Chapter 33: Bold and meticulous

"This is not necessary anymore," facing Jun Liang's kindness, Feng Jun smiled and shook his head.
He has adventures in hand, the only thing is the start-up capital, and with the funds, he will not worry about running, then, 6 million and 8 million, there is not much difference for him.
Moreover, although he believes that, in the name of the other party, even if he follows the past, it is impossible to do anything to himself, but this year, be careful that there is no harm, after all, it is financial and moving.
Moreover, he did not want to have too much contact with each other.
"That's ... I'm sorry," Mr. Liang smiled. The price he quoted is indeed not too high. It may include many risks. It is a bit suspected of being a novice-of course, it can't be said to be low. .
He wanted to invite the other party to go to the company, but people were more cautious, and he was embarrassed to take advantage only, so he smiled, "I heard you still have stones in your hand?"
When Feng Jun heard this, he immediately took out all four stones and placed them on the ground. "Look at it."
President Liang roughly took a look, and then waved his hand, "I don't know much about this stuff, one hundred thousand yuan ... is it successful?"
Rather than saying that he spent 100,000 yuan to buy stones, it is better to say that he sent 100,000 people out. Four stones are worthless.
Feng Jun also understood what he meant, and smiled and arched his hands, "Then thank you Mr. Liang for your attention."
"Your words are out of sight," President Liang raised his hand and patted his shoulder with a smile, "I still hope that you can continue to take care of our Hang Lung."
This is a temptation. He wants to know if there is any jade material in the other party's hand.
Feng Jun is of course not stupid enough to say anything, so he smiled and replied vaguely, "Well ... I'll talk about it later."
General Manager Liang saw him cautiously, and did not care. Jade players, especially jadeite, knew the risk and blood behind the huge profits, so he took out a business card and handed it over, "This is my business card It's okay to contact, it's okay ... welcome to contact. "
Feng Jun took a look at it, but it was a bronzing business card, but the words "Liang Haiqing" were printed, and there were two phone numbers.
Liang always looked at him neatly, "Transfer or ... cash?"
"Cash," Feng Junbaiya smiled, "If you transfer money, I'm afraid of checking taxes."
"Brother, you're so funny," Mr. Liang laughed, and there were more backpackers who were relying on jade for life. There were also many bank transfers. Who would be stupid and would pay taxes? The Inland Revenue Department will not check, do you think it is in the United States?
However, after all, he was a cautious person. He could understand, so he nodded, "Then you have to wait, but ... How can you get two hundred pounds for more than six million yuan?"
Feng Jun nodded slightly, "Well, I can carry it."
He also knows that for new banknotes, one million yuan is more than 11 kilograms, which is 23 kilograms. The old banknotes are contaminated with dirt, and 30 kilograms are considered light. More than 6 million yuan, but you can get 200 yuan. Overweight?
Just carry it? Manager Liang wanted to make a joke: did you have no friends to answer?
However, this kind of joke can't be opened casually. If the other party is regarded as a malicious temptation, it may cause death.
Moreover, if the other party did not say that someone responded, could he really think that the other party was just a person?
Anyway, he was serious about business, and had no other ideas, so he raised a finger, "Give me an hour."
Didn't take an hour, that is, fifty minutes. A car drove in, and the two guys got on and took off two heavy suitcases.
At this time, Feng Jun made more than 6 million yuan in selling stones, and it has already spread throughout the market-the sound of "mutton fat jade seed material" is indeed quite shocking.
In the market, he is safe. Tens of millions of cash here often appear, but it is difficult to say after going out.
Liang Haiqing apologized for this, "I'm sorry, I really didn't expect that you can come up with this kind of good stuff and pay attention next time."
"It doesn't matter," Feng Jun waved his hand, saying whether it would be really difficult to say whether it would be next time.
Seeing that the money was brought in, he opened the box and scanned it. He roughly counted it. It happened to be 624 stacks, all of which were 70% new banknotes.
He wasn't fine at all. He folded the box, two hands one by one, and directly walked away.
Walked to the gate, he put two boxes next to a buggy.
Everyone looked at it, and it seemed to me that he was not alone.
Feng Jun looked sideways at the cab and found that there was no one in it. Then he took out a cigarette and lit it, his hands clasped in his pockets, looking around, looking like nothing.
The market is really a mixture of dragons and snakes. Some people in the crowd have begun to touch out their phones and quietly wrote down their license plate numbers.
Half a cigarette, three empty taxis drove in front of Feng Jun. A driver deliberately slowed down, intending to carry passengers.
Feng Jun didn't even look at it until the fourth empty car came. He raised his hand to stop the empty car, carried two boxes into the car, and took two hundredes to the driver. "Turn left in front, fast, Rush to Renmin Road within five minutes, these two hundred are yours. "
The driver glanced at him lightly, "Then you sit down."
