Become the richest man from picking up junk

Chapter 17 Rich Man Zhao Yijun

He Bin on the other side of the phone is about to explode, do you really think he is a vegetarian?
"Shen, wait for me! If you have money, you have to spend your life! Even if I die, I will drag you to be buried with me!"

He Bin has already figured everything out.

Then find someone to tie Shen Jian here, coerce and lure him to see a doctor for him, kill him directly after heals himself, and throw his body into the wilderness!

In a blink of an eye, it was the next morning.

Originally, Liu Yuqi invited Shen Jian to continue acting as a substitute, but Shen Jian refused.

Although this matter is quite interesting, after all, it earns too little.

Shen Jian simply tidied up, then picked up the sack and started a new day of picking up trash.

The target is still the nearby business district.

"Drip, recycle five mineral water bottles, reward 50 yuan in cash."

"Drip, recycle four watermelon rinds, and reward you with 20 yuan in cash."

"Drip, take back a high-end necklace, and reward 5000 yuan in cash."

After working for more than an hour, Shen Jian suddenly received a strange call.

"Mr. Shen Jian?"

A cold voice came from the phone.

"Well, it's me."

"I'm Mr. Zhao Yijun's subordinate, do you have time now?"

Hearing this, Shen Jian was overjoyed, the Sioux city tycoon finally called, and he was about to thank the flowers he had been waiting for.

If you can get in touch with him, let alone the one billion discussed with He Bin last night, even two billion is just a matter of minutes!
"Have."

"Where are you, I will send someone to pick you up."

"Don't worry, I'll just go there by myself."

"Sorry, this is not in line with our boss's order, just let me pick you up."

Shen Jian was taken aback, but it wasn't necessary to see a doctor, right?

"Well, let's meet at Kanghe Homeland."

"Okay, I'll be there in about half an hour."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Jian couldn't hold back the joy in his heart, and burst out laughing.

It seems that my villa dream can be realized a little earlier!

"I'll go, is this man crazy about picking up trash?"

"Keep away from him, he is probably sick, don't get infected."

Seeing the reactions of the people around him, Shen Jian realized that he had lost his composure, coughed lightly and drove back to Kanghe's home.

Within 10 minutes, a Bentley stopped in front of Kang He's home.

A man in black got out of the car and walked straight towards Shen Jian.

"You are Mr. Shen, right?"

"Well, it's me."

Shen Jian was a little surprised by this, there were quite a few people at the door, how could he tell at a glance that he was Shen Jian?

"Let's go, the boss is still waiting over there."

"Ah."

After speaking, Shen Jian followed him into the car.

It didn't take long to reach the destination, Yuxi Manor.

The house price of Yuxi Manor ranks first in Sioux City.

The area of ​​each single-family manor is above [-] square meters, and the house price is surprisingly expensive.

Without more than one billion, I'm afraid the house won't come down!
The car stopped at the gate of the manor, and there were more than ten bodyguards standing inside the gate.

"Sorry sir, we need to search you first."

Shen Jian expressed his understanding.

The richer people are, the more they are afraid of death. It's not that they don't respect him, but it's just a precautionary measure.

After searching, the man in black led Shen Jian in.

"Mr. Shen, I hope you will bury everything that happened here today in your heart."

"Don't worry about this. As a doctor, I will never disclose any information about the patient."

Shen Jian knew very well in his heart that if the outside world knew that Zhao Yijun, No. 10 of China's richest man, was terminally ill, there would probably be a lot of trouble.

Walked to the entrance of the main hall, rang the doorbell, and it took about ten seconds before it opened.

After entering, Shen Jian was shocked!

There are more than 20 bodyguards in the house, guarding different doors and windows respectively.

How afraid of death is this?
"Mr. Shen, take a rest here now. I'll let you know if there is tea on the table."

After speaking, the man in black turned and left.

At the same time, all the bodyguards focused on Shen Jian.

Although it was very uncomfortable, Shen Jian endured it for the sake of money.

Looking around, Shen Jian found that this place is simply too big.

The living room alone is bigger than Shen Jian's rented house in Kanghe's home!

The overall decoration is also magnificent, but what really attracts Shen Jian is the coffee table in front of the sofa.

The entire Tianyu countertop has no impurities or cracks.

As big as this, at least several hundred million, right?

Shen Jian was envious and bitter, rich people are good.

Not long after, a woman came over.

"Hi, Mr. Shen, I'm Mr. Zhao's secretary Lin Mengqi, please follow me."

Looking at the woman, Shen Jian lost his composure, his eyes straightened!

This is too pretty, isn't it?
Tall, with a light body, dignified and elegant in words and deeds.

Whether it should be said or not, Zhao Yijun will enjoy it.

"Mr. Shen, please follow me."

Sensing Shen Jian's staring eyes, Lin Mengqi was displeased, but she didn't show it.

Lin Mengqi took Shen Jian into the elevator and went straight to the top floor.

When entering Zhao Yijun's room, fingerprints and irises were also verified.

It has to be said that in terms of security measures, Zhao Yijun has achieved the ultimate.

The door opened, and Shen Jian followed Lin Mengqi in.

The decor in the room is very different from the outside.

There are all kinds of luxurious decorations outside, but in this room, there is just a table and a sofa.

The one sitting in front of the computer desk should be Zhao Yijun.

It looks like he should be in his 40s, but his complexion is so bad that even ordinary people would know that he has a few days to live when they see him.

"Mr. Shen?"

Zhao Yijun raised his head and was slightly taken aback when he saw Shen Jian.

In his eyes, Shen Jian should be an image of an old Chinese medicine doctor with a sense of demeanor, but there is a brat here?

For a moment, Zhao Yijun became angry and felt that Fu Ming was lying to him.

"Mr. Zhao, you know your situation yourself. The lungs and spleen are exhausted due to rotten flesh, and the viscera are deficient. Since time is running out, why are you concentrating on your work?"

Shen Jian also knew that Zhao Yijun didn't believe him, so he simply told what he saw to show his strength.

"Ok?"

Zhao Yijun's face changed slightly, and he glanced at Lin Mengqi.

Lin Mengqi shook her head.

As his personal secretary, how could she not know what Zhao Yijun was thinking?
Seeing this, Zhao Yijun's hands trembled slightly, "Okay, you three go out first, I'll talk to Mr. Shen."

three?

Shen Jian turned his head and saw two men in black appeared behind him.

"Yes."

In response, the three left.

Shen Jian was a little surprised. After the system upgrade, his efficiency in receiving external information has surpassed ordinary people.

But just now, I didn't feel the existence of those two people at all!

If he had come to assassinate Zhao Yijun, he might have died on the spot!
"Mr. Shen, sit down, let's have a good chat."

"If I bumped into Mr. Shen just now, please forgive me."

"Mr. Zhao, you're being polite. It's better to be careful when you go out. After all, it's reasonable for me to be young."

Zhao Yijun nodded with a smile, but became extremely serious in the next second.

(End of this chapter)