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Wen Cha didn't know much about investment, so even if he knew early on that buying silver overseas could make a lot of money and make Qi Junhao turn around, he didn't have any intentions. He just revealed it to his brother and Qi Xiuzhu a little bit.As a result, both of them lacked interest, and both felt that such a virtual bubble was too unrealistic, so forget it.

[Don't cry, if you lose money, sell it quickly, and stop the loss in time. ] Warm tea comforts Zheng Mingzhong.

Zheng Mingzhong gave another weeping voice: [Brother, do you know the sunk cost?Do you know the psychology of gamblers?I'm not reconciled ah woo woo woo]

Wen Cha's good voice lasted less than a quarter of an hour and immediately turned his face: [Whatever you want, Dad will always keep a pair of underpants for you to prevent you from running wild]

Zheng Mingzhong was "typing" for a long time, and finally made up his mind to send it: [Brother, I believe you]

Wen Cha leisurely replied: [Trust me, I am not responsible]

Zheng Mingzhong sent a series of ellipsis, and he was typing something.But this time warm tea rubbed his nose while waiting for a reply.Qi Xiuzhu beside him turned over and pulled him into his arms, Wen Cha looked up at him in surprise, Qi Xiuzhu's eyes were still closed, it was just a subconscious movement.Wen Cha frowned in confusion, and whispered to him, "You're blocking me from playing with my phone."

Qi Xiuzhu's eyelashes quietly cast shadows on his face.

Since he was a sick patient, Wen Cha was not willing to kick him, so he gave him a non-threatening look, put down the phone angrily, closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep.

Some families were happy and some were sad, but in the same long night, some people were so angry that they couldn't sleep.

"I still say the same thing, you have already invested a lot, and we are not sure whether silver will rise back after it has fallen." The opposite side spoke a bunch of English.

Qi Junhao's brows became more impatient, and there was a look of contempt on his face: "Do you still remember the last time you advised me not to buy any more, and I insisted on myself, but the price of silver went up again, fortunately, didn't I miss it?"

The other party took a deep breath: "Yes, I admit that I made a mistake in my judgment last time, but this time is different. You have earned enough, and silver is already falling..."

Qi Junhao retorted, with frost in his tone: "It's just a small fluctuation, I doubt your professional ability very much now."

The other party seemed to be angry at Qi Junhao's belittlement of him, and said heavily through the microphone: "Okay, I will do as you said."

"No need." Sitting at the table, Qi Junhao straightened his back and issued a notice relentlessly, "Our partnership has terminated."

The two broke up unhappy, the phone was hung up, and Qi Junhao was thinking deeply on the computer screen.

His judgment has never been wrong. It seems that something in the dark is telling him that buying silver is his best way out, and it turns out that this is also the case, and his choice is correct.Investing is all about luck and vision, and he firmly believes that his own strength is far above that.

There was a knock on the door.

Qi Junhao glanced at the desktop and screen, confirmed that there was nothing important, and said, "Come in."

Wen Leshui walked in with a cup of coffee.

The failure of the bidding last time must be due to someone's budget. He created such a big momentum in the early stage to cover up his lack of working capital. In the end, Lin Shu came out quietly and stepped on the one he had planned. that line.

Whether he was suspicious or not, he felt that this was strange.

But before he found out something, he didn't break up with Wen Leshui. After all, Wen Leshui's wantonness on the bed was still in his favor.

"Are you tired? Take a break." Wen Leshui spoke in a gentle voice, not knowing what was going on in Qi Junhao's mind.

"Well, thank you." Qi Junhao took the coffee and took it aside. The hot coffee was steaming, blocking the sight of the two people with evil intentions.

"I was too angry at the bidding meeting last time, I'm sorry." Qi Junhao said.

Wen Leshui thought of being humiliated by being called a bitch in public last time, an unnatural look flashed across his face, and he immediately changed his expression: "It's okay, I know, you're just too disappointed."

"Sigh." Qi Junhao sighed, and tentatively said, "I thought it would be in my pocket, but... you say, why did it end up in Lin Mu's hands?"

Wen Leshui's expression remained unchanged: "I don't know, maybe luck is coming and no one can stop it. Lin Mu has been unlucky for so long, and has bottomed out?"

Qi Junhao smirked: "Really? Why are you begging to go someday."

Wen Leshui's eyes flashed jealousy cooperatively: "I want to see how Wen Rong failed."

If Qi Junhao got the project, Wen Rong did lose in the competition, and this reason makes sense.

