Chapter 1057: Take the rhythm

"What are you going to join in the fun?" Seeing that Fang Sihai had also issued a check for 100 million yuan, Qiang Zhengda immediately quit. ""Δ
Although under Liu Lang's coordination, the two have shaken hands and made peace, their long-standing competitive relationship has made them unconsciously fight each other in everything.
Elementary money is no exception.
The reason why Qiang Zhengda gave out a huge gift of 100 million yuan is mainly to thank Liu Lang for solving the problem of having a son. He directly gave Liu Lang 100 million yuan. Liu Lang will definitely not accept it. Now it happens to be based on Liu Lang's marriage. Give back the favor.
However, there is no reason for Fang Sihai to follow so much money.
"I didn't use your money, how much I took, it has something to do with you." Fang Sihai smiled and said to the staff: "Give me a note."
"Yes." The staff tremblingly collected the two checks, and then, in the gift book, registered the names of Hu Zongqiang Zhengda and Fang Sihai.
The travel company bosses behind Qiang Zhengda and Fang Sihai, you look at me, I look at you, are a little dazed for a while.
They came rushing to build a good relationship with Liu Lang. Before they came, they had decided to bleed heavily. Many people even wrote more than one million checks. However, the first two eldest brothers directly took the rhythm.
Qiang Zhengda and Fang Sihai each have one hundred million. If they make eight hundred and eighty million, it will be no different from No Sui, and there will be no sense of existence.
Feng Zizhe is the owner of China's third-largest travel company. Recently, things have gone wrong, and have always wanted Liu Lang to help.
Qiang Zhengda had a banquet that day, and he was also there, but Liu Lang left in a hurry, he did not catch the opportunity.
"Just treat it as the prepaid labor fee!" Feng Zizhe was cruel, took out the checkbook, filled in the numbers, and photographed it on the table, "Tulong Travel Seal, fifty million."
His idea is very simple. If you go out with the fifty million, you will find Liu Lang again. Liu Lang must be embarrassed to refuse. As long as Liu Lang can help him with the transfer, the fifty million can be earned back in a short time. It's a bargain purchase.
In fact, Feng Zizhe was not the only one who had this kind of thought. Then, several people gave out corresponding gift money according to the priority of their requests.
Ten to twenty million more, and four million the least.
"Crazy, really crazy!" At the back, Yue Chen looked at the cheques and was photographed on the table. He suddenly felt dizzy. After doing a rough calculation, Liu was in less than five minutes. Lang received three hundred million yuan in gift money. How much can their Yue family's Yue family earn a year of hard work?
This is really better than people, so angry!
Just when Yue Chen thought that this round of damage had ended, another voice rang behind him.
"Xinghui Entertainment Liao Xinghui, two billion."
"Puff..." Yue Chen spouted out old blood.
Looking back, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes was standing behind him with a cheque already written in his hand. Yue Chen's eyesight was good, and he could easily see the string of zeros on the cheque.
"Did your money come from the strong wind?" Yue Chen roared in his heart.
He originally wanted to stimulate Liu Lang today, but he was counter-stimulated.
"Xinghui Entertainment? Isn't that the largest entertainment media group in China? Liu Lang is also related to the entertainment industry?" Soon, Yue Chen reacted, looking curiously at Liao Xinghui.
He knows those bosses in the tourism industry, but he is not familiar with Liao Xinghui. The Yue Group is an industry, which does not overlap with the entertainment industry.
Under Yue Chen's gaze, Liao Xinghui gently put the check on the table.
"It seems that Liao Xinghui really got that ancient terminal illness." Among the bosses of these travel companies, most of them went to the wedding banquet held by Qiang Zhengda a few days ago.
Very clear, the relationship between Liao Xinghui and Liu Lang.
On the same day, Liu Lang's words said that Liao Xinghui had an ancient terminal illness. There was no one who could cure him except him. Liao Xinghui walked away. Unexpectedly, after only three or four days, Liao Xinghui was softened.
Qiang Zhengda is the person who knows the inside story best. He was relieved when he saw that Liao Xinghui came and brought 200 million yuan in gift money. That day, after he had explored Liu Lang, he truthfully told Liao Xinghui, and suggested that Liao Xinghui take advantage of Liu Lang's marriage, and apologize to him. However, Liao Xinghui did not make a decision at that time.
After that, even without him, Qiang Zhengda thought that Liao Xinghui would rather die than surrender!
"Mr. Liao, sit down at our table!" Qiang Zhengda enthusiastically took Liao Xinghui to their table and sat down.
When Yue Chen followed again, he no longer had his place.
"Nima..." Yue Chen desperately wanted to vomit blood. This is really less courtesy, no human rights, two flower baskets, there is no chance to sit with this group of big shots with hundreds of millions of dollars.
Knowing this long ago, he would not stay here.
Yue Chen glanced from a distance, Liu Lang who was toasting, waved his hand, led four to start, and left the wedding scene.
In fact, as soon as Qiang Zhengda's gift money was released, Yue Chen understood that this group of tourism industry leaders must have a strong relationship with Liu Lang, because the amount of gift money can explain the distance of the relationship.
He just finished mocking Liu Lang, but Qiang Zhengda and the others didn't know it. After a while Liu Lang came to toast and saw him, but he was completely exposed. Therefore, the Kafka Paradise project can not expect Qiang Zhengda to wait. People must find another way out and stay on, the only result is self-humiliation.
During the toast between Liu Lang and Mu Xueqing, the staff in charge of receiving the gift ran over with the gift book and a stack of checks.
If it's an ordinary amount of gift money, there is no need to tell Liu Lang, just keep it, but, if you hold several hundred million cheques in your hand, you feel hot and you must report it immediately.
After listening to the staff who received the gift, Liu Lang took a look at the book and laughed.
"Are they crazy?" Mu Xueqing was speechless when she saw the check and gift book.
"No, they are not crazy, this is what we deserve." Liu Lang chuckled, "Go, take care of these rich people first."
After that, Liu Lang took Mu Xueqing to the table of Qiang Zhengda.
"Congratulations, Mr. Liu!"
"Congratulations, Mr. Liu!"
Qiang Zhengda and others all stood up.
"Thank you for joining us!" After a few words of greeting, Liu Lang simply drank three cups in a row. For him, he wouldn't be drunk even if he drank thirty cups. This was just to give Qiang Zhengda and others a face.
After the toast, Liu Lang asked Mu Xueqing to take a rest in the lounge, and then said to Liao Xinghui: "Mr. Liao, take a step to speak?"
"Good." Liao Xinghui nodded repeatedly.
In the past few days, when he arrived at night, he was terrified, and he was almost tossed to death by that strange disease. Liu Lang can be said to be his last hope. He was waiting for Liu Lang's words.