Quick Travel: A max-level boss, chase your husband online

"Ding bell~"

Very suddenly, the phone rang in the quiet room.

Sang Qingjiu lowered his eyes, raised the corners of his lips and raised his hand to pick it up, "Hello?"

"Sister~"

Zhong Rong chuckled and said, "The school gave me a week's vacation."

"Then you go home and wait for me."

As he said that, Sang Qingjiu glanced at the person opposite him, "I'm talking to a friend outside about something and I'll be home in an hour."

"it is good."

Zhong Rong agreed obediently.

After hanging up the phone, Sang Qingjiu nodded to the other party, "Sorry, my little boyfriend at home is a bit clingy. Let's continue."

The person sitting opposite her was none other than Shang Yi, the boss of SDIC.

Forty eight.

He looks like a gentle and handsome man.

But when he smiled, the words "shrewd calculation" were revealed in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. He was an old fox who was always digging holes for others.

"Young people, it's always hard to let go when you're passionately in love."

Shang Yi smiled lightly.

The reason why he came to see Sang Qingjiu today is quite simple——

For the opponent's investment strength in that battle, Fengshen.

Trillions of funds!

All of a sudden you have money in your pocket.

The day Shang Yi got the news, he almost burst out laughing.

What's more, SDIC itself invested a sum of money in Sang Qingjiu.

Speaking of this, Shang Yi still feels a little regretful.

If I had known that Sang Qingjiu could make money so much, he should have given all the money to her if he was so reserved and so tentative!

I don’t know how much more I can earn back!

Although he was making a lot of money now, but... just thinking about making more, he was inevitably a little unsatisfied.

While thinking about it, Shang Yi asked again, "I wonder what Miss Sang thinks of my proposal just now?"

"Mr. Shang, why should you be anxious?"

Sang Qingjiu waved his hand slightly, "If you want to invest money in my private equity fund, I'm very welcome."

Why doesn't Sang Qingjiu know Shang Yi's thoughts?

I just want to lend her a hand and make money with money.

"But the amount you just mentioned is too large. The international financial market cannot withstand another major earthquake in the short term."

Sang Qingjiu said in a deep voice: "But Mr. Shang, you can rest assured that if I really have any big trouble, I will definitely need the help of the state."

It’s not that she doesn’t want to help the country make money.

Currently the market does not allow it!

You have already made trillions and left, and you want to do it again.

A country that is forced to lose money should not put her on the black list. If she makes a fuss and drags her country into trouble, then the gain will outweigh the loss.

Shang Yi thought the same thing.

It's just that this huge success went to his head and made him a little drifting.

"Hey~"

He couldn't help but sigh softly, "I usually procrastinate in everything I do. Why did they respond so quickly to save the market this time?"

As long as each country's rescue measures were released two days later, they would have earned tens of billions more.

Pity!

Such good timing!

"After that, Miss Lauzon will have to worry about it."

Shang Yi said, then he took out his mobile phone, added Sang Qingjiu's friend, and then pulled her into a group.

"This is?"

Sang Qing's nine eyebrows were raised slightly, with some doubts.

"Your phone's defense level is very high, so I don't have to ask someone to reset your firewall."

After all, since Sang Qingjiu became famous, countless people, including them, have been inquiring about Sang Qingjiu's information, and many hackers have tried to invade Sang Qingjiu's various devices.

The result is--

no result!

None succeeded.

So Shang Yi is still very relieved about her.

As he spoke, he explained: "This is a group of national financial policy think tanks. I am looking forward to your performance."

There are big names in the domestic financial industry.

There are legal masters.

There are renowned practitioners and sharp-sighted finance professors.

There are only twenty people in the group, and the average age is over forty-five. All information needs to be printed out on a thick stack of paper.

In recent years, most domestic financial-related policies have come from their brains.

Sang Qingjiu is the youngest.

Even though she knew that her superiors valued her very much, Sang Qingjiu didn't expect that she would rise to the top in one fell swoop.

"Mr. Shang, are you serious?"

Sang Qingjiu asked hesitantly.

Shang Yi shook his head lightly, "That's not what I meant, it was what they meant."

"They have all read your thesis, and they feel deeply and have learned a lot. They have unanimously decided to bring you into the group and hope that you can become the next successor."

To be honest, Shang Yi did not expect that the people in the think tank would be so optimistic about Sang Qingjiu.

After all, she is still so young.

She is only twenty-two!

Sure enough, geniuses take unconventional paths.

"Quite interesting."

Sang Qingjiu lowered his eyes at the few "welcome" messages in the group and chuckled, "They are quite open-minded."

I don’t think that young people should be in the limelight, or that they are young and careless, and they are not stable.

Instead, he gave her the treatment she deserved.

This is very good.

Shang Yi found her words quite interesting.

It seems that she does not feel that she is not worthy, but that the seniors in the think tank are reasonable.

However, Shang Yi naturally would not say this out loud. He drank a glass of wine with Sang Qingjiu Qian, and seeing that it was getting late, they dispersed.

The next day he transferred a large amount of funds to Fuyao Private Equity.

Sang Qingjiu returned home smelling slightly of alcohol.

"Sister, you are back~"

As soon as the door opened, Zhong Rong, who was sitting on the sofa, looked towards her.

He had taken a shower and was sitting on the sofa in his pajamas watching TV. Under his curly hair, a pair of clear eyes were shining.

She was smiling happily, and even her voice was full of joy.

"Wait for a long time?"

Sang Qingjiu asked as he changed his shoes and walked over.

"Soon, you can wait as long as you want, sister."

Zhong Rong smiled and waited until someone came closer to smell the alcohol on her body. He couldn't help but frown slightly, "Sister, have you drank?"

"Don't worry, you're not drunk."

Sang Qingjiu gently lifted his chin and kissed him on the lips, "My dear, your mouth is so sweet."

"It smells like lipstick."

"No, it smells like baby."

Zhong Rong looked ashamed and asked, "Who did sister go to see today? Are you still drinking?"

"Meet a senior official from Guotou."

Sang Qingjiu sat next to him and lay lazily in his arms. Her palms slipped into his pajamas and touched his tight skin tightly.

Zhong Rong pursed his lips slightly and his eyes moved slightly.

"Speaking of which, why did the school suddenly give you a holiday?"

"Well~ sister, don't pinch..."

When Zhong Rong opened his mouth, he couldn't help but groan first, and then went on to tell Sang Qingjiu what happened in the counselor's office just now.

"Sister, you guessed it right. The instructor really wants me to be private."

"I agreed and said that there might be too many entertainment reporters in school recently, so the instructor gave me a week off."

Hearing this, Sang Qingjiu chuckled.

She touched Zhong Rong's long and slender hand with clear joints, raised it, and looked at the bright light in the living room, "It's good for you to keep it private."