3 The holy place of white-collar elites

"Mr. Liu, thank you for your hard work."

Wu Hao silently put down his phone.

"I am just doing my job, it's not hard."

Liu Zhongheng hurriedly made a polite remark.

At the same time, he couldn't help but wipe the sweat on his forehead with his hand.

He was really nervous.

After working for so many years and now being the property manager of the top office building on Financial Street, he had seen countless people.

He has not seen someone be so indifferent to more than four billion.

The young man in front of him did not show any reaction.

When more than four billion entered into his account, he plainly said 'Mr. Liu, hard work'.

That indeed was scary.

From which family in Yanjing was this second generation young master from?

Liu Zhongheng was more cautious.

He respectfully stood aside and whispered, "Mr. Wu, are there any further instructions?"

"No. When it comes to the business you are more familiar with it than i am. So I have no further instructions. So carry on with your work

"Okay."

"Also, my information can be passed on to all the company bosses on Financial Street so they know. Others do not have to know. I don't want to cause too much trouble."

"Okay."

"You can go first."

Liu Zhongheng hurriedly bowed his head, turned around and left in a hurry.

As soon as he left, Wu Hao immediately relaxed in the luxurious leather sofa chair.

Like a dream.

Looking around, the luxurious office was a bit too much.

There are more than 300 square meters of office, there are valuable ornaments and precious paintings everywhere.

There is also a bar at the corner.

Dozens of bottles of wine are displayed in the cabinets.

All of them were not ordinary.

Wu Hao looked around, picked up his phone again, and recounted the amount of money he received in the bank's prompt message.

It was really more than 4.1 billion.

This is just one quarter's income.

This amount of money is already enough for an ordinary family to live off freely for a lifetime, right?

Wu Hao's hands and feet were a little numb with excitement, so he stood up and moved around the office, then came to the window and looked outside at the scenery.

The garden in the financial street is beautiful.

Financial white-collar workers with formal clothing and elegant postures could be seen everywhere.

All of them are working for the bosses, and all of them have to pay rent to themselves.

A sense of satisfaction arose in his heart.

People are all animals.

Wu Hao is no exception.

Now there is money ...

By the way, his company that had filed for bankruptcy should be able to be saved.

It was an accident before that caused the company's capital chain to break, and after paying out a large amount of debt, the company had to declare bankruptcy.

That was a kind of complex for Wu Hao.

Even though he can just lye down and collect rent till he dies, he just couldn't give up on the small business he had built up with his own hands.

Wu Hao hastily picked up his cell phone and quickly dialled a number.

"Hey, old Wan."

Old Wan who was called Wan Ming, is Wu Hao's college classmate, and also a partner in their business.

In these two years, old Wan was considered the only brother who never left.

"Mouse."

Old Wan's excited voice came over the phone.

"Lao Wan, you were asked to file for bankruptcy yesterday, did you go?"

Wu Hao asked quickly.

"Ha ha, mouse, I believe we will be saved, I have contacted an old classmate, he can help us out."

"Old classmate?"

Wu Hao was stunned.

"Oh, i won't tell you first. I'm driving and going to pick him up at the airport. mouse, you get ready, and get together later. Our luck has changed."

"Hey, Lao Wan, Lao Wan ..."

There was a phone busy beep on the phone.

It eventually cut the call.

Wu Hao blinked, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

An old classmate had come to Yanjing?

Who exactly is it?

And the person is so generous?

Wu Hao didn't really believe that there was a pie falling from the sky.

Who would have so much free money to finance a small company on the verge of bankruptcy?

Forget it, let's talk about it later.

All that was important was that Wan Ming hasn't declared bankruptcy yet.

Wu Hao's mood was incomparably comfortable.

Seeing that it was already noon, he calmed his excitement, picked up his phone, and turned around to leave his luxurious office building.

At noon, in the financial street he wanted to grab a bite.

After coming out, he swept eyes around.

There is a shopping center a few dozen meters away.

Wu Hao slowly strolled over.

When he entered the shopping centre, he immediately saw the sign marked that the whole basement floor was a food centere with a wide variety of snack stores.

Wu Hao excitedly rushed to the first floor.

He then arrived at a restaurant.

He went down and smelled the aroma of barbecued meat.

Amazing!

Around this time, the underground floor had a lot of people .

Men and women in suits.

And these people speak in a soft voice, showing a very high personal quality and connotation.

Wu Hao liked this kind of environment.

Although those people may also be pretending.

But in this kind of place, you have to pretend a little to be considered decent.

So after walking around, it apperared that only Wu Hao was dressed casually.

Casual jeans, sneakers, plus a white shirt.

Soon, he bought lunch.

Korean-style cold noodles.

One BBQ Australian blue lobster tail.

He ate cold noodles because it was too hot, he wanted to eat something cool.

He bought the grilled blue lobster tail because he had not eaten it before

This strange combination of lunch drew surprised looks from people around the area from time to time.

Korean-style cold noodles are very cheap.

Eighteen dollars a share.

But the roasted blue lobster tail costs 288.

The ordinary class of white-collar workers rarely go to eat that luxury lunch.

Wu Hao felt at ease.

He also did not care about people staring.

After sitting down and looking at the food in front of him, he suddenly remembered one thing and hastily took out his cell phone and dialed a number out.

"Hello, mom?"

"Son, what is it?"

A soft and sticky voice came from the phone.

Wu Hao's mother was called Lin Jing, a native of the north.

"Mom, I have good news for you."

"What's the good news? Are you finally seeing someone?"

"No."

"Then you won the lottery?"

Wu Hao sighed and said helplessly, "What you said is no where close. I'll say it straight, my company signed a big order and made some money. I'll transfer a million to you later, that will be enough to clear out the family's debts"

"How much?"

A scream suddenly came from the phone.

"Ahem, mom, you keep your voice down. It's just a million, you will pay off all the debts you owe. Although they are all relatives, it's not good to owe for a long time."

"Son, you ... are telling the truth?"

Lin Jing's voice is more or less trembling.

Promising children were one of the few things that old people considered important most in their lives.

Wu Hao heard a sharp gasping sound on the phone.

He knew that his mother must be very excited.

Wu Hao also swore in his heart that it was time for the old couple to live a comfortable life.