Lose From Poor God to Richest Man

It was Nohara Ying and Pang Shengnan who met Zhen Qiong and Wen Wan'er by chance.

Nohara Sakura originally came out to do errands, but she didn't expect that she suddenly received the news that Mr. Zhen had fainted. At that time, she seemed to have lost her backbone.

Don't talk about errands, she sat in her car and did not relax for a long time.

Not only Nohara Sakura, but even Pang Shengnan who was accompanying her to protect her was much more silent than usual, and the aura that radiated intentionally or unconsciously was even more so that strangers should not enter.

Nohara Sakura could not imagine what would happen to Linglun 512, even the entire Sky God, and various industries without Mr. Zhen.

Fortunately, shortly after, Wen Wan'er sent a message saying that she was safe, and she learned that Zhen always fainted because of excessive use of her brain, which caused mental fatigue.

For the first time, Nohara Sakura had serious doubts about her abilities.

If it wasn't for his lack of abilities to help Mr. Zhen solve problems, how could Mr. Zhen overuse his brain? Even fainted!

Fortunately, the problem is not big this time, but what about next time?

Although Nohara Sakura also hopes that Mr. Zhen will be healthy and live a long life, but you never know which one will come first tomorrow or the accident.

"It's President Ying! Why are you here?" Wen Wan'er asked with a smile on her face.

Nohara Sakura was also concerned and confused, and ran over immediately when she saw Zhen Qiong.

So she only discovered now that Mr. Zhen and Mr. Wen don't seem to be in office, they are more like dating.

After all, if you are working, there is no need to drink coffee in this place, Qiongshen’s coffee, hang 90% of the cafes in Phoenix City, including this one.

"Sorry, I'm not here at the right time." Nohara Sakura quickly apologized, but she didn't know what was going on, but she felt unconvinced.

If I had met Mr. Zhen first, and now sitting across from Mr. Zhen, it would be me.

Oops! How can I have this idea!

When Nohara Sakura dispelled the messy thoughts in her mind, Zhen Qiong said, "No, you are here at the right time, and I just happen to have something to ask you."

After saying this, Zhen Qiong raised his right hand, pointed to the empty chair and said, "Sit down and talk after you order a drink!"

"Hi! Mr. Zhen."

After Nohara Sakura sat down, Pang Shengnan was still standing by the side.

"You sit too." Zhen Qiong said.

"No, Mr. Zhen, if I'm standing, it's more convenient to shoot."

Pang Shengnan was accompanying to protect Nohara Sakura, but now she still has to protect President Zhen, so she doesn't dare to be sloppy.

As for Mr. Wen, she can only fight not to be protected by the CEO.

"Which so many reasons? Let you sit down." Zhen Qiong would not think she is inferior because Pang Shengnan is working as a security guard for Ye Yuan Ying.

"Yes. Thank you, Mr. Zhen." After Pang Shengnan sat down, he called the waiter and ordered two cups of coffee.

"Do you think about how to spend the money you made before?" Zhen Qiong asked.

"Think about it. I plan to build a theater exclusively for Linglun 512 so that members of Linglun 512 can perform on stage."

Zhen Qiong thought about it for a while. With Linglun 512's special mechanism, it is not easy to go on stage. Even if the beautiful girl of Linglun 512 is not counted among the five Gao Guoguo, there are already about 20 people.

But it is impossible to perform on stage at a high frequency.

As long as there is no public performance, then this theater will not have any income, but the usual maintenance is a lot of expenditure.

"Is the theater rented or bought?" Zhen Qiong asked again.

"President Zhen. I'm looking for a suitable place, and I am more inclined to buy it, because this theater must be specially modified to make the stage more suitable for everyone to perform."

"Okay. The theater is set in a prime location!"

Don't worry about making money in the theater, then Zhen Qiong must spend as much trial funds as possible.

