The richest man starts with mining

Chapter 27 Finding a place to write a review

Decoration Street doesn't have many secrets.

It took only half an hour for Feilong to decorate 11 orders, and the news spread on this street in just half an hour.

Qian Jun's face was livid.

He also wanted to sell Feilong Decoration, but in the blink of an eye, the other party placed twelve orders.

11 all-inclusive, free log custom-made furniture, such a price, they can make a profit?
They definitely cut corners on materials.

If the decoration does not deduct money from the materials, it will not make money.

Generally speaking, decoration company material suppliers and customers eat at both ends.

The more materials purchased, the more rebates and lower costs.

If you deduct a little from the decoration process, you can make a lot of money in a year.

"After working in the company for two years, I haven't learned other skills, but I have learned all the skills of stealing and cheating." Qian Jun stood by the window and looked at Feilong Decoration, "Just wait, the good show is yet to come!"

Meanwhile, Jason decorates.

Cui Mingya accepted Zhao Ming.

"Damn Song Qian, you deliberately set me up and got me fired, and I didn't even get my salary!" Zhao Ming cursed angrily.

Cui Mingya said: "This kid is playing tricks, don't look at his honesty on the surface, it's all just pretending."

After suffering a big loss, Cui Mingya learned to behave, "Qian Jun, Song Qian, these two are the same kind of people. We were kicked out, and they contributed a lot. We can't let them have such a good time."

Zhao Ming gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, we can't let them go so easily."

Cui Mingya sneered, "I have a lot of black material about Dasheng in my hand, you find a chance to tell it out, first mess up Dasheng's internal affairs, and then blame Song Qian."

Zhao Ming's eyes became brighter, "What a good idea!"

"If you finish this job, I'll let you be the minister. Jason's strength is much stronger than Dasheng's!" Cui Mingya coaxed.

Zhao Ming nodded, "President Cui, this matter is on my shoulders!"

At noon, He Mengting finally asked Song Qian out.

Song Qian is wearing a Gucci suit and Vacheron Constantin on his hands, with a superb temperament.

"Song Qian, why didn't you reply to my message last night?"

Song Qian put the wingman on the table, just at this moment, the screen lit up, and He Mengting saw several unread messages, all from girls.

"Too busy with work, no time to come back!" Song Qian called the waiter and ordered a set meal for one person.

He Mengting thought to herself, work?

Are you busy playing games with girls?
She can now be sure that everything before Song Qian was a disguise.

"Are you still mad at me?"

He Mengting approached Song Qian, "Oh, I have already apologized to you, do you still want me to give you a review?"

Song Qian said with a half-smile: "Yes, I have never seen your review before!"

He Mengting was a little embarrassed, "Well, there are so many people here, why don't we find a quiet place and I can write slowly?"

That's not implied, it's almost explicit.

He Mengting has a figure of 86 points, otherwise, Song Qian would not have taken a fancy to her.

"It's not good, lonely men and widows, it's easy to misfire!"

He Mengting covered her mouth and smiled, "You are a good person, I believe in you."

God is such a good man!
Song Qian smiled and said: "I believe in myself, I'm afraid you are not a good person!"

A trace of sullenness flashed in He Mengting's eyes, and finally turned into a coquettish voice, "Who is not a good person?"

"you!"

"Answer wrong, answer again!"

"It's still you!" Song Qian said while cutting the steak gracefully.

He Mengting didn't know how to answer, "You, I ignore you!"

She picked up her satchel and left straight away, walking so slowly that an ant could be trampled to death, thinking, "Call me, hurry up"

However, when she walked to the door, Song Qian was still eating the steak leisurely, and had no intention of calling her back at all.

The angry He Mengting stomped her feet and left directly.

Song Qian glanced at the door, he was really not interested in such low-level tricks.

He just wanted to have a match with He Mengting without talking about feelings, how could there be so many tricks.

After eating the tens of thousands of steaks slowly, Song Qian picked up his phone and looked at it.

Jiang Xiaoli and He Liu sent him a message, but he just skipped it.

Xu Jinyi sent a message asking if he was free to accompany her to the class reunion in two days.

Song Qian replied: "Check the time, I will accompany you when I have time!"

Women, just want to hang!