But the reason Wen Leshui didn't say was: Of course it was to see your failure with my own eyes.

He didn't put away the sharpness in his eyes: "However, I saw that the warm tea loves you and ignores you."

Qi Junhao didn't show the slightest bit of embarrassment: "Are you jealous?"

Both of them were wary of each other, but felt that the other party didn't see their own acting skills, so they didn't know who was more stupid for a while.

"Is there any investment project, take me to play too." Wen Leshui said.

Qi Junhao smiled: "Isn't the money I gave you enough?"

Wen Leshui is now the Sisi flower clinging to Qi Junhao, all food, drink and entertainment depend on Qi Junhao's support.

"Who would think too much money, I want more protection." Wen Leshui sat on Qi Junhao's lap coquettishly, and patted his chest.

"Okay, I'll recommend some to you later." Qi Junhao thoughtfully made a look of understanding.

He didn't know whether Wen Leshui was satisfied, but he put on a satisfied look on his face, and moved his palms suggestively.

Wencha woke up refreshed, touched Qi Xiuzhu's forehead, and the temperature had dropped to normal body temperature.

It's broad daylight, it's very suitable for sleeping late, Qi Xiuzhu came over, and the originally cold smell became warmer because of the warm temperature of the bed.

Disgusted by the warm tea, he urged ruthlessly, "I'm sweating after the fever subsides. It's dirty. Don't touch me. Take a bath."

Qi Xiuzhu rubbed the tip of his nose against him: "Wash it for me."

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Wen Cha pinched his earlobe: "I'm getting more and more shameless, I've never served anyone before."

Why is it like turning on some kind of switch, after tasting the sweetness of being shameless, you will make progress.

Qi Xiuzhu didn't take it seriously, and hugged Wen Cha even harder: "Okay, you're dirty too, wash it with me."

Wen Cha was so angry that he wanted to beat someone, just as he was about to raise his hand, the palm of his hand was clasped tightly by Qi Xiuzhu's fingers, and he pulled him into his arms, stood up and hugged him tightly to the bedroom: "I'll serve you."

Someone waited too long, causing Wen Cha to miss the appointment time with Zheng Mingzhong, so he changed and washed, dressed and arrived at the appointed place.

Zheng Mingzhong quit the game on his mobile phone: "Brother, what did you do? All the flowers I've been waiting for are gone."

But before Wen Cha could answer the question, he found the answer first: "Forget it, the prince is busy with state affairs, it is a great honor to spare time to accompany me to wait for Xiaomin."

He didn't forget that he was a disadvantaged group to Shang Wencha, and Wencha had legitimate reasons to judge him.

This was Zheng Mingzhong's first meeting with Wen Cha since the last live broadcast turned over. He still seemed very cautious, for fear that Wen Cha might poison him at any step.But he couldn't hold back his cheap talk, and asked curiously: "Did you use it for Xiuzhu?"

Wen Cha smiled politely: "Use it."

"How?" Zheng Mingzhong stretched his ears expectantly.

"Very good." Wen Cha replied, "By the way, Qi Xiuzhu said he had a video of you dancing pole dancing drunk, and asked if I needed anything."

Zheng Mingzhong's painful mask: "No way, you guys are too much, come and torture me when you're happy."

"So." Wen Cha warned him word by word, "Next time you send something mysteriously without saying hello, I will definitely not let you go."

As soon as Zheng Mingzhong heard that there was a next time, he knew that Wen Cha was magnanimous and would not care about that matter any more. He heaved a sigh of relief, and turned to pour bitter water crazily: "Brother, I envy you so much, you are so happy. No Like me, my brother fights against the wall, and always loses money."

"Did you throw away the things you told me yesterday?" Wen Cha asked.

"Don't worry, I'll listen to you, I'm sorry for selling it overnight." Zheng Mingzhong showed a pained expression, "It won't happen after I sell it, will it go up again?"

Wen Cha, another investment genius, couldn't answer his question: "Maybe."

Zheng Mingzhong sighed deeply: "I also inadvertently heard that Qi Junhao's way of making money might be it, so I moved my mind."

"Where did you hear that?" Wen Cha was curious.

"Forgot, I heard it while drinking." Zheng Mingzhong couldn't recall it, but for a person like him who hangs out in bars, this is the only way to get information.

"Less contact with Qi Junhao." Wen Cha said, "He is poisonous."

"Where's the tea?" Wen Cha started to clean the tea set.

