Su Su quickly walked over, dripping wet with water. She walked a bit like a swan, looking confident and elegant, but her gaze was far too powerful, if she had a gun in her hand. , Is a killer.

Seeing Gao Leng, she frowned slightly, went to the waiter and wrapped her in a big bath towel.

Gao Leng was already dressed as a beast in her mind.

"President Su, long time no see." Peng Jiaqi quickly stretched out his hand, grinning a little, but showing some caution.

"Peng, when we cooperated, how did your design improve in the later stage? My assistant has been looking for you several times. The place on the beam and column of the design drawing, I marked, has three millimeters to be revised." Su Su wrinkled. Frowning, stretch out your hand, just touch your fingertips lightly to shake hands.

"Change, change, it's already being changed, three millimeters...well, I'm going to send the changes to you soon, oh no, to your assistant." Peng Jiaqi almost nodded his head, as if facing an enemy He wiped his sweat, looked at Gao Leng, and hurriedly pulled him over to block the gunfire: "I'm not going to talk about official business today, this brother wants to invite you a Tai Sui back."

"Tai Sui, please?" Su Suyan raised his eyebrows, took a glass of wine, and sat on the sofa. He glanced at Gao Leng, and subconsciously looked under his stomach.

Not to mention, Su Su’s gaze really makes people feel like being pointed at by a gun. Highly cold, as long as his **** is tilted back, he puts his gun away. It’s good for him to wear a formal suit. Niu was about to roll her eyes again, Gao Leng thought.

"Yes, I want to buy some superb suet white Tai Sui, I don't know if there is President Su?" Gao Leng took a few steps forward, his words were urgent, and he was a little anxious. If Su Su didn't have any, there would be no way, Mu Xiao Leng is expected to be tossed to death by him tonight.

"Yes, yes." Su Su smiled lightly.

"Look at it, I said Mr. Su has it." When Peng Jiaqi heard this, he quickly took over and winked at Gao Leng: "President Su has more, Gao Leng, you just say you want as much, less. Mr. Su doesn’t bother to move, right, Mr. Su?"

"That's right, when I talk about these rare and rare things in my circle of friends, Mr. Su has the most in his hand, Gao Leng, you are safe." Huang Cong also quickly helped.

Gao Leng looked at these two people. They were supposedly big men. After Huang Cong became a rich man, how did he meet Su Su and the mouse and the cat?

"The five-hundred-year-old super mutton white is 18 catties, is there any?" Gao Leng said.

"Isn't it in five hundred years, it's a lot of it in 800 years, eighteen catties?" Su Su looked at him up and down, seemingly surprised, but still nodded calmly: "Yes."

"How much?" When Gao Leng heard this, he was overjoyed and let out a long sigh of relief. The 800-year-old is better than the 500-year-old, and the effect is better.

"One hundred thousand and one tael." Su Su said loudly, "Now give the money, and I will take you home immediately. If it weren't for watching Mr. Huang and Mr. Peng speak for you, I wouldn't buy it for most people, and I don't have much money."

She was right. If it weren't for Huang Cong's face, she would not sell it, but, one hundred thousand twelve...

This price is really against the sky.

"Mr. Su." Huang Cong signaled Gao Leng not to speak, and took her bottle to fill her with a glass of wine: "Gao Leng is my buddy, just a working-class person, can you be like President Peng in terms of price? Sell ​​me face for a friendly price?"

Su Sulue looked at Gao Leng in surprise. It is really rare for Huang Cong to talk about the price. She thought about it. It seems that Gao Leng and Huang Cong have a close relationship. There is no need to embarrass Huang Cong for those two small dollars. The red wine glass in his hand shook, and he raised a toast to Huang Cong and said, "Mr. Huang always has to give his face. Besides, Reporter Gao and I have the next planning and cooperation. That's good, 21,000, this It’s the lowest price."