He also knew where he was passing by just now.
The taxi driver walks the streets all day long, where can I not understand these? This is something happened.
In the market, someone's face changed: hold the grass and get fooled.
Just then, in the public toilet at the door, a fat man came out and walked to the SUV while tying his belt.
An open-minded man walked quickly from the oblique front, "Excuse me, this car ... is it yours?"
"Ah," the fat man glanced at him, nodded, and looked up and down at each other, "Not mine, is it yours?"
The man with a crack tooth was the one who said two words to Feng Jun. When he saw that the other party was not good, he smiled.
"I just come down to pull the shit," the fat man said anxiously, "when I got out of the car, I was still holding a toilet paper."
"Oh," the open-eyed man's eyes lit up and nodded. "It turns out this way."
It turned out to be so ... More than one person whispered in his heart.
Even Liang always reacted, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Good boy, just slipped."
A spectacled man beside him nodded and spoke in an admiring tone, "Bold and careful, not in danger, calm in the mind ... it's really a runaway material."
President Liang looked at him and sighed, "Alas, it's a pity, it may not be seen in the future."
In his view, the other party slipped away with a blind eye. Although it was temporarily safe, but the identity of the single helper was exposed, it will definitely disappear for a long time, or even disappear forever.
After arriving at Renmin Road, Feng Jun immediately changed to a taxi and continued to ask the other party to drive fast.
He took four trains before getting off at the door of a motorcycle shop repair shop. Without a word, he bought a second-hand motorcycle, and then went to the local souvenir shop next door.
By the time he returned to the street factory, it was already dark. The old man saw him come back and asked curiously, "Where is the motorcycle ... and there are two woven bags?"
Feng Jun smiled, "Where can it come from? I bought it, used cars, cheap, 500 yuan, and one month warranty."
The old man nodded and looked at himself clearly, "Cheap is not good, it is estimated that you can only ride for a month ... your classmate, is it okay?"
Feng Jun froze for a moment before answering simply, "They are reconciled again."
"Well, young people nowadays have no bones at all," the old man shook his head, his face cynical. "If you divide it, you can divide it. The good horse doesn't eat the grass. It really doesn't look like a man ... you say yes Right? "
"Ah?" Feng Jun was stunned again, and then stopped the car to support it, and answered without raising his head, "Yes, if you divide, you divide."
He carried two woven bags into the room and tucked it under the bed. Then he threw himself heavily on the bed, took a breath, and whispered, "I am now, finally, a little bit of money, um ... Just divide it. "
The experience of these past few days is really ups and downs for him. Now I think about it, I feel a little unbelievable.
In any case, there are more than 6 million in cash under his bed, so that he has enough room to plan his future.
But the top priority is to find a suitable place to live. Although it is quiet and no one cares about his privacy, it is too inconvenient to charge.
He needs a house that can be easily charged, and he has to get a few cards to deposit most of the cash under the bed.
He always thought about it and did it ~ EbookFREE.me ~ It's getting dark now and it's inconvenient to save money. Then go to 59 city and publish rent-seeking information.
But his rent-seeking information is not the same as others. The monthly rent is directly filled with 10,000 yuan (including 10,000). The rent-seeking apartment type does not require, and there are water, electricity and heating and a separate bathroom, but privacy must be guaranteed.
Then he remarked a little: I have a temporary charging requirement. To ensure that there is an external connector, the maximum amperage can reach 500 amps. This is the premise of renting a house, otherwise it will not be considered.
The mains voltage of 500 amps can ensure that he is full of at least five energy points in a day and night, and theoretically can reach seven energy points, enough for him to enter and exit the space.
Was unconditional in the past and was charged energetically, and had to be sneaky. Now that he has money, he can't grieve himself.
Looking at the marks on his wrist, Feng Jun was relieved, and he could take the goods in and out almost twice.
He has been worrying recently, whether the jade can be sold, and now that the money is in hand, he can finally relax.
Once he decided to relax, he felt that there was an endless sense of exhaustion all over his body, but strangely, he was very excited.
Thinking of Newman's bath, the sentence "Sen first, do you want to serve?" Feng Jun couldn't help but feel agitated.
It seems that I have n’t been in the club for two months, otherwise, just relax today?
The next moment, he dismissed the idea: What do you want? There are millions of them under the bed, go out and soak up?
Is really a little bit sceptical.
However, he really hasn't experienced such a thing for a long time. Once this idea was born, it was really difficult to suppress it, so he opened his mobile phone and clicked on WeChat.
Shake it, or people nearby?
(In the list of new books, it will be the first one, calling out, recommending and collecting loudly.)