Chapter 1214: This is good (1/2)
Feng Xinglang has been away for a long time.
But Cong Gang's mind was still circling his words: Yan Bang is worth any price!
What is the price? Ten million? A billion? One billion, ten billion?
In fact, these data have absolutely no meaning to Cong Gang. Because he is not short of money.
If he is short of money, there are too many ways to make enough money for his expenses!
Until he drank the cup of tea, Cong realized once again that the tea had been drunk by Feng Xinglang.
Then, afterwards, he threw the cup heavily on the small rattan bench.
Cong Gang, who was lying back on the rattan chair, was surrounded by an evil thought: what price did Feng Xinglang say did not include his own life, and his wife and children?
Yanbang should not be so valuable! The Labrador named Sixteen can change at best.
No amount of money is dead money for a person who is not good at managing money and investing;
A golden chicken that can only lay eggs is more suitable!
”Boss, can we make a price?”
Wei Kang came upstairs and asked Cong Gang while resting his eyes.
”What are we anxious ... Fang Xinglang should be anxious! Let him dry for a few more days!”
It seems that the conversation just made Cong Gang happy.
”Wait? Wait again, I'm worried that Feng Xinglang will come directly to us with a knife and try hard!”
Wei Kang added, ”I think Yixing Lang's IQ should have doubted us!”
”Then let him doubt it!”
Cong Gang also seemed quite dry, ”People are saved by us, and we have the power to deal with him!”
Wei Kang didn't answer. There are only a few sighs: It is really hard to serve a master who does not love money.
What is the picture?
Just to make fun of Xinglang? But which time did not end in compromise?
I always feel that my Boss is not gaining any advantage! I hope this time can completely change the situation.
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Hurry back to Feng Xinglang of GK Ventures, and called Nina from inside.
Half-embraced in the executive chair, Feng Xinglang was shrouded in indescribable melancholy.
”Well, what about President Feng becoming the melancholy prince in seconds?”
Nina, who has been pregnant for eight months, interprets a pregnant state that a pregnant woman should have.
Even a woman like Lin Xueluo who has a child can be confused, let alone those little girls and grandpas.
But no matter how superb acting skills, can not escape the eyes of Feng Xinglang!
In fact, the key problem is that no matter how a **** is dressed as a hen, it cannot have the function of a hen to lay eggs!
Feng Xinglang's eyes stared at Nina, who was supporting her belly, and every movement of her was full of pregnancy.
”I need money!”
Feng Xinglang's face was completely cold, ”a lot of money! The more the better!”
Seeing that the chief executive's expression was serious, Nina also reconciled her ridicule.
”Mr. Feng, what's going on? I've leveled my accounts, and I've taken care of them on the tax side.”
Feng Xinglang raised his hand and pressed his cheek, then the swollen temple.
It took a long time to sink a word from the thin lips: ”I need to raise a ransom to redeem Yan Bang! He is still alive!”
”Why ... what? Yan Bang him ... is he alive?”
Nina's entire portrait was shocked, rigid and rigid; she even forgot to deliberately caress even the high raised belly.
”Ok.”
Feng Xinglang gave a deep grunt, ”Temporarily interrupt those second-class projects and turn the funds around first!”
”How much ransom?”
Nina wiped away the tears that fell on her cheeks when she didn't know when.
”They haven't made a price yet! You should prepare two billion cash flows for me first! The more the better!”
Feng Xinglang whispered a bit of repression, ”It's really impossible, just stop the‘ Jin Kedu 'project! ”
”OK ... OK.”
Nina kept her face half covered. She noticed that she was abnormal today, but she couldn't control it.
”Well, don't let anyone participate in the data on a type of project. Including the wife of the president!”
”I know that.”
”These days you let go of the other things at hand, you are only responsible for raising money. Don't use the bank's money flow.”
”I know I know!”
Nina's mood was out of control and she wiped her face with her palms from time to time.
Feng Xinglang looked at Nina's swollen abdomen, ”It's been eight months, haven't you been born?”
”Almost ... no accident, mid to late next month.”
Nina took two deep breaths.
”How is the child's health?” Feng Xinglang asked again.
”The child is fine ...”