The Rebirth of 88 Begins with a Carpenter

Chapter 703 In fact, he is already ahead of us

Wu Yuan said it with self-mockery, without the slightest intention of showing off.

But it was so real and shocking to the ears of the three girls in the back row.

Feel the same.

The silver Santana was driving smoothly, and Wu Yuan's words continued.

"Afterwards, the more cash flowed, the more cash there was. Ming Jun and I simply showed our cards, put our travel bags on, and entered the station generously. The stacks of cash were shown to the police at the train station, so that the police on board knew."

"However, when we had money and our capital exceeded 20 to [-] yuan, we always chose daytime trains for the round trip, no matter how expensive it was."

"When traveling around, I stayed in the most expensive hotels. In Shanghai, I even set up a long-term private room at the Wugong Hotel."

"Finally, at Heshi Railway Station, Ming Jun and I found three people with exactly the same style as us. Those three people were Yang Wanwan and his two bodyguards."

"Since then, we have known each other. Later, I brought Ming Dynasty to Shanghai to trade stocks, and I met several times in the sales office of Jing'an Securities. In this way, we became familiar with each other."

At this point, Wu Yuan's voice stopped abruptly.

There was silence in the car.

Not only the three girls in the back row were a little stunned, but even Ma Mingchao, who was driving, had a nostalgic look on his face.

After a while, Shen Lu admired sincerely: "Boss, you are really amazing. This first pot of gold was earned by you."

This is not an exaggeration at all.

Don't look at the apprentice who is as tall and burly as Ma Mingjun.

But after all, with so much cash, if something happens, I'm afraid there will be no place to bury him if he dies.

At the same time, Yang Huaiding, who was separated from Wu Yuan, directly found Yang Weiguo.

Yang Liangzheng is now the largest household in Shanghai, and it is difficult to listen to others' words.

Because of this, Yang Huaiding became farther and farther away from him.

Only the superficial relationship is maintained.

But with Yang Weiguo, they can still talk.

What's more, the news brought by Yang Huaiding this time was once Yang Weiguo's idea.

"Wei Guo, I met Mr. Wu in Wu Palace just now." Yang Huaiding handed Yang Weiguo a cigarette.

Yang Weiguo took the cigarette, started smoking on the cigarette case, and then squatted on the ground.

That posture is no different from before it was developed and made money.

Not only that, although Yang Weiguo made a lot of money in the stock market, except for socializing with people in the circle, he usually spends extremely frugally on food and drink.

He is so frugal that people feel that he doesn't care about material wealth and poverty at all.

Yang Huaiding also squatted down, lit a cigarette with the lighter, and handed the lighter to the other party.

Yang Weiguo took the lighter, lit it, let out a puff of smoke leisurely, and said slowly: "Brother, what are you doing so close to someone outside the circle? It's not necessary."

After speaking, he took the cigarette away and exhaled a long puff of smoke.

That blurred and detached posture is very much like Mr. Tree.

"You are wrong, Wei Guo," Yang Huaiding said neither in a hurry nor in annoyance, "Actually, Mr. Wu never left our business at all."

Yang Weiguo snorted, then gasped twice and said, "How do you say, big brother?"

Yang Huaiding knocked the soot on the toe of his shoe and said, "Boss Wu is just getting bigger and bigger, and the real business is starting up, so he doesn't care about our business. In other words, it's not him who takes money to make money in the stock market. the key of."

Yang Weiguo spread his hands together and said, "It's still the land, it's not from the same way at all!"

"Listen to me," Yang Huaiding interrupted, "Actually, Mr. Wu is already ahead of us. He not only pays attention to the stock market, but also invests in Hainan. Recently, I heard that he is listed in futures."

"Futures?" This is the topic Yang Weiguo is interested in, "Going overseas to speculate in futures? Is this possible?"

Yang Huaiding said firmly: "I think it is possible. Think about it, how many small bosses in Jiangsu and Zhejiang have found us this year, and invested their money in us to make money?"

"Where is the money made by Mr. Wu's furniture factory and decoration company? After all, there is a reliable channel, right? So I think this statement is credible."

Yang Weiguo murmured: "The risk of futures is much higher than that of stocks. Even I dare not get involved easily, can he do it?"

Yang Huaiding said jokingly: "If you follow your so-called goal of earning 3000 million yuan, Mr. Wu may have already reached the threshold for speculating in futures."

Everyone in the industry knows that Yang Weiguo had great ambitions.

Before the asset reaches 3000 million, he will never dabble in futures trading.

That's why Yang Huaiding said this.

Yang Weiguo's eyelids twitched, but he still pretended to be calm and said: "He speculates in futures, so it's good for someone to travel. But I still say that it is easy to make money in futures, and easy to lose money."

Yang Huaiding also said teasingly: "At least Mr. Wu has a lot of property, so he doesn't have to put all his eggs in one basket like us."

When the silver Santana returned to the downstairs of the staff quarters, a familiar Ferrari was parked there.

The three girls who originally planned to go to Wu Yuan's house to play, saw the aura of the Ferrari and that woman, and immediately dared not even get out of the car door, and urged Ma Mingchao to turn around and leave quickly.

Wu Yuan got out of the car, walked to the door of the Ferrari, and saw the woman whom he hadn't seen for a few days, sitting proudly on the driver's seat, with the window pressed down, revealing her fair side face and neck.

"Get in the car, I have something to tell you."

Wu Yuan wanted to be tough, but he couldn't control his legs, so he got into the co-driver of the Ferrari very disappointingly.

As a result, the door closed.

Yan Ruqing immediately shifted gears quickly, and Ferrari skillfully backed away.

There was no time for Wu Yuan to react.

"Sister Yan, how about going upstairs to talk about something? It's all at my house."

"Why, are you afraid that I will sell you?"

"Sell me half of it."

"Poverty."

Ferrari has attracted the attention of many residents of the faculty and staff community.

One time, one pass ten, ten pass one hundred.

It's just that Wu Yuan doesn't know anymore.

Because as soon as Ferrari left Siping Road, it went straight to Songjiang.

Along the way, Yan Ruqing didn't say much, and drove the car intently, flowing smoothly.

Wu Yuan was also happy to enjoy the tranquility, and fell asleep unknowingly with the feeling of drinking.

It wasn't until the Ferrari drove into the garage of Songjiang Villa, accompanied by the sound of the door closing, that Wu Yuan suddenly woke up.

Seeing that Yan Ruqing had already got out of the car on the other side, she also got out of the car in a hurry.

Entering the villa directly from the garage, you can see a lonely white.

Although it was a decoration plan designed by him himself, Wu Yuan still felt uncomfortable.

Perhaps only a woman as cold and arrogant as Yan Ruqing could feel at ease in such an environment.

While thinking about it, I saw Yan Ruqing sitting down on the sofa on the first floor and said: "I came to you to talk about what you wanted to say when you chased me to the airport last time."

"Sister Yan, when you say that, I suddenly can't remember..."

(End of this chapter)