SFS Chapter 483 Those Guys Are Not Short Of Money
Chapter 483 Those Guys Are Not Short Of Money
July 24 at 14:35 pm.
A high-rise residential building in Causeway Bay, Hong Kong Island.
26-9.
In this small unit with one bedroom and one living room, which is only more than 40 square meters, Fang Xue was sitting on the edge of the bed with her hands tied behind her back, her face was terrified, her pajama pants were wet in a large area, and she emitted a smell. Urine smell.
A middle-aged man with a height of about 1.7 meters and dressed as a courier boy was sitting on the rattan chair opposite her, with a military stab flashing blue in his right hand slapping his left palm.
Full of menace.
"Do you want to die or live?" Hang Tuah said in a hoarse voice.
His Hong Kong Island dialect is very slippery.
Hang Tuah arrived on Hong Kong Island ten days ago.
After spending a few days on Hong Kong Island pretending to be a tourist, he found a small hotel and hid himself away, waiting for instructions from above.
This morning, he saw the photos and information of the target person and orders from the boss on a website that was just established and only a few registered members can enter. In the afternoon, the real-time whereabouts coordinates and residence of the target person were also sent to on this website.
He dressed up and went out.
Came to the parking lot of the small hotel, got into a cheap pickup truck that was stolen a few days ago, changed into the courier boy’s clothes that had been prepared a long time ago, then started the car and followed the navigation guidance to this private house downstairs.
After getting out of the car, I took a beautifully packaged cake box and entered the building.
In front of room 26-9, he knocked lightly on the door.
"Who is it?" Ten seconds later, a female voice came from the door.
"Your takeaway." Hang Tuah dialed back.
"I didn't order takeaway." Fang Xue said while looking outside the door through the door mirror.
She saw a man in his forties wearing a courier suit and a benevolent face standing outside, with a smile on his face, and he held up the cake box in his hand for her to see.
"The address is this room. Your name is Fang Xue, and your phone number is ***." Hang Tuah said slowly.
"It's me, but I didn't order takeaway." Fang Xue was confused.
Hang Tuah pretended to be surprised and held up the cake box to look at the address on the box for a while, and then said: "That's right! Does Miss Fang have any friends or something? For example, I want to surprise you."
"Wow, that's right!"
Fang Xue was moved by Hang Tuah's last words.
Although this kind of romantic thing has never happened to her before, but it didn't happen before, it doesn't mean it's impossible now.
maybe
The boys in the studio remembered the love they used to have, and brought her a big surprise.
And these guys are not short of money.
Let’s just say, those powerful traders were imprisoned in a small building for more than 60 days without seeing the light of day. They were already hungry and thirsty. Nature became the object of their pursuit of courtship.
Of course, what they pursue is not a long time, but a day of joy.
Among the five girls in the studio (except for Qiu Nan), Fang Xue is the one with the worst appearance and body shape, but she is the most open-minded, aggressive in speaking, and not afraid of meat, so she is naturally attracted by the "I stand up and raise my whip" "The chasing of the lads.
Jiang Weitai and Qiu Nan didn't care about it at all.
Fang Xue has never been treated like this before outside, so she is very happy, so as long as someone shows her hospitality, she immediately welcomes her with open arms.
In this way, in the past two months, she has truly experienced the happiness of the queen, which can be described as singing and dancing every day.
tireless!
enjoying the moment.
But to be honest, not all men are hungry. Counting, she only got lucky with five of the twenty traders. However, the rotation is actually quite busy.
Almost broke the cocoon.
Moreover, these five guys all knew that each other was acting on the occasion, so no one cared about being brother-in-law. Instead, they got along well with each other with a bucket of water. They also exchanged piling experience in private, which passed a lot of lonely time.
Fang Xue opened the door with hope.
As a result, Hang Tuah choked her and pushed her into the house.
The door closed behind them.
Fang Xue was frightened and fainted by "the evil spirit that Uncle Charity has turned into".
When she woke up again, she was thrown on the bed with her hands tied behind her back, her pants were half wet, and she peed in fright.
The first words she heard when she opened her eyes were, "I want to die or I want to live."
Fang Xue whimpered.
Hang Tuah put the saber in his hand on her face, "Say, it's life or death."
"Uncle, don't hurt me, okay, you can do whatever you want, I can do anything, they all say I live well, please, don't kill me, woo, don't kill me, let me do whatever."
"I won't kill you, as long as you do one thing." Hang Tuah laughed lewdly.
Trembling, Fang Xue slipped off the bed and knelt between Hang Tuah's legs.
Hang Tuah was dumbfounded, he didn't mean that.
push her
Sitting on the ground, he said, "Let me ask you, do you know Liu Mei?"
...
15:00
Liu Mei walked into the trading room of the foreign exchange trading department on the 6th floor of AsiaInfo Securities.
"General manager." Shi Yuntao, manager of the foreign exchange department, stood up from his chair and greeted him with a smile.
"Thank you, old time." Liu Mei said with a smile.
"No hard work, no hard work, the general manager please." Shi Yuntao let Liu Mei to the traders' rest area, where there was a sofa around the island.
"Has the bonus been paid?" Liu Mei laughed after sitting down.
"It's been posted, and the boys all say that the general manager is the god of foreign exchange." Shi Yuntao took a bottle of drink and handed it to Liu Mei.
Liu Mei didn't open it, but held it in her hand and giggled, "What a god, didn't you just seize a few opportunities."
"General manager, we know that the opportunity is not so easy to grasp. Besides, it has earned 1.6 billion US dollars in a month. Tiger Fund has never achieved such a performance." Shi Yuntao flattered.
In fact, it's not flattery. For the past month, General Manager Liu Mei has been like a godsend. Every time she comes to direct trades, she will get unimaginable profits, making the analysts and traders in the foreign exchange department regard them as gods.
"Okay, stop shooting, how are your benefits these days?"
Shi Yuntao's face collapsed, "No, without the guidance of the general manager, we seem to be unable to operate."
Liu Mei frowned.
To be honest, since Fang Xue's studio was disbanded, she was extremely uncomfortable without this internal response.
The news that Jiang Weitai is setting up a financial consulting company has spread in the industry, and she knows it, and she also heard that the studio will be merged into the foreign exchange department of Huandao Finance in the near future, which made her see a new hope.
After learning that Fang Xue was going to immigrate, she dissuaded her in a secret meeting with Fang Xue.
Fang Xue didn't want to continue at first, but later Liu Mei raised the price, and she agreed to do it, but said that she would do it for another year at most, and then quit.
This is Qian Bo's heart, and the extra income of millions of dollars per month makes her want to stop.
Liu Mei was about to speak when her cell phone rang.
He took out his mobile phone and looked at it. It was a call codenamed "Winter", and it was Fang Xue.
She stood up and said to Shi Yuntao: "You are busy, I will answer the phone."
After speaking, go out.
After leaving the trading room, seeing no one around, he answered the phone.
"Grandma, why are you calling at this time?"