"Okay, let's talk about it next time." Zhu Yunfeng drank happily and kept chatting with Song Qian.

"Boss, how much is it?" Zhu Yunfeng shouted.

"Five hundred and sixty-eight, just give me five hundred and six."

"Okay." Zhu Yunfeng said and was about to pay.

"I'll pay the bill!" Song Qian also rushed to pay the bill.

"Hey, I don't have much money. I called you, how can I ask you to pay?" Zhu Yunfeng said.

"Besides, you did me such a big favor before and I made so much money. I should have treated you to a meal."

So Song Qian didn't refuse anymore.

After settling the bill, the driver they called earlier had arrived.

When he was about to leave, Song Qian didn't know what he thought of. He turned to the owner of the barbecue stall and said, "Boss, please move your barbecue stall about half a meter to the right. I guarantee that your business will be better." of."

The boss looked at him a little stunned.

The boss’s name is Chang Yulin, and everyone calls him Lao Changtou. His family is from outside, and they came all the way here to work. They are nothing special, but they can cook, so they opened a stall here, and the whole family It is here that he took root. Lao Changtou has two daughters and one son. Both daughters are now married, and he still has a younger son with him. The younger son is also very obedient and can do anything. Give him a hand.

The family relies on the money earned by Old Changtou from selling kebabs to survive.

So when he heard Song Qian's suggestion, his eyes suddenly lit up, and then he asked, "Young man, are you a Feng Shui master?"

He had watched a TV series before and said that no matter what they do, rich people will find people who can do fortune-telling to calculate the bad luck and whether the geomantic omen of the location is good, so their business will become more and more prosperous.

In fact, he had wanted to find someone to test it a long time ago, but it was a pity that he was short of money. His family didn't have that much spare money, and he had to save a house for his youngest son so that he could get a wife. .

In addition, he has become more and more superstitious as he gets older, and there has indeed been such an example before. People in his hometown said that Tiedaner, who grew up with him naked since childhood, has even bought the same thing this year. I have bought three houses, and it is said that I have been calculated by Feng Shui, and I have made a fortune along the way.

Song Qian was naturally too lazy to explain, so he just said yes casually, got in the car and left.

She staggered back to her home. Because she drank too much and the car was bumpy along the way, she rushed to the toilet as soon as she entered the house, hugging the toilet and kept vomiting.

Because Song Qian was busy with all that work, he hired a nanny. The nanny was a good person. When he saw Song Qian drinking like this, he immediately brought him a glass of boiled water and then patted him on the back.

"Young man, you can't drink so much. It will hurt your health."

"Thank you, Ma Li." Song Qian took it, took a sip from the water glass and smacked his lips.

"It's okay. You take a bath first and I'll make you a hangover soup. Otherwise, you will definitely feel uncomfortable when you wake up tomorrow morning."

"good."

After Song Qian finished speaking, he staggered into the bathroom. Li Ma looked behind and couldn't help but shook her head. Young people nowadays waste their bodies for the sake of their career. She took off Song Qian's clothes. The dirty clothes were found in the laundry room.

Song Qian stood in the bathroom, turned on the shower and took a shower, finally washing away the unpleasant smell from his body.

After he came out, Li Ma had also prepared the sobering soup and brought it to him.

"Drink it while it's hot? Take a nap and you'll be fine when you wake up tomorrow."

Song Qian took it and drank it all in one breath.

Then after drinking, he returned to his bedroom, fell asleep and slept dreamlessly until dawn.

He was woken up by the ringing of his cell phone, and he answered the phone in a daze, "Mr. Song, I have arrived downstairs at your house." The voice belonged to Song Qian's assistant Wang Peng.

Song Qian also used his brain to think for a while, and then remembered that he called Wang Peng yesterday and asked him to come find him today.

"Okay, I understand! I'll come down right away." After finishing speaking, Song Qian hung up the phone and then stood up suddenly. When he sat up, he still felt a little dizzy.

He hit his head several times with his hand. He drank too much yesterday. Sure enough, you can't drink like this. Drinking like this is harmful to your health!

He quickly entered the bathroom, freshened up, and tidied everything up. Then he put on his suit jacket and went downstairs.

"Xiao Song, do you want to have breakfast?" Li's mother had just brought out the finished breakfast, and then she saw Song Qian's hurried back.

"I won't eat, it's too late." But when he passed by the dining table, he took a croissant from the table and put it in his mouth.

Li Ma was still holding the dinner plate, and then looked at the big table she had made, and sighed earlier, if she had known he would not make so much.

After Song Qian got in the car, he said to Wang Peng: "Let's go to Guoying Building!"

"Okay!" Wang Peng asked Song Qian while driving: "Mr. Li, I think you are not in good spirits today. Did you not get any rest?"

"Oh, no, I drank too much wine last night, but now my head is still a little uncomfortable." Song Qian frowned and said, then he closed his eyes and rested his head on the back of the car.

Seeing that his boss looked very tired, Wang Peng stopped talking. After adjusting the temperature in the car to a suitable degree, he also adjusted the sound of the music to pure music, and the sound was also played. Lower.

Wang Peng feels that he is indeed the most considerate assistant in the world.

After arriving at Guoying Building, Song Qian went straight to the financial investment center on the third floor of Guoying Building.

After he went up, he saw the front desk directly opposite.

He walked to the front desk, and the service staff at the front desk stood up immediately when he saw him. The service quality was very good.

"I'm looking for Sun Haomin, General Manager Sun."

"Do you have an appointment?" the front desk clerk looked at Song Qian and asked.

"No, but you can tell Mr. Sun that I want to do external commodity futures and the deposit is no less than 1 million yuan."

When the front desk staff heard that Song Qian was here to do business and said that the deposit was no less than 1 million yuan, he was stunned. Oh my God, this is too much.
Chapter completed!