It's over, and there is a message from his father, "Xiaoqian, your sister-in-law's family has requested to hold a wine in the Dingsheng Building. This year, your grandmother wrestled and had an operation, and bought a dowry for your sister. Dad is a little tight. You Can you lend me 2 yuan?"

Seeing this news, Song Qian blamed himself a little.

Their family is not bad, and their parents are regular workers in public institutions.

They have always been the only ones who subsidize themselves, and borrow money from themselves, which means that they really have no money.

His sister's wife is good, and her family is well-off, and she is also a family of tens of millions in the local area.

But his sister-in-law's family is a bit snobbish, and her sister is married with a son, and their family feels that her sister kidnapped her brother-in-law with her child, and they have always been unhappy.

Because their family helped their brother-in-law introduce a woman of the right family, but his brother-in-law is a dedicated person and would not agree with anything.

Reluctantly, they agreed to get married.

It made her sister seem unable to get married.

Song Qian knew at the beginning that he couldn't be angry. If his sister was pregnant and her brother-in-law turned to her, he would not agree to anything.

"Dad, the grade of the Dingsheng Building is too low. Let my sister come to Jinlin Villa in the urban area to hold a wedding. I will prepare the wedding car and give me the dowry. I will transfer 100 million to you. You can use it first. Don't be surprised. I earned this money from my own business, I opened a company in the urban area, called Feilong Decoration, you can find it online!"

After sending a message, Song Qian transferred 100 million directly to his family.

After the transfer, Song Qian became a pauper again.

Originally there were more than 200 million yuan in the account, but more than 100 million yuan was paid for the equipment purchased from the furniture factory.

Fortunately, there are still more than 50 gems in the system, which should be able to last for two days.

There is still one and a half days before the end of the triple bonus, and he only hopes that the miners can dig out the treasure in this one and a half days!
After paying the bill, Song Qian drove to Moyun Engineering Company.

This company has cooperated with Dasheng before, because the boss has a solid eye and enough materials, so Dasheng kicked him out of the cooperation list.

Song Qian had an order before that was done by Moyun Engineering. In the end, it exceeded the budget.

Not only did Song Qian withhold half of the commission, but Cui Mingya severely reprimanded him.

So Song Qian's memory is still fresh.

In the future, the road that Feilong Decoration will take is not like that of Dasheng and Jason.

He just wants to be the clear stream and conscience of the industry.

The Moyun Project is in Qingyunpu, the door is not big, there is only one door, and there are two floors above and below.

There are not many employees in the company, only a few clerks, and the engineering team works outside.

He came to the Moyun Project once. Before that, he came as an employee of Dasheng Company, and he was also a supervisor. He didn't know anyone else.

He also met Wang Yun once. This guy is famously straightforward in the engineering world, until no one is willing to cooperate with them.

After asking the front desk to say hello, Song Qian went upstairs.

The second floor is not big, just an office. When I opened the door, I saw a 40-year-old man sitting behind a desk.

Seeing Song Qian, Wang Yun quickly stood up and gave a warm welcome, "Hello Mr. Song, I'm Wang Yun!"

"Mr. Wang, hello, I am Song Qian from Feilong Decoration, and I came here specially to discuss a business with you today."

Song Qian didn't make any detours, and went straight to the topic.

"Please sit down!"

Wang Yun called Song Qian to sit down and poured tea for Song Qian himself.

After exchanging pleasantries, Wang Yun said: "Mr. Song, you came to us for cooperation. Don't dare to say anything else. The quality of the project is absolutely fine."

Song Qian smiled and said: "Who doesn't know the name of King Gengzhi in the decoration industry in Changnan?"

Wang Yun smiled embarrassingly, "It's all jokes by colleagues, but I think making money is making money, but every penny you make must be worthy of your conscience."

Doesn't Wang Yun know that he and the light are in the same dust, and the same flow and filth?

He just knows too well that he doesn't want to make money with no conscience.

"I admire Mr. Wang's persistence, but isn't this kind of persistence uncomfortable? I heard that your company hasn't had any new projects for a long time!"

Wang Yun sighed, "This industry is too difficult, one layer is stuck, and the one who suffers is the customer."

Song Qian thought to himself, it is a miracle that the Moyun project can be opened to this day.

(End of this chapter)