You bastard, I don't want to give you a way to make money. Are you trying to persuade me to surrender? Beat me. Beat me to death."
He did not think that doing so would bring disaster to himself, because in his understanding, people such as Qiao Yicheng and Song Qingyuan had no evidence to prove that he had committed fraud, and their actions were suspected of slander. Lao Er and Yang Zi So what if you hit someone? I'll be detained for two days at most, and I'll pay some medical expenses.
However, the good times did not last long. The person who was standing by the window just now took the opportunity to run to the door, grabbed the door handle and pulled it in.
The door opened, but the person did not run away, but stepped aside.
Accompanied by rapid footsteps, five uniformed police officers rushed into the room one after another. The leader in front pointed at his dick, and Yang Zi and the other two shouted sharply: "Stop!"
"stop!"
"Don't move, don't even move!"
The raised hand stopped in mid-air, and the outstretched foot retracted.
Lao Er and Yang Zi slowly moved away. Qiao Zuwang climbed up from the ground, holding his waist. His old face was bruised several times, and the new suit he bought to meet Mr. Liu was torn.
Once the police arrived, the mood in the room changed.
Mr. Liu and Xu Funian looked puzzled. Since they didn't call the police, why did they come so quickly?
The leading police officer scanned the audience: "Liu Xinfu, who is Liu Xinfu?"
Mr. Liu said: "I am."
"We received reports from the public that you are suspected of fraud. Please cooperate with the investigation and come with us."
"Police officer, are you mistaken? We are a regular company with a business license. How can we commit fraud?"
