The actor who turned black and overlord is sweet and flirtatious

In the private and luxurious box, several men in suits and leather shoes were talking with their legs crossed.

"Shhh, you'll have to take care of me for a while, those masters in it are all real celebrities, they're different from those nouveau riche."

The manager reminded the waiters in a low voice.

"They are all rich people, what's the difference?" A new waiter couldn't help but argue.

"You don't understand this, do you? They are rich, and they are divided into three or six grades. Some rich and famous families have been in business for several generations, and they look down on the nouveau riche from the bottom of their hearts. , they are not of the same class."

"Okay." The newcomer stuck out his tongue, and stood cautiously at the door, waiting for orders at any time.

"Jiang Mo is really lucky. After he bought that piece of land, the price increased tenfold, and he made a net profit of 10 billion US dollars!"

"I heard that when Jiang Mo returned to China this time, he was eyeing the cake of domestic real estate!"

Listening to everyone's discussion, Mr. Liu smiled gracefully while holding his wine glass, "Have you heard about Jiang Mo's life experience?"

"Oh? Let's hear it?" The others leaned in front of Mr. Liu, as if listening to a good show.

Mr. Liu said in a low voice: "Jiang Mo went to the United States four years ago. Before that, he was a single-parent family in China, and his father was the housekeeper of a rich family. I checked and found out that the father and son didn't even have their own real estate. Food and lodging are all in the employer’s house.”

"What?" Everyone seemed to have heard shocking news, "Isn't Jiang Mo the second generation rich? I guessed that his background is very strong."

Mr. Liu shook his head and said, "So in this negotiation, we must be on guard against him. This kind of person who climbed up from the bottom will do whatever it takes to benefit."

"Tsk tsk tsk, you are right, even if a beggar wears the prince's clothes, he is still a beggar."

A black Bugatti stopped at the entrance of the hotel, and a well-trained waiter hurried over to open the door for the customer.

The man who came out of the car was talking on the phone, his eyebrows raised impatiently, a cigarette was held in his right hand, and he was wearing a silver-gray suit with a hint of ruffianism.

"Okay, let's talk about it tonight."

After Jiang Mo hung up the phone, he threw the phone to the assistant, "You can handle the call for me later."

"it is good."

The high-end custom-made leather shoes made a crisp sound on the marble floor. Jiang Mo put his left hand in his pocket and swung the cigarette in his right hand at random. His two slender legs were strong and strong, and his alienated and indifferent expression made people afraid to approach.

Looking from a distance, one can tell that this person's temper is not very good.

After boarding the elevator, the assistant reminded in a low voice: "Boss Liu and the others are old foxes. Let's be careful when negotiating later."

"Hmm." Jiang Mo folded his arms with one arm, lazily leaning against the elevator wall, thinking about something thoughtfully.

"By the way, Mr. Jiang, what should we do with Liang Zi and his gang?"

The assistant looked at Jiang Mo with a hint of hostility, and knew that the two were in danger.

Jiang Mo squinted his eyes and exhaled smoke rings, "What to do with it, what to do with it."

The attendant shook his fingers when he heard this, "Hi, we're on the 10th floor."

Walking into the box, others have been waiting for a long time.

After a few formulaic greetings, Jiang Mo sat beside Mr. Liu, his long legs crossed leisurely, with a relaxed expression on his face.

After several old foxes looked at each other, they began to act according to the plan.

"Mr. Jiang, you are really young, promising, and talented! In just a few years, you have become famous in our industry!"

Hearing the extremely hypocritical words in his ears, Jiang Mo chuckled with a cigarette in his mouth, "Mr. Zhang is over the top. I'm afraid that the reasons for my reputation in the industry are all negative."

It turned out that before Jiang Mo returned to China, rumors had been spread by people with a heart, saying that his methods were cruel and his relatives would not recognize him, and the end of cooperating with him was very tragic.

As for who spread it, it goes without saying.

"Mr. Jiang, you are a smart person. We met this time mainly to discuss the Haicheng Development Zone with you. At the last auction, you spent 50 billion to buy the land in Haicheng. Now we want to discuss with you You discuss whether you can sell it to us for 60 billion."

Mr. Liu spoke softly and seemed extremely sincere.

Jiang Mo narrowed his eyes, and said three words lightly, "100 billion."

"What? Are you crazy?" Mr. Zhao was the first to jump out, and he growled: "The price has doubled, do you really think there is gold underground in Haicheng?"

Jiang Mo sneered, and asked back: "Why do you spend an extra billion to buy it from me without gold?"

Mr. Liu pressed Mr. Zhao's shoulder and said with a smile: "We joined forces to buy the land in Haicheng because we can get the development right to develop the scenic spot. You just returned to China, and many relationships are not in place. This land is in your hands Li, I'm afraid it's useless, right?"

Jiang Mo raised his eyebrows, took a sip of red wine, and asked lightly, "Are you looking at the development zone, or the golden route in the future?"

Hearing the words "Golden Route", the eyes of several people immediately widened.

"How did you know?"

Jiang Mo casually flicked the dust off his suit, and said flatly, "Of course there is a way, and only you guys are allowed to know this news?"

Seeing the different expressions of the others, Jiang Mo got up and said with a smile, "I don't have many friends just after returning to China, and today's meeting is also due to fate, so I invite you to this meal."

After that, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he left with his assistant.

"Bah! Give him back the treat! Isn't it just a street rogue who suddenly turned around? Who are you pretending to be here with!"

Mr. Liu took a deep breath, squinted his eyes and said, "We will have a hard time in the future."

"A group of old foxes have lived for so long in vain."

The assistant showed a mocking expression, followed Jiang Mo and said, "These guys are hundreds of years old. Is it just such a trick?"

Jiang Mo lazily got into the car and said in a low voice, "We can't take it lightly. After all, our foundation in China is not yet stable."

The assistant repeatedly said yes, and asked curiously: "Mr. Jiang, we have developed so well abroad, why do we suddenly want to go back to China?"

Jiang Mo had always disliked being asked about his personal affairs, so he frowned, with a trace of displeasure flashing across his face.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang, I'm talking too much." The assistant realized that he had made a slip of the tongue and quickly apologized.

Jiang Mo looked out the window coldly, and took out his wallet, only to see a photo in front of him.

The boy in the photo looks seventeen or eighteen years old, with bright eyes and white teeth, like stars, he smiles innocently, his eyes are full of happiness and hope.

"If you take it from me, you have to return it to me with interest!"

Jiang Mo closed the wallet, clenched it tightly with his big hands, and made a creaking sound. The originally dark pupils also showed a faint trace of resentment because of the deep anger.