Twenty thousand and twelve, eight hundred years old mutton fat is indeed a bargain, and Peng Jiaqi’s eyes shine brightly. This resale is money.

"Remove the fraction of 3.96 million, and 3.9 million is good." Su Su took a sip of red wine and got ready to get up. Four million is not a small amount, she doesn't believe Gao Leng can afford it.

"Okay." Gao Leng answered without saying a word.

"Hey, Reporter Gao is very wealthy and decisive. I like to talk about business like this, unlike someone, who is just a thousand times, three or four times." Su Su said, slightly teasing Looking at Peng Jiaqi, Peng Jiaqi smiled awkwardly.

Of course, you have to be cautious about the thousands of businesses. Not everyone is Su Su. He is 22 years old. He is the chairman and helm of Huantai Group at a young age, with assets of hundreds of billions.

"But I only have two million dollars in cash. Wait a minute." Gao Leng said, and took out his cell phone from his pocket to call Jian Xiao Shan.

"Hey, Gao Leng, what's the matter?" Jian Xiaoshan quickly answered the phone.

"I called you six hundred thousand, you call me first."

"Okay, is six hundred thousand enough? If it is not enough, I still have a deposit, I have five hundred thousand." Jian Xiaodan didn't ask anything else, and there was a hint of nervousness in his words. He instinctively told her that Gao Leng could take the initiative to call. Money must be difficult.

"No, thank you." Gao Leng said quickly, feeling deeply moved. It was not easy to get a simple amount of money, and he was willing to borrow money without asking. Such friends are rare.

After hanging up the phone, Gao Leng figured it out, and it was still a lot worse. It seemed that if it didn't work, he could only sell the house.

Is it worth selling the house? Mu Xiaolen's wish, Little Witch's injury, is worth it.

Things that can be solved with money are not things. This is a high-cold concept.

Huang Cong listened to him. As soon as Gao Leng hung up the phone, he pulled him aside and asked incomprehensibly: "Gao Leng, when you and I wanted the live broadcast rights, you gave out two million and two hundred thousand. The card, you even pressed out the house, it was for your career, I can understand, what are you doing with all your belongings?"

Gao Leng thought for a while and bought it to eat. This is the truth. But if he answers like this, Huang Cong probably doesn't believe it, so he sighed and said: "Anyway, I have to get a Tai Sui tonight. jin."

Huang Cong took a close look at him. He knew how cold he was, and he knew that he could move his family out. He must have encountered difficulties.

Huang Cong thought for a while, laughed, stretched out his hand on Gao Leng's shoulder and said: "After the birthday broadcast, I said that you planned well this time and gave me enough face. How much is Huang Cong's face worth? Money, do you remember."

Gao Leng nodded, Huang Cong did say this.

"President Su, I have the money, now I will take Huang Cong to your house to take the Tai Sui." Huang Cong turned around and touched Su Su's wine glass: "I will ask the assistant to send you the money in a while."

When Su Su heard this, she opened her lips quite unexpectedly. She looked at Gao Leng again carefully, so that Huang Cong could come forward and pay the money. What is this person's background? she thinks.

What Gao Leng wanted to say, Huang Cong shook his head at him: "My Huang Cong's face is far more than worth the money. I will make you a friend."

"Let's go." Susuli stood up, doing things without any muddles: "I will drive you back to my house to take Tai Sui."

Gao Leng looked at her unexpectedly. She saw that she was a beast in clothing, so she dared to drive herself home alone? !

"Gao Leng, you have to be careful." When Peng Jiaqi heard it, he quickly pulled Gao Leng aside: "I heard that the last time she was shopping in the mall, she met a mopping man who touched her buttocks, Nima, that kid was caught by her. I used ten centimeters of high-heeled shoes to make honeycomb briquettes. Tsk tsk tsk tsk." Peng Jiaqi shook his head exaggeratedly, full of fear: "To be honest, for the first time I sympathize with a wretched man."