The top academic boss dresses as the villain Green Tea

"Sister Qingqing, do you know these people?" He Lingling walked over and asked.

"Why don't you know me? Didn't this Mr. Shen's small leather factory close down some time ago? I was still thinking today why you came to the capital. It turns out you came to join relatives."

Wei Jun was awakened by He Qingqing's words, pointed at Kong Bei's nose and yelled: "Okay, what I said, you actually left this house to your relatives."

Kong Bei's expression changed as she thought about how to proceed with what her boss had told her at this moment.

In Wei Jun's opinion, this reaction was more like someone revealing something in his heart, so he decided that Kong Bei had used some underhanded tactics to get the general manager to side with her.

"It's really shameless!"

Father Shen was confused by the chaotic scene in front of him. He scratched the top of his head. Was it because he had Alzheimer's disease? He didn't seem to have any relatives in the capital.If there was someone who was doing well in the capital, the news would have spread among the seven aunts and eight aunts, so there was no reason for him not to know about it, right?

"We are not related to this lady. Did you misunderstand something?"

"Pretend, keep pretending, this woman doesn't want to sell her house to us, but as soon as we see you, you will come over diligently. Isn't the house on the last 15 floors reserved for you, or is it reserved for someone else?"

The more He Qingqing talked, the angrier she became. A bad manager dared not give them face, so she would let these people peel off their skin!

Shen Xingge's eyes swept over everyone in front of him without leaving a trace. Her father would not lie to make an old woman like He Qingqing so angry. It seemed that she had indeed failed to get a good house.

That house might indeed have been left to him by this beautiful woman, but he and this beautiful woman were not related to each other... Shen Xingge had an idea.

"Hello, is this a house that my friend asked you to leave for me?"

She's here, she's here, she's here with her "friends".

Song Meng has become accustomed to her boss sister's "making things out of nothing".

When Kong Bei heard someone answer the call, she quickly responded: "Yes, our boss has ordered us to set aside a house for you."

"Then take us to see the house."

"Okay, this way please."

"Wait!" Wei Jun stopped him, "What boss, don't give me riddles here, you are fooling me, you must explain this matter to me clearly today!"

Kong Bei held the folder in her hand and wanted to slap it on the head of the person in front of her.

"Manager Wei, I will explain this to you. This order will not be counted as my performance."

"What do you mean it's not yours! This is my performance!"

"Enough!" shouted angrily, and the elevator door in the lobby opened, and a fat man as plump as Maitreya Buddha walked out of the elevator.

"General manager...."

He Chao glanced coldly at Wei Jun, who was already blushing and thick-necked, and then walked directly past everyone and walked to Shen Xingge.

"Our boss reserved this house for you a few days ago. Follow Manager Kong to see the model room first. When it is delivered, it will be delivered according to this standard."

Shen Xingge nodded.

He took the phone and turned it on as if nothing had happened: "There is still industry in the capital, which is very good."

Xie Jinchen happened to get off the plane. After seeing the news, he smiled warmly, "Well, let's see if you like it first."

"I trust your vision."

Kong Bei beside him tried his best to introduce the advantages and disadvantages of the real estate without daring to be vague.

Father Shen was satisfied with the house, "What is the approximate price range?"

"Don't worry, our boss has explained that if you buy it, you will get a [-]% discount."

Father Shen glanced at Shen Xingge who was sitting on the sofa and was still playing with his mobile phone. He knew all the friends his daughter had. Buying a house was not buying clothes. The [-]% discount on a house was worth dozens of dollars. Thousands.

"Xingge, what do you think?"

Shen Xingge raised his profile slightly: "I think it's pretty good."

How could you not accept Xie Meiren’s kindness?

While Shen Xingge was discussing the contract, He Lingling and He Qingqing directly rejected the consideration of other floors and left angrily with their bags.

He Qingqing cursed as he walked: "Song Qing got some shitty luck."

"Shut up!" He Lingling looked at the group of people not far away. Didn't he just have a bad plan?She wanted to see what kind of person this Yunjiang Port boss was, he didn't even give him face.