Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me (The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me)

Lu Youyou whispered: "Qiaoqiao, can you really win the first-class scholarship?"

Wen Qiao made an OK gesture: "No problem."

"Zhuang Yan is very strong."

"I'm also very strong, don't panic about small things."

After leaving the teaching building, Lu Youyou asked Lin Xiang and Chunxiao: "When will you go home?"

These two people are from Hangzhou, which is also very close to Haicheng. It takes an hour to get home by train.

Lin Xiang: "I'll go back tomorrow, but we can still meet during the winter vacation. If it snows, you can come to Lingyin Temple. It's very beautiful and you can shoot ancient videos."

"Okay, let's make an appointment then."

Chunxiao: "Let's go see Brother Fan's concert together then."

Lu Youyou: "No problem."

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He Qian's brother He Cong is a well-known playboy in Haicheng. He often promotes a concept to his fair-weather friends, that is, 'wealth is always in the hands of a few people.'

He highly praised risky debts and felt that poor people did not dare to buy them, so they could not make a fortune. This kind of wealth was used to make money for rich people like them.

After drinking a lot of wine, He Cong took two beautiful young models back to his room in the club.

While he was doing some exercise, his secretary called, and he pressed it down angrily. I wonder what the hell he was doing now?

The phone call came again, with quite a perseverance.

Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore, stood up, and answered the phone: "You'd better have something urgent, or you'll be doomed."

"Master, it's not good. IM Company has been exposed to the subprime mortgage crisis, which will largely affect the batch of mini-bonds you purchased in large quantities."

The two young models came up and said, "Young Master He, keep playing."

He Cong pushed away the two women beside him: "Gungun, get out of here."

The two young models saw the sinister look on his face and quickly picked up the clothes on the ground and ran away in a panic.

He Cong gritted his teeth and said: "How can a company as big as IM be in a subprime mortgage crisis?"

"But that's what the report said. The bonds we bought turned into a pile of waste paper."

He Cong panicked: "Come here immediately, I'm in the club room."

He Cong's secretary came over soon, covered in sweat, and kept showing him waves of breaking news on the Internet, which shocked He Cong to the point of breaking out in a cold sweat.

He even misappropriated a lot of the group's funds behind his mother's back. If this money was lost, the foundation of their family business would be affected by him.

"Is there any remedy?"

The secretary kept wiping his sweat: "It's... a foregone conclusion."

He Cong kicked the secretary in the chest: "Why didn't you find out earlier?"

"Master, this wave of subprime mortgage crisis is so dangerous. We have no idea about it and there is no way to prevent it."

He Cong was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot: "Find someone to save the market, find someone to save IM. If IM has room for improvement, my losses can be compensated."

"Master, who can... can I find?"

"Fu Nanli."

"Ah? Our family doesn't have much friendship with the Fu family."

"He owns a team in Country M, and I heard that he has friendships with many wealthy people in Country M. He must be able to do something about it. Our He Qian also worked under him before, so she must still miss some of the old friendship. He will definitely be able to Help me contact the person who stopped this subprime mortgage crisis."

When Fu Nanli received the news from Fu Chuan, he and Wen Qiao were having dinner in a private room next to the Xiaotangshan hot spring pool.

Mr. Fu’s life creed: If you let my kid catch a cold or have a fever, I’ll make you lose hundreds of millions.

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