How did i become a god

The luxurious bedroom on the plane was a suite. Jing Gao helped Chen Qingshang change into her pajamas and covered her with a thin blanket. It's not convenient to go into details, but Qing Shuang was as beautiful as jade! When I turned out, I met the beautiful stewardess who brought two cups of warm water on a tray.

"Qing Frost is going to fall asleep. No need to send it in."

Ieng Gao admired the beautiful woman in the dark red stewardess uniform, with her hair, delicate face, slender and bumpy body, and flesh-colored stockings. Encouragingly, he said, "That was a good introduction, worthy of a reward. Add my WeChat."

Chen Mingniu smiled elegantly, "Mr. Jing, thank you for your praise. I will work even harder in the future." With modest words, but still honest hands, she took out her compact iPhone from the pocket of her uniform.

She had known that Mr. Inouye was very generous.

After adding WeChat, Mr. Jing transferred a 50,000 RMB tip to her and whispered in her ear in a good mood: "Xiao Chen, next time you can download a Phoenix Pay. The amount I can pay for my account in Phoenix Pay is higher than 200,000 per day."

Chen Meijiu's pretty face blushed slightly and whispered: "I'll think about it, Mr. Jing Gao."

I can't help but smile. It's fun to tease a mature woman. He believed that he would use the money to make this demure and elegant beauty lie down right now. But he was just being flirtatious.

On the one hand, Chen Qingshuang and Nie Yunxi are all on the plane. He is eating fast food to tarnish his image. If he wants to empty his inventory, the Qing Frost Beauty will be happy to serve him.

On the other hand, it's easy to ruin a woman's life by throwing money at her. Without the woman's initiative, it's evil! He, as a man of God, wants to control this aspect of his behavior.

Who can resist this temptation?

When he was working in the capital with a few thousand dollars a month, did he go to a job where a rich woman threw 500,000 dollars a night at him?

Frankly, he would really think about it a few times.

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Walking out of the bedroom, Inoue Gao is making a phone call in the dining area.

The Phoenix Group has been reorganized, and a significant portion of the staff of the Phoenix Fund's branch in Mordor will be merged into the group's headquarters. Only some of the staff will be retained to run the investment work.

The work on the Magic City side was originally handled by Jing Gao's assistant, Jiang Zi.

However, during the meeting years ago, he had already realized the shortcomings of his assistants. He intentionally released Jiang Zi. Originally, the career path he had planned for Jiang Zi's assistant was: Director of Integrity Compliance Department, Chief Financial Officer (CFO), and Chief Executive Officer (CEO) at Optimum.

But at a meeting in Chongming Island in March, almost everyone agreed that Jiang Zi should take the lead and be responsible for investigating the problem of Qingrong Pei, the head of Coolpad. Her career path took a turn for the worse.

The new CEO of the Phoenix Group, Jiang Zi, is a more suitable candidate to be the "anti-government and anti-profiteering" sword.

Jiang Zi's change in position involves a number of people. The company's former assistants such as Ruoxi Gu, Li Zhang, and Qingshang Chen are now part of her team, and the training of new employees has been transferred to the group's headquarters. Currently, one of Guan Yujia's assistants is in charge of the training. He is also the person in charge of Phoenix Group in Mordor.

The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to the public.

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In mid-April, the weather was sunny. In an alley somewhere in the capital, hanging the "Chinese special fund for the rescue of cultural relics lost overseas" in the courtyard, a few old men in an office discussion.

Among them, Professor Zhao was present. He is not an archaeologist, but he is very good at appreciating antiques.

This group of five of them is specifically responsible for the "Yuanmingyuan" related to the recovery of cultural relics. This time, a group of experts, professors are meeting to discuss new information.

"According to some news, the bronze statue of the dragon's head among the animal heads of the zodiac appeared in the estate of a private tycoon in the beautiful country...".

"It's over. It's going to be hard to get it back. Our terracotta warriors are on display over there, and we have to steal a finger. Oh, the city on top of the mountain, the beacon of civilization!"

"It would have been easier in France. You can contact them. Western private companies want to do business in the country and are willing to return them... Didn't the Pinot family donate the bronze rat heads and rabbit heads for free in '13? But the artifacts in Paris and London museums just can't be recovered. Mud! A bunch of bandits from a hundred years ago."

Professor Zhao pretended to be sick in February and took the opportunity to recuperate for a while, but he was in good spirits when he said: "Back then, Mr. Yan Fu said: "The evolution of the other tribe in the last three hundred years has only achieved the eight words 'killing for self-interest, oligarchy and shame'.

What else do we have to say? Some people shamelessly exhibit what they have stolen, and one of us has to keep a diary to be studied by future generations."

"Old Zhao, who keeps a diary for serious people?"

"Haha!"

Several of the old professors sitting at the office conference table laughed. But laughter aside, the heart of the grief and anger, unhappiness like a dark cloud on the heart.

For scholars in the field of culture, who wouldn't sigh in their hearts when such precious historical relics, outstanding treasures of Chinese civilization, were lost in another country? Who wouldn't be outraged?

Professor Zhao looked at his old friends and thought, "Well, let's use our connections to check the authenticity. As long as we find something, it's easy to say. I'll ask a friend to go and buy it back."

A rich old man said, "Old Zhao, who are you going to find? This level of cultural relic, the other side of the price of two or three hundred million are very normal."

In 2007, He Du Wang spent 69.1 million Hong Kong dollars to buy the horse's head. It's still out on tour. Nine years later, currency devaluation and other factors, it's entirely possible that the price has doubled.

You should know that in 2000, Poly Group spent 33 million Hong Kong dollars to buy the tiger, bull and monkey heads.

With the addition of the premium, it is possible for the price to exceed 200 million yuan.

Professor Zhao didn't say, "I don't vouch for it either. I won't vouch for it. I'll give it a try. Maybe I'll need some of you old men as lobbyists to contribute."

"That's no problem."

The atmosphere in the office relaxed a bit. Several people went on to discuss the matter further.

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On the third day after Jing Gao returned to the capital, he received a call from Professor Zhao: he would invite him to dinner, and after he finished his sketching practice, he would drive to the University of Trade and Industry.

Nie Yunxi had already prepared a proper gift for him. It was a piece of jade that was not expensive, but it was a fine piece of jade that could be used to carve a seal.

Zhao Shiyan opened the door, smiled and said, "Mr. Jing, welcome. My father was just telling me about you."

Jing Gao was a bit surprised to see Zhao Shiyan here. He was amazed to see how "rebellious" and princess-minded this woman was. He was amazed at how "rebellious" and princess-minded this woman was. She was delayed until she was thirty-six years old. Is this because Liao Rong's affair frightened her and she doesn't dare to play outside anymore? He handed her the gift, changed his slippers and went in the door.

With Chen Qingshang following him, Nie Yunxi naturally went next door to 2001, his residence, for a short rest.

He took Chen Qingshang with him today to sketch in Nangu Luo Alley outside the Chinese opera. He met up with Nie Yunxi in the middle of the day.

Professor Zhao is sunbathing on the balcony, and there is the sound of Nanny Chunlan stirring vegetables in the kitchen. Everything is full of life.

Professor Zhao walked in slowly with his crutches, smiling, "Xiaojing, come quickly. Old man, I have something to ask you today."

Jing Gao smiled, "Professor Zhao, it is rare for you to invite me to dinner. As soon as I answered the phone, I knew you had something to do."

Professor Zhao glared in feigned anger, "Just tell me if you want to help or not."

Ieng Gao did not let go of the ghostly Professor Zhao. He doesn't drop the handle. He said, "Professor Zhao, you have to say something first."