Although there is a lot of traffic in the prime area, if you want to buy a place to build a theater, the money will definitely not be less.

The previous "Wind Up" earned hundreds of millions. It is estimated that even buying land is not enough, not to mention subsequent construction or renovation.

"Hi! President Zhen, don't worry, I will do this well."

Nohara Sakura quickly expressed her determination and confidence, for fear that Mr. Zhen spent too much energy on this matter, and she didn't want Mr. Zhen to faint again.

"Yeah. Again, don't be afraid to spend money. If the money is not enough, just tell me and I will make up for it for you."

"Hi!"

"As for the theater, since it is going to be built, I think about how to design it..."

As soon as Zhen Qiong's voice fell, I heard Wen Wan'er say: "President Zhen, leave the design to professional people to handle it! After they have designed the drawings, you can choose again."

"Okay. Just do what you said." Zhen Qiong just wanted to spend as much money as possible in the theater.

Since Wen Wan'er has said so, then he will act as a shopkeeper, and finally pick the most expensive drawing.

Seeing that Zhen Qiong did not continue to think, Wen Wan'er was relieved, and she couldn't neglect at all.

In her opinion, Mr. Zhen just came out of the hospital and he has to focus on his new job again. What if he faints again?

It's just a matter of design. Where does Mr. Zhen need to do it himself?

Besides, the theater hasn't even set the address yet! It's too early to think about this now.

It can only be said that Mr. Zhen is too accustomed to foresight, and one step is ten steps. If it weren't for her prompt reminder, Mr. Zhen is probably thinking about how to link the theater with Qiongshen's industry.

Wen Wan'er glanced at Nohara Sakura without a trace. Although she didn't say a word, Nohara Sakura couldn't help shivering.

She also reacted, she was accustomed to just now, letting Mr. Zhen make a decision. Rather than give a plan by himself, let Mr. Zhen make a choice.

Now being warned by Wen Wan'er, she knows that she is in the wrong, she dare not have any thoughts to fight back, can only admit her mistakes, and improve at the fastest speed.

"How about the new recruits?" After setting the direction of spending money, Zhen Qiong relaxed a lot, and casually asked Xia Linglun 512 about the recent situation.

"Mr. Zhen, the newly recruited girls have good personalities, and their looks and figures are also above expectations. I believe that after training, they will not lose too much to Guoja."

"How about academic performance?"

"We recently dug up many teachers from key universities. With them, the performance of all members has improved significantly."

"Yeah. Remember to focus on studies. Not every girl has such a good family background as Guoguo."

"Hi!"

What Nohara Sakura admires most is that Mr. Zhen always considers the people under her hands. He really treats employees as family members, not tools for making money, or even consumables.

Zhen Qiong didn’t know that Yehara Sakura’s adoration of him, he looked at Wen Wan’er and asked: “Today I fainted and frightened many people. Shocked."

Previously, Gao Guoguo and their parents bought 100,000 copies of "The Wind Rises", which made Zhen Qiong so angry that they decisively recorded them in their own notebooks.

Now when he has the opportunity, he immediately decided to "revenge and hate" and buy a batch of Guohuang's dessert gift boxes. Not only can the money for the song be spent, but also Gao Guoguo's parents will feel embarrassed.

The art of war is clouded, siege the city as the bottom, and attack the heart as the top.

Zhen Qiong wants shrimp and pig heart!

"Okay. Mr. Zhen."

"You can get two copies." Zhen Qiong suddenly joked.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhen."

Wen Wan'er also smiled, and she couldn't help but feel a little sweet because of her "out of the ordinary".

Nohara Sakura clenched her fist hidden under the table, and secretly vowed in her heart: "One day, I can also receive two dim sum gift boxes!"

And Zhen Qiong, who was chatting about the sky at random, suddenly felt something in his heart and turned to look not far away.

I saw a man wearing blue jeans, black short sleeves, black cap and mask, walking towards him unhurriedly.