Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me

Chapter 50, 3.2 billion dollars and the football team

Wen Qiao:...

Aren't they all for He Qian's sake? Sure enough, you shouldn't be too caressed about being a human being, and he was immediately retributed.

"I'm not familiar with the place in life, so I'm a little... sticky... ah..."

Before he finished speaking, the man had been forcibly pulled into the room, and Wen Qiao's cry was a bit sad.

Only found after entering the hallway.

She was fooled.

This is a large suite with a living room and two bedrooms. It is not a room with only one bed at all.

She glanced at Fu Nanli sadly. Fu Nanli took off the captain's cap from her head and placed it on the glazed platform in the hallway, reaching out to unbutton her shirt, with an imperceptible smile on her mouth.

Wen Qiao is angry, deceiving, what a bad taste.

She was about to talk to the man, and Fu Nanli took out her cell phone and started talking on the phone. He moved the receiver a little and said to her, "There is something to deal with, you should take a break."

She was sitting on the sofa and the man was standing in front of the French windows.

Speaking in English throughout, Wen Qiao vaguely heard words like football, team, and so on.

Their room was on the 32nd floor, and a full-length floor-to-ceiling window was the night view of Munich. The lights were projected on the windows. The man's captain's uniform further reflected his wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs.

After talking on the phone for half an hour, he came over with a plain tone: "Bought a team."

Wen Qiao is drinking water: "What team?"

"The rugby team, named after you, will be called Qiao in the future..."

Wen Qiao's pupils trembled: "More...how much?"

"Three and two billion..."

Wen Qiao's hands were shaking.

"Dollar."

Wen Qiao couldn't stop his hands shaking.

This tone is exactly the same as when she went to the supermarket to buy a big watermelon for 32 yuan.

"How can I? Use my name to name a team, or..."

The doorbell rang and the food delivery came, but Wen Qiao couldn't continue.

The better Fu Nanli treats her, the more guilt she feels.

I remembered what Uncle Li said.

Everyone counts him.

Everyone wants to replace it.

Crisis surrounds him. He is like a lonely person, standing in the center of the vortex of money and power. The closest girl next to him is talking about deceiving him.

My heart aches.

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The Wen family and Wen Jianmin have been on fire for two days, and Zhong Hui naturally took this opportunity to fall into trouble.

Wen Jianmin pressed his temple, angrily and helplessly: "Tomorrow I will ask Finance to send the money to her."

The hearts of Zhong Hui and Xu Lu sank together.

With so many of them, they couldn't even deal with a Wen Qiao. This battle was completely defeated.

Zhong Hui was unwilling to say: "Jianmin, you really want to give money, can you just let that girl take what you want? And if she tastes the sweetness, she will push her nose on her face later, and continue to ask you for money, what should I do? ?"

Wen Jianmin gritted his teeth and said: "That girl is crazy. If she really sends the court summons to my client, my business will be greatly affected, and she can't let her make trouble."

"Then you have to ask her to sign a document, and the two will be cleaned up in the future. Otherwise, if she gets addicted to knocking, she will knock a fortune from time to time. Who can kill her?"

Wen Jianmin was furious: "Of course, the rest of the lunatics will have nothing to do with me at all."

Xu Lu smiled, and it was good to buy out two million.

Wen Qiao's relationship with the upper class was completely broken.

With her two million in mind, she will live in peace in the world of the poor and will never disturb them again.

(End of this chapter)