With the purchasing system in hand, he is worshipped as a god by international students

Jiang Chengwei had been in the sun for too long and felt a little dizzy. After drinking the Huoxiang Zhengqi water given by Hai Meizi, he fell asleep immediately.

I slept until the summer evening.

Jiang Chengwei was awakened by hunger.

He hadn't eaten during the day and had vomited again, so his legs were shaking as he went downstairs.

I smelled the seafood and came to the restaurant on the first floor. Looking at the table full of seafood, I shed tears of hunger.

When Qiu Ling came out with the pot, she happened to see Jiang Chengwei crying.

"Wow, even though I made you an extra pot of seafood porridge tonight, you don't have to cry like this, right?"

"I'm hungry. So hungry!" Jiang Chengwei couldn't control himself.

Qiu Ling took a small bowl and served him a bowl of seafood porridge. "It's a little hot. Eat slowly."

Jiang Chengwei nodded on the surface, but actually scooped spoonfuls of seafood porridge into his mouth.

hot?

nonexistent.

He was afraid that if he was a step slower he would starve to death.

"Smells, it smells so good!"

Jiang Chengwei ate and cried at the same time.

The seafood on the dinner table was all bought by Qiu Ling from fishermen.

The shrimps and fish were tender and fresh, and the three of them ate until their bellies were full!

It’s so nice not to have to wash dishes after dinner.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, most residents in the town were asleep. There were no street lights in many places outside, and it was pitch black.

There were only two guests, Qiu Ling and Jiang Chengwei, living in the yellow building, and they couldn't even find enough people to play mahjong.

"Ms. Qiu, what is my job tomorrow?"

There are no office buildings, gardens or shopping malls here. Jiang Chengwei really can't see any property worth investing in, so he is confused.

Qiu Ling came to the balcony with a cup of water. It must be said that the night sea breeze was cool and salty, like a soft palm brushing across her face. She pointed casually and said, "What do you think of me building a big house in that area?"

Looking in the direction she pointed, I could see a flickering lighthouse not far away, the deep blue water slowly surging, and the bright moon reflected on the sea.

Jiang Chengwei bit his lip and told the truth: "This place is too remote, the infrastructure is not perfect, and even the hospital is small and shabby.

All the young men and women in the town are trying their best to leave. Only the elderly and children are left in the town. There is no young labor force. Even the schools are only elementary and junior high schools. The educational resources and teachers are not good, and there is no school district housing.

There is also the transportation here. Such a big town has only one bus line. Even if the cross-sea bridge is built and many tourists are attracted, if the town does not have strict management and matching maintenance capabilities, it will not be able to retain customers. "

Qiu Ling nodded. "Even if you are talking about the shortcomings, what do you think are the advantages?"

Jiang Chengwei blurted out, "Beautiful, this place is beautiful! Peaceful and tranquil, suitable for a slow life and a vacation. If someone can come here to develop and build infrastructure, the housing prices in this area will definitely... soar."

As he finished speaking, an idea flashed through his mind.

No way? No way!

Could it be that Miss Qiu knows some inside information?

That must be the case! Otherwise, why would you travel all the way to this small fishing village where there is no road?

He asked Zhang Tieniu today, and he hadn't heard that any developers had come to the town.

Even before the developer entered the market, Miss Qiu already knew the inside story! My god, her background is really unfathomable!

Jiang Chengwei's facial expression was sometimes shocked and sometimes enlightened.

Qiu Ling didn't know what he was thinking about. She raised her hand and waved it in front of him, "Come back to your senses. Go to the town office tomorrow and ask about the conditions for buying a house."

Jiang Chengwei nodded dully and asked without thinking: "What about you?"

"Me? Of course I'm here for tourism." Qiu Ling laughed. "I'm sleepy. Go back to your room. Get up early tomorrow. Don't forget what I told you."

Jiang Chengwei didn't know how he walked out of the room.

After returning to his room, he tossed and turned all night and couldn't sleep, all because he slept too much during the day.

-

Quanhu Group Headquarters.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk."

"Enter."

A tall man in a suit pushed open the black and gold-rimmed double doors of the president's office and walked into the nearly 200-square-meter office.

Lang Qihua, the current president of Quanhu Group, had just finished a conference call and when he looked up he found that it was already dark.

The assistant took the food box brought by the nanny and walked to the guest lounge area, "Boss Lang, it's time to eat."

Lang Qihua turned his sore and stiff neck, unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt collar, and let out a long breath.

Dinner was a very light meal, but Lang Qihua ate it with gusto.

The assistant stood at one side and said, "Mr. Lang, there are no more trips to go. Do you want me to arrange a car for you?"

"Arrange it." Lang Qihua said without raising his head.

While eating, he found a drawer full of letters on the corner of the table. Thinking that he finished work early today, he picked up a few letters and opened them to read.

There was one letter that seemed more and more wrong the more he read it!

"Xiao Cheng, come in for a moment."

After calling a taxi, Assistant Cheng was doing the finishing work when he suddenly heard the boss calling him. He sighed and got up and went to the president's office.

As soon as I entered the door, I was greeted by Lang Qihua's blunt questioning, "Go and find out who wrote this letter?"

Assistant Cheng glanced at the mailbox on the table in the lounge area. It was the employee mailbox added after Lang Qihua succeeded as president, also known as the internal reporting fast track.

Whenever Lang Qihua has time, he will randomly check the letters. If he encounters real situations, he will personally come forward to resolve them. Therefore, he is very popular among grassroots employees.

The staff mailbox is full again this issue.

Assistant Cheng stepped forward to take the letter. He knew that Lang Qihua was a person who pursued efficiency, so he called HR on the spot.

Not long after, he hung up the phone with a strange look on his face, "Mr. Lang, this is a non-existent employee number." At the end, he added: "It may be someone's prank."

He didn't read the letter and didn't know what was in it, so he could only guess based on his experience.

Lang Qihua held up his forehead and said, "This is definitely not a prank... Read the letter first."

Only after receiving the instructions did Assistant Cheng unfold the letter.

The more he read the letter, the more frightened he became.

"Boss Lang, this...if this is true, we at Quanhu may be able to defeat our biggest competitor!" He smiled excitedly at first, then thought about it carefully and found it incredible, "But how did the other party know to send the letter to us?"

Lang Qihua narrowed his eyes and said, "Our employee mailboxes can be found on the forum.

Anyone who has studied the real estate industry is aware of the conflicts between us and Guanghui Real Estate.

The key point is how did the person who wrote the letter know that the legal representative of your company that sells toxic paint is the brother-in-law of a senior executive of Guanghui?

The most important thing is the list of officials shown in the letter! They are not easy to deal with. "

Assistant Cheng frowned, "The other party has such obvious evidence but chooses not to attack Guanghui directly, but to go through us, Quanhu, and wants to kill someone with a borrowed knife.

I don't understand, the sender can get such a core list of people, he must have some ability, why does he use us as a gun?"

Lang Qihua sneered, "Perhaps he can't do it directly, or maybe all this is the other party's conspiracy." He looked up at Assistant Cheng, "Go check and see if there are any reports about toxic paint on the Internet."

"Yes!"