Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 854, Chapter 868 [Those who have eyes but do not know Mount Tai]
Angel security company, VIP reception room——
A white and fat male manager is sitting on the desk with his legs crossed, with a phone in his hand, sitting on a swivel chair and turning around, talking on the phone in a leisurely manner——
"Oh, dear Catherine, to be honest, how about I go to your house tonight? Your husband is not at home, he was so fierce last time, fortunately I escaped by lying under the bed alertly... What, he went to Singapore I'm off to work, wow, I'm so happy!"

"How about this, Catherine, I'll go to your house tonight and bring red wine, there are thousands of bottles of French Bordeaux red wine——I know you like red wine, and I prepared it for you... You prepare some steaks, Salad, the two of us, have a candlelight dinner together, and then have a good time..."

"I know, I know, you miss me, and I miss you too, how do you say that sentence, 'If the two loves last for a long time, how can they be in the day and night', ha ha, am I reading poetry? Very sexy? Uh, one more? Then 'this feeling can be regarded as a memory, but it was lost at the time', wow, have you been touched? So good, come on, pop one! Tsk——!"

Suddenly, with a creak, the door opened.

The fat manager was startled when he saw Song Zhichao barging in. He tried his best to put down his stubby legs that were hanging on the table, coughed a few times, pretended to be serious and said a few more words to the phone in his hand before hanging up.

After hanging up the phone, the fat manager straightened his posture, made a tower shape with his hands, and smiled warmly enough to make you feel like a spring breeze on his face, and said to Song Zhichao: "Hello, dear guest, please sit down!" Very polite He stretched out his hand to gesture to the sofa opposite.

Song Zhichao had no scruples and just sat down.

The fat man ran out from behind the table, made a cup of coffee for Song Zhichao graciously, and asked Song Zhichao how many spoonfuls of sugar he would like to add.

Song Zhichao stretched out a finger.

"A scoop? Yes."

I have to say that this fat man is pretty good at brewing coffee. He quickly served the coffee and said to Song Zhichao, "Sir, please have a taste. This is the coffee I brewed specially for you."

This cup of coffee may not be as delicious as the one brewed by the siphon in the bar outside the leisure area, but the person who brews it is the fat man in front of him, so the meaning is different.

Everyone knows it.

Seeing that the fat man was so attentive, Song Zhichao nodded to express his gratitude.

The fat man returned to his original position, and then sat upright again, asking Song Zhichao solemnly: "Dear customer, what can I do to help you?"

Song Zhichao smiled and thought the fat man was very interesting, so he said, "Of course I came here to hire bodyguards."

"You are right, our Angel Security Company is serving customers like you—Angel Angel, your safety is guaranteed! Sir, please let me take a look at your VIP recommendation form—"

Song Zhichao: "Uh, what form?"

The fat man thought that Song Zhichao was a big customer. Although he was surprised at his youth, he still smiled like a spring breeze and said, "It's the form you filled out outside. If you are a VIP customer, you will have a VIP recommendation..."

"I haven't." Song Zhichao said simply.

Fatty: "..."

His expression froze for a moment.

"Sir, are you kidding me?"

"I didn't joke." Song Zhichao habitually stretched out the little finger of his left hand, scratched his left eyebrow, and said, "I really came here to ask your company to help introduce bodyguards. As for whether I am a VIP, is it that important?" ?”

The fat man's entire fat face twitched, and his face was a little distorted: "Excuse me, sir, I may understand now... You just broke in rashly, didn't you? You don't know that this is a VIP reception room, and a manager at my level Do people only accept VIP customers who are worth billions?"

Song Zhichao smiled, lifted the handle of the coffee cup with the index finger and middle finger of his right hand, took a sip of the coffee, but felt that the coffee was extremely bitter in his throat, and said, "You're half right——uh, I am indeed I broke in rashly, but I know this is the VIP customer area, and a manager like you is exactly what I need..."

The fat man got a little impatient, got up to see off the guest and said: "I'm sorry, my dear customer, no matter what you say, the principle is the principle—it's a pity that I can't serve you!"

Fatty had already seen that Song Zhichao might be a psychopath, and he didn't know why he broke into this place, and even hired bodyguards here - such a person needs to go to Qingshan Mental Hospital.

Song Zhichao smiled, put down the coffee cup, raised Erlang's legs, and although he was sitting, he looked at the fat man with a disdainful look and said, "Do you think I'm not qualified?"

Fatty: "..."

It felt like an indescribably intimidating aura suddenly appeared on the young man (lunatic) in front of him.

Unable to swallow a mouthful of saliva, the fat manager said, "That's not what it means, it's because the company has..."

Before he could say the words "rules and regulations", Song Zhichao stretched his hand into his bosom, took out a business card very handsomely, and handed it over.

Fatty: "..."

Startled again, but stretched out his hand involuntarily—— still caught the business card handed over by Song Zhichao with both hands.

The fat man looked at the business card with some suspicion in his heart——it was bronzed, with the beautiful dragon pattern on the edge of the Han Dynasty, which looked simple and elegant, sprinkled with men's perfume, the fragrance was elegant but mellow, like the special smell of a gentleman ...

The fat man looked at the business card in his hand, no matter how you looked at it, it seemed very expensive; on the top of the business card, there was nothing messy, only three large characters: Song Zhichao, and then the mobile phone number on the bottom of the business card.

Fatty: "..."

Obviously a little confused, because he has received many bigwigs with status and status, but he has never seen such a special business card.

"Song Zhichao? Song Zhichao?" The fat manager said silently several times in his mind. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and his heart skipped a beat, as if he had remembered something. Then he stared at Song Zhichao sitting on the sofa with a very serious expression. eccentric.

Song Zhichao looked at him, leaned slightly, picked up the cup of coffee, and took another sip—well, it was still bitter but very mellow.

The fat manager took a deep breath and even stretched out his hand to pat his fat face. Then he calmed down and asked in a trembling tone, "You are Song...Song Zhichao? The one who founded Huatou Bank—the Hong Kong Stock God?"

For countless Hong Kong people, Song Zhichao may not know about the establishment of Wanda Foreign Trade, the establishment of Wanda Electronics, and the establishment of Wanxin Investment; but there are two things that must be known——
First, Song Zhichao swept the Hong Kong entertainment circle and single-handedly created the huge film empire of the Hong Kong Film Group;
Second, second, the establishment of the Hong Kong Huatou Bank has enabled Chinese businessmen in Hong Kong to completely get rid of the shackles of foreign banks, and beat Soros, the international giant, in the financial stock market in one fell swoop.

The fat manager is not the reception lady outside who has not seen much of the world. Since he is committed to serving the upper class in Hong Kong, he certainly knows a lot about the rich and famous in Hong Kong's wealth industry.

Even though Song Zhichao always likes to keep a low profile, how can he escape the eyes of this fat manager who "sees everything clearly".

Facing the fat manager's question, Song Zhichao smiled lightly and remained silent.

But this aura, this attitude, and this nonchalant attitude seemed to have given the fat manager the answer he wanted.

As an excellent VIP account manager who has been "professional licking buttocks for 20 years", the fat man immediately upgraded his warm smile like a spring breeze to a smile that is as good as seeing his father, and said to Song Zhichao respectfully: "It's my pleasure to serve you, dear Mr. Song Zhichao!"

Song Zhichao's mouth curled up, he put down his coffee cup, and said, "That's good, now please help me recommend two bodyguards I can trust!

The fat man raised his chest and protruded his belly: "Don't worry, my recommendation will never disappoint you!"

(End of this chapter)