"You mean, he broke the news that we were going to build a Holiday Inn to the media in advance?"

Jiang Hua couldn't laugh or cry.

"Jiang Sheng, will this disrupt your original plan?"

Shu Wenjun asked worriedly.

Zheng Shaoxuan said that wind is like rain, and when he thought of it, Shu Wenjun was a step too slow and did not hold him back.

"It doesn't matter. Even if they know about it in advance, I still have to repair the Holiday Inn. If it is exposed in advance, it will not have any impact on our plan."

Jiang Hua's move was originally aimed at Wang Ke, so he didn't mind if he knew about it in advance.

At this time, Wang Ke was meeting with a mysterious guest. He was Xue Tao, who was known as a master of capital operations.

"Mr. Wang, our cooperation is a strong alliance. With the endorsement of your project, I can raise more funds in a short period of time."

Xue Tao is in his early thirties and has a naturally smiling face. Anyone who sees him will feel that he is very friendly.

"Mr. Xue, you are using our real estate as a cover, shouldn't you show some sincerity?"

Wang Ke held a cigar in his hand, leaned on the sofa, and said lazily.

These days, even if you engage in illegal fund-raising and empty talk, it is difficult to do it. Besides, Xue Tao plays a relatively high-end game and needs to use real projects to make a big pie for the leeks.

The real estates and hotels under construction in Wang Ke's hands were undoubtedly projects that looked promising. It was precisely because of this that Xue Tao hoped to cooperate with Wang Ke.

"No problem, the 50 million yuan will arrive tomorrow, but I have a small request."

Xue Tao is not alone. There is a huge organization behind him. Everyone performs their own duties and cooperates with each other. He is just the spokesperson who was pushed out.

"Mr. Xue, please tell me."

Wang Ke took a puff of his cigar. He actually guessed Xue Tao's request and was hesitating whether to agree or not.

"I want to take a small stake in Pinnacle Real Estate, so that we can become our own people and cooperate more closely."

Xue Tao said with a smile.

Those who engage in capital operations generally do not involve physical investment. They run around the country, using the guise of investment and financial management to attract leeks to their doorsteps. After harvesting a wave, they immediately change places.

But these projects of Wang Ke have so much potential, and there are many stories to tell. For people like him, projects with stories to tell represent a huge source of money, and people like to listen to his stories.

“Mr.

Wang Ke flicked the ashes from his cigarette and said bluntly.

"Mr. Wang, wealth can only be gained through risk. Is there any business in this world that does not require risks?"

Master Han, who was sitting nearby, leisurely drinking tea and reading the newspaper, suddenly said something.

Xue Tao had promised him that as long as he could reach cooperation with Wang Ke, he would give him an introduction fee of five million.

Master Han is the kind of person who can scrape flesh off a mosquito's legs, and five million dollars is definitely not a mosquito's legs to him.

"Mr. Xue, if this is not the case, if you can help me raise 200 million, I can consider letting you become a shareholder."

Now that Wang Ke's business has expanded and banks no longer give him loans, he is in urgent need of new capital inflows.

"I need to go back and discuss this."

Xue Tao hesitated. Two hundred million dollars was too much. He was just a spokesperson and needed to go back and discuss with the boss behind it.

"Okay, now that we've finished talking about the business, it's entertainment time. Mr. Xue, don't say I didn't give you a chance. If you can knock me down at the wine table, everything can be easily discussed."

Wang Ke said in a arrogant tone.

The place where they were chatting was a private room in a nightclub. After Wang Ke snapped his fingers, the escort girls in cheongsam lined up and walked in with winking eyes.

"Mr. Wang, you haven't ordered me for a long time. I've learned a new cocktail. I'll make it for you to try later?"

"Mr. Wang, you praised me for my good massage last time. I spent money to learn the technique from a master, and I also learned a lot from a blind master."

Wang Ke is a regular visitor here, and the waiters all know that he is generous, so after entering the private room, they all gathered around him.

"Mr. Xue, how are you? I said before that the girls in this nightclub are of high quality. Did I not lie to you?"

Wang Ke said proudly and with a bit of showoff.

In the past, when they had gatherings in the yamen circle, Sha Ping was the protagonist, and he was just a supporting role.

But since he founded Pinnacle Real Estate and became the CEO of the group, his life has changed dramatically.

Now even if Sha Ping is standing in front of him, he can still say arrogantly: "Old Sha, what you played before is too outdated. Follow my brother and I will definitely give you a lot of experience."

Even Master Han, who usually seemed like a fairy and a serious person, couldn't stand the temptation of these flirtatious girls and took the initiative to pull one into his arms.

Since he came to Qiongzhou, he hasn't contacted Zhang Keqing for a long time. Recently, he hooked up with a pretty widow who owned a cigarette shop, and the two of them got tired of being together every day.

The next day, the clothes customized by Jiang Hua finally arrived, and the filming of the promotional video officially began.

Tennis wear, which is very common in later generations, is undoubtedly very trendy in this era. In terms of aesthetics, it directly beats the old-fashioned sportswear of this era.

"Mr. Jiang, aren't you just fooling around? How can you play volleyball in such a short skirt?"

Hu Jing had a dark face and the attitude of a fighter fighting against the sky, the earth, and the air.

"Making a promotional video is not a competition. Coach Hu is overthinking it."

When Jiang Hua saw this remaining fighter, he felt a headache. He immediately winked at Wu Yu and asked her to send Hu Jing away.

"Coach Hu, actually I am also very interested in volleyball. Is it too late to start practicing now?"

Wu Yu was in a hurry and couldn't think of any good excuse to get Hu Jing away, so she pretended to be a volleyball lover and went up to ask for advice.

"You are a little short even for playing table tennis, so let's forget about playing volleyball."

Hu Jing looked at Wu Yu with disgust, "..."

Wu Yu felt that she had been hit by a critical attack, and turned her eyes towards Jiang Hua with resentment. She was completely blocking the thunder for him, otherwise the target of this leftover fighter would be Mr. Jiang.

"Well done, hold on, I'll leave her to you."

Jiang Hua secretly gave a thumbs up, gave Wu Yu an encouraging look, and motioned for her to wrap her around Hu Jing.

Wu Yu smiled bitterly in her heart. She really didn't want to be with Hu Jing. There was no difference in the lethality of this remaining fighter between men and women.

But Jiang Hua is the boss, and she has to complete the tasks he assigned.

"Coach Hu, I see that your skin has been a little dry recently. How about I recommend a cosmetic to you? It's very easy to use."

Wu Yu forced a smile on her face, looking for something to say.

"Thank you for your kindness. After seeing your skin, I know that the cosmetics you use must be inferior. I, a middle-aged woman, have paler skin than you."

Hu Jing refused.

She felt that in addition to genetics, cosmetics might also play a part in Wu Yu's dark appearance.

"..."

Wu Yu, died!

Jiang Hua was discussing with Li Mingyue what needed to be paid attention to when shooting, and then he saw Hu Jing walking towards this side.

"What's the situation? Didn't Wu Yu pester her?"
Chapter completed!