Lu Youyou whispered, "Qiao Qiao, can you really get a first-class scholarship?"
Wen Qiao made an OK gesture: "No problem."
"Zhuang Yan is very strong."
"I'm also very strong, don't panic, it's just a small matter."
After leaving the teaching building, Lu Youyou asked Lin Xiang and Chun Xiao: "When are you going home?"
The two people are from Hangzhou, which is very close to Haicheng. They can get home in an hour by taking the high-speed train.
Lin Xiang: "I will be back tomorrow, but we can still meet during the winter vacation. If it snows, you can come to Lingyin Temple. It's very beautiful and you can take ancient style videos."
"Okay, let's make an appointment then."
Chun Xiao: "Let's go to Brother Fan's concert together."
Lu Youyou: "No problem."
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He Qian's elder brother He Cong is a well-known playboy in Haicheng. He often preaches an idea to his drinking buddies, that is, "wealth is always in the hands of a few people."
He highly recommends risky mystical bonds and thinks that poor people don't dare to buy them, so poor people can't get rich. This kind of wealth is for rich people like them to make money.
After a heavy drink, He Cong brought two beautiful young models back to his room in the club.
While he was exercising, his secretary called him, but he hung up in annoyance. Doesn't he know what the hell he is doing right now
The phone call came again, with a spirit of perseverance.
Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore, stood up, and answered the phone: "You'd better have something urgent, otherwise you're done."
"Master, this is bad. IM Corporation has been exposed to the subprime mortgage crisis. This will greatly affect the batch of mini bonds you purchased in large quantities."
The two young models came up and said, "Mr. He, keep playing."
He Cong pushed the two women around him away and said, "Get out of here!"
Seeing his gloomy expression, the two young models quickly picked up their clothes on the ground and ran away in panic.
He Cong gritted his teeth and said, "How could IM, a company as big as this, have a subprime mortgage crisis?"
"But that's exactly what the report says. The mysterious debt we bought has become a pile of waste paper."
He Cong panicked: "Come here right now, I'm in the club room."
He Cong's secretary came over soon, sweating profusely, and kept showing him wave after wave of breaking news on the Internet, which shocked He Cong so much that he broke out in a cold sweat.
He even embezzled a lot of the group's funds without his mother's knowledge. If they lose money this time, the foundation of their family business will be affected by him.
"Is there any remedy for this?"
The secretary kept wiping his sweat: "It's already... a foregone conclusion."
He Cong kicked the secretary in the chest: "Why didn't you find out earlier?"
"Master, this subprime mortgage crisis is so dangerous that we were completely unaware of it and had no way to prevent it."
He Cong was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot: "Find someone to save the market, find someone to save IM. If IM has room to turn around, my losses can be compensated."
"Master, who can... who can I find?"
"Fu Nanli."
"Ah? Our family and the Fu family don't have much relationship."
"He owns a football team in Country M. I heard he has connections with many wealthy people in Country M. He must have a solution. He Qian worked for him before, so we should remember their old friendship. He must be able to stop this subprime mortgage crisis. Please help me contact him."
When Fu Nanli received the news from Fu Chuan, he and Wen Qiao were having dinner in a private room next to the Xiaotangshan hot spring pool.
Mr. Fu’s life creed: If you make my child catch a cold and have a fever, I will make you lose hundreds of millions.
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