In Starbucks.
Wu Hao sat quietly in the corner.
He was only wearing an ordinary white shirt and jeans.
There was only a glass of lemonade on the table.
It was very ordinary.
He was so ordinary that no one noticed him at all.
……
About five minutes later.
Outside the financial center building, a black Mercedes-Benz A45 slowly stopped at the entrance.
Liu Zhongheng came.
Behind him was a secretary.
The two of them rushed into the building.
As soon as she entered, she met a group of people walking out.
"Hey, isn't this President Liu?"
Among the group of people, someone greeted Liu Zhongheng enthusiastically.
"President Fang?"
Liu Zhongheng's eyes lit up.
The person who greeted him was Fang Mengqiu, the CEO of Shenghua Security Co., Ltd.
Shenghua was a joint venture company.
It was one of the few large-scale security companies in the Blue Eagle Financial Building.
The registered capital of this company alone had reached 80 billion yuan. It was funded by the world's leading investment bank, Shenghua Group.
Fang Mengqiu was worth more than a hundred million yuan and was one of the major clients of the financial building.
Liu Zhongheng didn't neglect him and went over to shake his hand.
"President Fang, are you going out?"
"Yes, I went out to do something."
Fang Mengqiu glanced at Liu Zhongheng, who was sweating profusely, and said with a smile,""What made President Liu pant and sweat? President Liu, you have to take care of your health."
After saying that, he glanced at the secretary behind Liu Zhongheng.
"Sigh, President Fang, stop joking. I'm in a hurry to meet my new boss. I'm sorry, President Fang. Let's talk again another day.”
Liu Zhongheng was really a little anxious.
No matter what, Fang Mengqiu was just a big client.
However, Wu Hao, who was waiting in the Starbucks, was his rice bowl.
So, she quickly waved at Fang Mengqiu and turned around to dash into the nearby Starbucks.
"New boss?"
Fang Mengqiu was stunned when he heard Liu Zhongheng's words.
Could it be that the owner of the property on Financial Street had changed?
Such a big change was related to the future rent increase. No one had received any news that the financial street was about to change owners.
What was going on?
Fang Mengqiu blinked, turned around, and followed him in.
The group of people behind him looked at him. Alright, let's follow.
The dozen or so people from Hulala all rushed into the Starbucks.
……
Liu Zhongheng immediately became the focus of everyone's attention after he entered the starbucks.
Everyone who was resting in a Starbucks knew the head of the financial street's property management.
There was a list of managers and photos on the wall on the east side of the first floor of every building on Financial Street.
He, Liu Zhongheng, was at the top of the pyramid.
Even the CEOs of the big companies in the financial street would greet Liu Zhongheng with a smile when they saw him.
Therefore, as soon as he entered, several people inside stood up and waved at him.
"President Liu, what a coincidence!"
"Aiya, isn't this President Liu? How about coffee?"
"President Liu, long time no see."
……
Several people took the initiative to greet him, but Liu Zhongheng acted as if he didn't see it. He only smiled perfunctorily and nodded, his eyes scanning the surroundings.
Wu Hao, who was sitting in the corner, also saw him.
When he heard the people around him call him President Liu, his heart suddenly became clear.
This was Liu Zhongheng.
He looked like a typical Yanjing person.
He was slightly plump and slightly balding.
He was wearing a suit that didn't fit him well. At this moment, his face was covered in sweat, as if he had been washed with water.
Wu Hao's expression was indifferent as he waved at him.
Liu Zhongheng's eyes lit up.
He had already seen Wu Hao's photo.
Therefore, he quickly strode over and bowed in front of Wu Hao. He said respectfully,"Mr. Wu, I'm really sorry. I'm a minute late.”
"It's alright."
Wu Hao nodded slightly.
At that moment, the entire Starbucks fell silent.
It was deathly silent.
Everyone's mouths were wide open.
Even Fang Mengqiu looked at Wu Hao in shock.
So young?
He's the new owner of Financial Street?
No matter how the others reacted, Liu Zhongheng was relieved in his heart. He did not see any angry reaction from Wu Hao.
He quickly turned around and took the document bag from his secretary. He carefully placed it on the table in front of Wu Hao and said in a low voice,"Mr. Wu, there's an office building for you on this financial street.”
"Is that so?"
Wu Hao smiled.
He even prepared an office building.
His system was too cute.
He immediately picked up the document bag on the table and stood up with a smile."Let's go to my office building and take a look."
"Alright, follow me."
Liu Zhongheng turned around and led the way.
When the three of them arrived at the door, Fang Mengqiu's eyes were fixed on Wu Hao.
Wu Hao also glanced at him.
Then, both parties passed by each other.
After Wu Hao and the other two had left, Fang Mengqiu shook his head and sighed."He's actually…so young? Truly admirable."
"President Fang, it's just a kid.”
Someone beside him said.
"Brat? Do you know how much the annual rent on Financial Street is? Nearly 17 billion. If he really was the owner of the financial street, I would be a poor man in front of him.”
“……”
The person beside him fell silent.
The few of them looked at each other.
Nearly 17 billion a year?
He could just stay at home and collect rent for the rest of his life.
……
At the center of Financial Street.
There was a small garden there called the Garden within a Garden.
In the garden, there was a three-story house that was nearly 500 square meters.
It was the office building prepared for Wu Hao.
In the luxurious office on the third floor.
"Mr. Wu, we just received the next season's rent yesterday." Before I came, I had already arranged for someone to transfer the rent to your card.”
As he spoke, he looked at the message on his phone and said,"The transfer has just been completed."
"Alright."
Wu Hao continued to maintain his style of being a man of few words.
Then, his phone buzzed.
He picked it up and saw that it was a text message from the bank.
"Your account ****9527 was opened on July 12th, 9:40 was transferred to 4,141,180,500.00 yuan, and the current balance was 4,141,185,500.00 yuan. The rental fee. Yanjing Bank."
Wu Hao blinked.
4.1 billion?
Amitabha, that Buddha!
4.1 billion a quarter.
More than 16 billion a year.
Was it his?
Unexpectedly, after two years of hard work, it ended in failure.
Now, there was an extra four billion in his card.
Was the heavens compensating him?
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