From the showdown to be a hundred billion gods

Jiang Chen looked at Zhang Bin. He knelt on the ground with an ugly smile on his face, like a husky.

"Brother Chen, I was wrong. If I lose this project, I will lose everything." Zhang Bin begged.

Jiang Chen said lightly: "Didn't you just say that I can't help you? Didn't you say that our brother's kindness has already been broken?"

Zhang Bin kept shaking his head: "We have been classmates for four years, and you are my brother in the upper bunk. How can I forget this love?"

"Yeah, you will not forget, but you will not take this situation seriously, the fourth child, there are not many people who can be called brothers in this life, and the third child has always regarded you as a brother. That's right. He paid him a salary, but what did he pay for you? How many times the salary you paid, why? Do you think he is stupid? He treats you as a brother, but what do you think of him?" Jiang Chen said coldly.

"I……"

"President Wang, you should know what to do with the rest."

Jiang Chen said, standing up and walking outside.

"Brother Chen, I was wrong, I was wrong." Zhang Bin shook his body and quickly pleaded.

However, Jiang Chen left without looking back.

Without this project, there is only one way waiting for Zhang Bin, which is bankruptcy.

After dealing with this matter, Jiang Chen took a deep breath.

Third, you can rest in peace.

The company you have struggled with, I will buy it back for you.

Your wife will have 45 percent of the shares, and this money can ensure that your wife and children will have a worry-free future.

As for Zhang Bin, he once gave a chance, but his greedy character will not change.

Jiang Chen would not keep a wolf by his side.

Youth!

At this moment, Jiang Chen's cell phone rang.

"Chenchen, your mother and I decided to go back to our hometown for a while. You have to take good care of your sister."

"Parents, our house used to be small, but now our house is a big villa, why are you going back to your hometown?"

"Hey, your mother and I don't like the hustle and bustle of big cities, but the air in our hometown is fresh."

Every year, parents spend more than half of their time in their old homes for a period of time.

In his memory, his family was very poor, his parents were both working class, and he traveled frequently.

Sometimes, he is the only one to take care of his sister at home.

So I'm used to it.

"Dad and son are rich now, don't worry, I can spend money for you and mom to travel around the world."

"That won't work. The money you earn has to be saved to marry a wife." The father said with a smile.

After a few seconds of silence, Jiang Chen remembered the sad story that Lin Xuaner had pretended to tell and joked: "Dad, by the way, I had a dream last night. I dreamed that I was a rich second generation. A lot of money, you and mom have always been to test me and sharpen me."

The opposite dad was silent for a few seconds and then said: "Son, your father had done this kind of dream. I also told your grandfather at that time. I'll pass your grandfather's golden words to you."

"What?"

Jiang Shihao: "If you feel uncomfortable at leisure, find something to do, so you don't have to daydream when you are tired."

Jiang Chen: "..."

"Okay, your mother and I went to the field to grow vegetables, we didn't hang up beforehand."

"Ok……"

Jiang Chen sighed. It seems that the story is a story after all. Fortunately, he doesn't have to be afraid. Although he doesn't have a tyrant's father, he has a tyrant system.

...

In the Financial Building, a five-hundred-square-meter luxury office, a middle-aged man hung up the phone.

He frowned as he looked at the information sent by him.

The boss of Royal Entertainment Group, the 35% majority shareholder of Yida Group, the 35% majority shareholder of China Airlines, and the owner of Tiandu Law Firm.

...

"This old lady, tell him not to be too hasty, but she still can't wait."

So he dialed his wife's phone.

"Hey, wife, our son called me just now and asked if our family is a rich second generation, did you secretly help him?"

"No, how could I possibly, don't you say that your son needs to be poor?"

"Well, yes, look at the son of the Lao Wang family, who is mingled with a group of Internet celebrities every day, and the son of the Lao Li family is in prison."

"Forget it, you are right to do that. Now that he is old, he should indeed give him some resources for him to experience."

"Okay, I have to think hard about how to make that kid grow up healthily. Don't be too crooked, so I can pick up my class in the future and hang up the phone first."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Shihao looked at the towering buildings outside Kyoto, his thoughts returned to his youth.

At the beginning, his dream was to be a gynecologist.

For this reason, he specializes in medicine, and even when he entered the college entrance examination, he carefully filled in the gynecology major of Kyoto Medical University in his volunteer book.

However, when he got the admission notice, Jiang Chen's grandfather told him an amazing secret.

It turns out that their family is a local tyrant, and then he inherited his grandfather's estate.

His dream of Poe was shattered and he inherited the family business. From then on, his dream of a gynecologist could only be hidden in his heart.

Although he lives in a villa and rides in a luxury car, he is not happy at all.

He hasn't struggled, he hasn't worked hard, but he got all the others wanted.

Only, he lost his dream.

So he made up his mind to let his son live for his dream.

"My son, my father's tragedy must never happen to you!"

But this kid, how good is it to be an actor?

No, definitely not let this kid enter the entertainment circle.

The entertainment industry is smoggy, in case it gets polluted.

After thinking about it, Lao Jiang dialed Jiang Linger's number.

"Ling'er, dad told you one thing, in fact, our family is a local tyrant."

"Dad, find something to do when I'm idle, otherwise it's easy to daydream."

"Girlfriend, what I said is true..."

"Dad, I'm in the finals now, I'm busy talking for a while."

Jiang Shihao: "..."

She was even despised by her daughter.

No, this face must be recovered.

So Jiang Shihao transferred a sum of money to Jiang Linger.

No more than one million.

It also read: "The girl wronged you before, and you will be Bai Fumei from today."

Jiang Linger was beaten to death in the finals, and then saw a text message.

Account number 6270 will transfer 1,000,000 yuan to your bank card of 8868.

Jiang Ling'er knocked the seeds, who was so boring, sending fraudulent text messages.

Then she deleted it directly.

Hey, poor, if you have money to buy a Maserati, how cool is it to drive a Maserati?

At this time, the phone rang again.

"Girl, have you received the money?"

"Dad, don't be joking, you have to be rich, buy me a Martha, other anchors have Martha, but I don't have a low death."

"No problem, wait a while."

Buzzing!

A Maserati quickly parked downstairs.

Then the door was knocked: "Are you Miss Jiang Linger?"

"Yeah? Something?"

"Oh, I sent you the car. Mr. Jiang just ordered a Maserati for you. Please check it."

When Jiang Linger ran downstairs and saw Maserati, she was shocked.

Jiang Linger quickly dialed the phone: "Dad, this..."

"Girl, my father has a showdown. Actually, your dad and I are a local tyrant, Linger, do something for dad!"

"I heard that your brother is going to make a movie. You also know that the entertainment industry is so messy. What should you do if your brother has to learn? Isn’t his acting career over?"

"No, that's my brother!" Jiang Linger refused directly.

"One million pocket money a month." Jiang Shihao said lightly.

"Well, the entertainment industry is too dirty, dad, don't worry, I will save my brother from the quagmire of the entertainment industry." Jiang Linger said righteously.