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Chapter 1107
There was chaos in the office when Feng Yuanjun's cell phone rang suddenly.

"Hey?"

He hid in the corner and answered the phone angrily.

"Hello, Mr. Feng, I'm the account manager of the bank."

The loan is down, damn it, isn't this too evil?

Just now, he was afraid that the workers would hurt him, so he tightly held the talisman Wu Daoyou gave him in his hand, and prayed in his heart that God would bless him.

Hey!The Buddha appeared, and the loan that could have been approved for a week could be paid today.

The workers followed closely behind him, went to the bank, obediently took the money and paid them wages, and then resolved the crisis of being beaten.

Oh shit!He is now a polished commander, and his assistants have all run away, and he doesn't want to work for him.

Feeling upset, I found a tavern and ordered two taels of white wine and half a catty of beef.

After the dishes were served, he smiled wryly.

When old man Su was alive, he lived this kind of life every day, drinking a little wine and eating a little meat, he was happier than a god.

"Boss, you lost your things. I chased you for half a street and finally found you."

A young man came and put a bunch of keys on the table.

"Do you think this is yours?"

"Why is it in your hands?" Feng Yuanjun hurriedly took it over and checked it carefully. It was safe, and the keys were all there.

but……

"You won't take my key and secretly make an identical one?"

The young man opened his mouth wide in surprise, "Boss, why do you think this way? Why should I get your key? I don't even know who you are, even if I do it secretly, I shouldn't follow you. Let's see where your house lives. ? So that you can steal your belongings when there is no one else?"

Feng Yuanjun was speechless after being refuted.

"Where did you find it?"

"On the bank floor."

Maybe it fell off when it was torn with the workers.

"What's your name?"

"Oh, forget about the name, put away your things, and I'm leaving."

"Don't go yet, it's noon, I'll treat you to dinner, I can't let you go for nothing."

The young man sat down, and Feng Yuanjun asked the boss to serve an extra bowl of noodles.

"Boss, do you have this for lunch?"

"What? Do you think it's shabby?"

"That's not what I mean. I eat noodles every day because I think you are the big boss. Eating this doesn't match your status."

When you're in a bad mood, it's good to have someone to talk to and relieve your boredom.

"What's your name?"

"Boss, my surname is Bao, and my name is Bao Chunlei."

"Bao Han Chunlei, that's not a good name at all."

"Hey, when my mother gave birth to me, it happened to be a thunderbolt, and a humble name is easy to support."

"What do you do?"

"Salesman, running around doing business, working hard." Bao Chunlei smiled self-deprecatingly.

"How much money can I make a month? Is it a lot?"

Bao Chunlei smiled embarrassedly, "Oh, I don't earn a lot, it's all hard money. In front of the boss, my little money is not worth mentioning."

"What are you doing with me?"

Bao Chunlei was taken aback, "Boss, what business are you doing?"

"real estate."

"Ah? So it's the real estate boss." Bao Chunlei hurriedly stood up, rubbing his big hands awkwardly.

"You sit, you sit, a poor and down-to-earth real estate agent, as for scaring you like that?"

"The boss is really good at joking. Just now I saw you in the bank paying wages to employees. It can be seen that you have made a lot of money and spent a lot of money."

"Okay, it's just your sweet mouth."

"Come on, boss, I offer you a toast."

Bao Chunlei filled him with wine and handed it over with both hands. Feng Yuanjun was very pleased with his respectful demeanor.

"From now on, if you work with me, I will give you 1000 yuan a month, isn't it better than running your business all day long?"

(End of this chapter)