Zheng Mingzhong found it for no apparent reason, and handed it to Wen Cha.

Wen Cha said: "In order to compensate you for being let down by me, I will make a cup of tea for you to drink."

Zheng Mingzhong was touched for a while, and flicked the teacup lightly with his nails. He was born with a big heart, and his thinking jumped, and he immediately jumped to the next question: "Qi Junhao and Wen Leshui got back together?"

At the last auction, Qi Junhao pinched Wen Leshui's neck and asked if the other party had betrayed him, and it had already spread quietly in the circle.But all the young masters and ladies who have a little bit of three views are all pointing behind their backs, not understanding how these two crooked seedlings came out, playing Qiong Yao dramas there is disgusting.

And everyone agrees that bringing Wen Cha and them together is an insult to Wen Cha's bright life. enemy.

The warm tea is making tea properly: "It should be."

Zheng Mingzhong sighed quietly: "It's really disgusting. When I knew them before, I would never have imagined that they would have such a face. Brother, you are such a mirror. Why does Qi Junhao have the face to appear in front of you all the time?"

He wasn't even interested in eating the melon that Qi Junhao and Wen Leshui mixed together, he just felt sick to his stomach, and the scumbag was locked up, so stay away from their normal lives, okay?

Wen Cha saw this very clearly: "He thought he was getting the script of the starting male lead."

After all there is support for n nothing.

Zheng Mingzhong rolled his eyes.

The tea was bubbling upwards, and the fragrance of the tea overflowed the room. Zheng Mingzhong gradually calmed down his manic thoughts of complaining, and his heart became quiet.In the steaming steam, the face of warm tea blurred the edges and corners of the bones, and when he lowered his eyes, there was a bit of Qi Xiuzhu's usual cool look,

His acquaintance with Wen Cha was his pursuit of a cup of tea. He did not expect Wen Cha to be a friend, so it suits his appetite. Zheng Mingzhong said: "Aside from other things, the most glorious thing I did last year was meeting you."

Wen Cha accepted the sudden compliment frankly: "Your honor."

He doesn't like to be distracted when making warm tea, and he doesn't chat much when he's silent. Zheng Mingzhong consciously doesn't want to disturb him. It's rare to have a cup of warm tea now. After all, Wen Cha is very busy now. Those elders occasionally crave warm tea to save face, few people can invite him.

Zheng Mingzhong scratched the window, looking out like a husky fluttering in the wind. The owner of this private seat is his friend, and every time he arranges this seat with a great view, so that he can have a panoramic view of the people passing by.

Immediately he spotted the target.

"Wen Leshui and Qi Junhao?"

No way, it's so unlucky, and the front foot still wished that these two people would stay away from everyone's life, why did they run into each other on the back foot.

Wen Leshui next to the grove was tightly wrapped and wore a peaked cap, but Zheng Mingzhong's few advantages were sharp eyesight, not to mention that he had known Wen Leshui since childhood, so he could still recognize him.Moreover, Zheng Mingzhong remembered that Wen Leshui used to like to come here to pretend to be a noble tea party where he exchanged experiences on painting and musical instruments.

The place they chose was originally a corner that was difficult to notice, but Zheng Mingzhong's 52's vision and the unobstructed advantage of overlooking from a high place could not stand up.

The other man turned his back to him, and Zheng Mingzhong really couldn't penetrate it.

Wen Leshui held the phone to the man as if he was drawing some photos while talking, and then the two chatted for a while, Wen Leshui kissed the man, exuding affection from the inside out.

Zheng Mingzhong said that he would not eat this rotten melon, but now he commented with relish on the sentences "this mood is very good" and "let me listen to what you say".

The warm tea turned a deaf ear and poured the tea into the cup at the last step.

Zheng Mingzhong suddenly lowered his voice and said an angry "Fuck", he was so frightened that his hands trembled and almost spilled.

Zheng Mingzhong said "I'm sorry" while trying to stare his eyes out of their sockets: "That man is not Qi Junhao! It's Lin Mu!"

Wen Cha looked along the line of sight, Wen Leshui hugged Lin Mu tightly as if performing a sex life-and-death relationship, Lin Mu hesitated for a few seconds and slowly hugged back.

Why suddenly there is a scene of licking the dog's upper position.

Zheng Mingzhong took a close-up shot with his mobile phone: "What will happen if I send these things to Qi Junhao?"

How could this kind of drama with ethics and bloody mistress derailed without his participation?

"It's so green." Wen Cha sighed cooperatively, "I mean this tea."