Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming

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"On Wall Street, small companies are closing down every minute, and small companies are opening up every minute. The houses here don't worry about renting, and a real company that can rent such a large office."

"At least it is a hard-working company for 2-3 years. I think you are not very young. Such a high rent is not a loss of hundreds of dollars. You can carefully consider it."

Qin watched this materialistic society, and there were real estate agents with such humanistic care, and his uneasy appetite greatly increased, so he planned to say a few more words in response.

"Well, it's not expensive. I can afford it. I thought it was a monthly rent of $110,000. At that time, my company seemed to have to bite his teeth and expand it several times..."

"I didn't expect it to be an annual rent, it would be too cheap... My accounting firm's business volume is now enough to bear...It's okay, thank you for your kind reminder...

‘Cough cough cough...’

The so-called Feng Qingyun Dan is the most hurtful. Qin Guan’s counterattack crit directly left Smith with a blood skin...

He was choked with a breath of smoke sucked into his lungs, and tremblingly asked the words that made him more collapsed.

"How old are you?"

"22 years old, not a birthday, shouldn't I be 21?"

"Student? Just graduated?"

"Starting a business at school..."

Smith felt that he had lived on the dog for more than thirty years. Originally he was also a sales champion in Texas. He was transferred to the headquarters vigorously but it took only two days of kung fu. He saw what is called a blow.

In fact, if an old salesman in New York came to make this list, his eyelids wouldn't blink, the young talents on Wall Street, if crossing the river crucian carp, the number is large.

An exponential rise, a batch of millionaires in an instant, a policy turmoil tomorrow, countless rich people have turned into a destitute life.

What Smith did was that the villagers had just entered the city and were shocked at nothing.

The office of QC office is leased!

Subsequent procedures are directly handed over to WeWork, and the decoration of the office can be left to Cong Nianwei for processing.

The beauty of the world that integrates galleries and design studios. In the design and construction of small houses, gratifying results have been achieved. The power of the husband and wife shop was very powerful in any country in the early days of entrepreneurship.

Recently Qin Guan is also reluctant to go out with Cong Nianwei. With her new job, she can stay at school and home for several weeks without leaving home.

It is true that the United States became too uneasy after entering May.

For ordinary people in March, the war in Iraq, which was originally thought to be a gunpowder, was in the end. It was said that it was a joint operation of a world country, but the most sent to the battlefield were American native soldiers.

Even at a purely entertaining Oscar award ceremony, there are so many outrageous opposition voices, let alone those of all walks of life, related to the reaction of the people.

Since the beginning of the president's brainstorming, anti-war demonstrations across the United States have been ignited like a fire in a prairie fire.

As time advances, the Memorial Day, which is getting closer and closer, is constantly reminding the sorrow brought by the war.

The town hall, the window of the veteran’s relief fund, lined up with several lonely figures, and outside the window hall, there was a crowd.

Some peace-loving anti-war groups have stood early in this commemorative place and represent the pain and reflection of the United States.

The propaganda slogans such as "oppose war" and "stop stupid war" were firmly held by them.

Those semi-finished floats previewed on the streets for anniversaries slowly drove past them, adding some irony to this pair of shots.

Franklin's gaze came out of the city hall with some empty eyes. He was still wearing a light gray-green camouflage suit, and the soldier's breath was still reflected in him.

If it weren’t for everyone to see the empty cuffs, it would inevitably be awesome. This is a young man with great vigor.

It is a pity that the war is so cruel. Franklin, who walked out of the door, was behind his backpack with his disability pension, and these copper-smelled banknotes were not enough for him to spend the rest of his life comfortably.

He gave a subconscious glance, the more and more figure at the door, as if thinking of something, the backpack in his hand was squeezed out of the crowd.

…………

It was another ordinary New York City night, Qin Guanzheng still in the apartment looked at the busy back in the kitchen as usual.

If you ignore the people in the group of apartment buildings that have nothing to do with the autumn wind, this night is perfect.

Suddenly, in the quiet street, there was a violent sound of broken glass, and the curious Joseph who protruded his head shouted excitedly: "FUCK!"

The grocery store on the corner of the street was smashed by the glass from the outside, and a few black boys were breaking through the door, preparing to find everything inside that could be moved to sell.

"Is this group of black zone members crazy? Dare to come here to grab something? Isn't he afraid that the New York Police Department will be invited to drink tea in minutes?"

Several neighbors in the room huddled close to the windows of Qin Guan's house, discussing their experiences while looking at the crime scene on the street.

"At this time, shouldn't we call the police?"

"Didididididididi..." The automatic warning system of the grocery store rang when Qin Guan's words fell.

Unexpectedly, the boss of the grocery store living in the opposite block actually spent a lot of money to install the alarm system. As soon as we discussed here, they saw the boss with a long barrel in the window and ran out of the house. .

"You little bastards!"

‘Boom’

Accompanying the scream was the gunshot in his hand, and the black people in the shop saw the other person coming and grabbed the few remaining change in the smashed cash register and disappeared without looking back. In the middle of the night.

Some obese bosses gave up the gun but chased after a few steps.

"Heaven! My shop!" Turned his head and howled at the door of the smashed shop.

"This group of murderous New York policemen are all TM waste. How long has it been, and a police car hasn't come yet..."

"I want to complain, M, what kind of dog stuff does the taxpayer's money raise!"

The grocery store owner underneath was a snot and tears, but Qin Guan in the house was puzzled.

"Ah, you said that even if the alarm system of a car is wrong, the patrol car will check it in less than three minutes."

"What happened today is so quiet on the street..." (Unfinished.)