The Myth of Fortune Through Time

It was almost closing, and Chen Heping came back with a beautiful bag, and put the bag on the table, "Will you be on holiday?"

He didn't know how many times he knocked on the door of Room 233 today, but no one responded, and no one opened the door. It was so quiet inside that no sound could be heard.I used to think that the next door was making a fuss, but now I am eager for movement.

Jiang Guangnian frowned and said, "Impossible. I'll ask the staff."

Chen Heping stopped him, and said: "Mr. Zhao said, whoever disturbs Mr. Su will immediately freeze the account and go to other places to trade stocks. Don't go."

Jiang Guangnian was taken aback, and said, "Mr. Zhao attaches so much importance to Mr. Su? Old Cheng said that they don't have much money, and ten people share a big room."

Cheng Yishan said this more than once, Jiang Guangnian didn't take it to heart, he didn't care how much money other people had, he only cared about whether he made money or not.

"Can you believe what Old Cheng says?" Chen Heping said, "I think he's crazy."

Cheng Yishan was more excited than anyone else when he heard that he went to knock on the door next door to give gifts, so he went to knock on it if he had nothing to do.

"What should we do now?" Jiang Guangnian's eyes fell on the exquisite bag on the table, but he couldn't find anyone, and he couldn't send out the phone.

"I'll watch at the door." Chen Heping said, walked out of Room 235, stood at the door, lit a cigarette, and pretended to be smoking at the door, but his eyes were fixed on the door next door.

Until the close, the door was not opened, and no one came in or out.

It's been half an hour since the market closed, and it's still the same.

Jiang Guangnian turned off the computer and came out, looked at five or six cigarette butts on the trash can, and said, "Is it really a holiday?"

"...I will stay here tomorrow. Unless they change the sales department, there is no way they won't come." Chen Heping said a word, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he said in a broken voice, "Isn't it really changing the sales department?"

A cleaner came, opened the trash can, and took out the trash.Jiang Guangnian laughed and said, "Sister, is the big family in Room 233 on vacation again?"

The ten people didn't watch the market together, and there was no other explanation except for the holiday.

The cleaner was a middle-aged woman in her 30s, with a big face and small eyes. When Jiang Guangnian asked him, she looked around and made sure that there was no one in the passage.

Chen Heping and Jiang Guangnian exclaimed at the same time: "Change..."

The cleaner interrupted them both with a silent gesture, and said, "Be quiet."

"Where did you change it?" Jiang Guangnian asked in a low voice.

"I can't say it. The superiors told me that whoever says it will pack up the bed." The cleaner left with the garbage bag after speaking.

Change big room?Is it breaking up?Chen Heping and Jiang Guangnian were full of suspicions, thinking that they shared a large family room and had disagreements and broke up the gang. Su Xing has a total of ten people, so it is even more difficult to agree. Breaking up the gang seems to be the only explanation.

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The popularity of Shouqi sedan has risen, and it is time to ship.Today, Feng Jianjun commanded his subordinates to close the daily limit after opening the market, and then closed the list a small amount. When the buying orders flooded in, they quietly sold. After the closing, after the closing, after deducting the amount of buying on the list, they sold a net of more than 2 lots.

It is natural to start the shipment quietly, and it cannot be known by everyone.Feng Jianjun is very satisfied with the result.He stayed in the office until five o'clock before leaving. He didn't make an appointment with a girlfriend. Instead, he drove to the "Securities Journal" and parked his Bentley not far from the newspaper office.

From 05:30 to [-]:[-], it was dark, the north wind was blowing, the temperature dropped, and there were few pedestrians on the road.Xiao Qingyang never came out.

Could it be that Xiao Qingyang left when he wasn't paying attention?For a moment, he suspected that he was delusional, but he quickly shook his head, it was impossible.Xiao Qingyang is tall and tall, and his temperament stands out from the crowd. As long as he walks out of the newspaper office, he will definitely recognize him at a glance.

It was almost eight o'clock, and Xiao Qingyang was still missing.Helpless, he had no choice but to dial Xiao Qingyang's cell phone, but the ringing stopped and he didn't answer.

Don't answer my phone?Feng Jianjun was slightly angry, the screen of the mobile phone in his hand lit up, and the ringtone rang.

Xiao Qingyang called back and said, "Mr. Feng, what's the matter?"

"Have you gotten off work?"

Feng Jianjun wanted to confirm whether he was delusional, but Xiao Qingyang said without thinking, "No, I'm still working overtime."

Feng Jianjun sat up straight, clenched his phone with his right hand, and said, "Are you still working overtime?"

"That's right." Xiao Qingyang sighed through the microphone and said, "I've been working overtime recently."

It turned out that she was telling the truth when she said she had no time to eat.Feng Jianjun was thinking silently, and asked again by accident, "Have you had dinner yet?"

"No." Xiao Qingyang seemed to have lost the strength to speak.

"What do you want to eat, I'll go buy it." Feng Jianjun suddenly became energetic, even if Xiao Qingyang wanted to eat lobster, he would immediately go to a five-star hotel to order food.

At this point, only five-star hotels have lobsters.

"No need. I'll go back and eat instant noodles."

"What instant noodles are you eating! That thing is not good for your health." Feng Jianjun pulled out the car key, opened the door and walked out, saying, "Wait, I'll buy it for you now."

His Bentley was parked in front of a small shop selling pan-fried buns. Seeing that it was Bentley who dared not speak out, he secretly rolled his eyes. Suddenly, he saw a rich man in the car walking straight towards the shop. Can't help but feel guilty, did he find out?

Feng Jianjun took out his wallet, took out a hundred-yuan bill and handed it over, saying, "Four fried buns, hurry up. No need to look for it."

The shopkeeper thought he heard it wrong, and said, "You don't need to look for it?"

"Yes."

As expected of a rich man.The owner deftly fried four fried buns, packed them and handed them over.

Feng Jianjun walked into the gate of "Securities News" carrying fried buns. Xiao Qingyang was the only one in the whole office, so it was hard not to notice her.The table was covered with paper documents, and she counted and wrote with one hand and the other with a calculator.

He took away a document, put fried buns on the table, and said, "Eat it while it's hot."

Xiao Qingyang looked up in astonishment, saw that it was him, and said helplessly, "Didn't you say that? I'll just go home and eat instant noodles."

"A few fried buns are not worth anything."

Is it a matter of a few fried buns?Xiao Qingyang said: "Mr. Feng, the manuscript has been finished, please respect yourself."

"I'm single." Feng Jianjun said seriously.

"It has nothing to do with me. I already have someone I like." Xiao Qingyang said decisively, "Take the fried buns back."

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After Su Xing finished his meal, he listened to Su Jinhua talk about the decoration of the new house.Su Jinhua was very dissatisfied with the decoration company, thinking that they only wanted to cheat money, and there were many tricks.

"It doesn't matter if you spend a little more money, as long as the quality passes the test. Have they checked and accepted it?" Su Xing said.

"Why doesn't it matter? Xiao Xing, it's not easy for you to make money, so you can't be squandered by them like this." Su Jinhua was in a hurry, silly son, they slowed down the process and just wanted to cheat money, how can you say it's okay to spend more money?

I make money easily.Su Xing muttered to himself silently, and said, "Dad, the smell of paint in the new house is too strong, which is not good for your health. You don't go there."

Su Jinhua stared angrily, and said, "I love your money."

Su Xingdan said calmly, "I love your body."

"..." Su Jinhua was speechless.