Chapter 41

Jiang Xiaomi rushed over and stuffed the hot coffee into the editor's arms to stop him from going on.

"Hiss... I want to burn to death."

"Drink coffee while it's hot." The little woman didn't say well. Fortunately, she came back quickly. Otherwise, she didn't know how many embarrassing things to say about her.

Lou tianqin took the coffee, but didn't mean to drink it: "I just learned about your work with your editor in chief."

She heard it.

Said he had been following for three years and didn't even photograph a hair.

Cut... Is that true?

If the computer hadn't been smashed, the photos inside would have scared him to death.

The editor in chief took a sip of hot coffee and said, "it's all right. Listen to your cousin's opinion. Right, cousin." The conversation changed: "by the way, Xiaomi said that you sell stinky tofu in France. Is it a chain store? Can you take a stake?"

I get a dead salary at work. After I have a daughter, my expenses become larger. I always want to make some investment, but I haven't found a good project.

Lou tianqin fortunately didn't drink coffee, otherwise he had to spray each other's face.

Jiang Xiaomi's face twisted in order to bear the smile. Seeing Lou tianqin's stiff expression, he seemed to say, "when did I change to selling stinky tofu?"

Facing the death gaze projected by the other party, Jiang Xiaomi quickly turned his head to one side.

At this time, the elegant cello melody sounded. It was Lou tianqin's mobile phone.

The man made a gesture of waiting and then connected the phone.

Editor Liu straightened his eyes and breathed out in disbelief.

Jiang Xiaomi bit the coffee pipe and asked vaguely, "what are you looking at?"

"Mobile phone."

"Ah?" I thought I told her to take out her cell phone, so I handed her my cell phone.

The editor in chief clapped open: "what kind of broken mobile phone do you have? Look at others."

He once saw this mobile phone in a magazine. He can't remember the specific brand clearly. He only knows that the price is very full, which is difficult for normal people to accept.

"20 billion call him at the normal exchange rate and let him go... I'll hold a video conference at the airport in ten hours, that's it, um..."

Hung up the phone and found two people holding coffee poked there motionless, as if someone had ordered a acupoint.

The editor in chief couldn't help showing his admiration. My darling, 20 billion yuan was given to people to play casually. I can't believe it came from the mouth of a stinky tofu seller.

"Well... Big cousin... How much is your stinky tofu...?" Editor Liu asked cautiously.

"A million."

"Hiss..." is it inlaid with Phnom Penh?

He solemnly explained: "of course, ordinary ones can't sell at such a high price, but if they are packed in LV and Hermes boxes, their value will naturally rise."

The editor in chief smacked his tongue: "packaging is really important, isn't it too valuable?"

"Rich people don't care about money at all. They only care about feeling."

Jiang Xiaomi can't listen anymore. He hasn't seen anyone more boastful than him.

Three successful people in suits and shoes came to Lou tianqin and bowed 90 degrees respectfully: "Sir, the channel is empty. You can go at any time."

Lou tianqin stood up and flicked his wrinkled shirt: "OK, I'm going."

Passing by Jiang Xiaomi, he deliberately paused, approached a little, and said in a cold voice that only the two of them could hear: "remember to take a look at the hemorrhoids when you return home, and there are more than 90 bottles of chili sauce waiting for you to taste."

Jiang Xiaomi's face was stiff and his coffee almost spilled all over the floor.

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