My Life Can Hang

Zhuang Manting sat on Chen Dongcheng's left, peeled an orange and handed it over to Chen Dongcheng.

"No need, I heard Jingyu report to me, and now Shangdong Technology is doing pretty well."

Chen Dongcheng thought of something: "I'll give you three million in the future, which can be regarded as supplementing the company's start-up capital."

Zhuang Manting nodded slightly. Now she gradually understands the company's operations and understands the importance of funds to start-up companies.

Although Chen Dongcheng spent a lot on the company before, most of them were spent on decoration costs.

The real funds allocated to Zhuang Manting are only two million.

"Just spend the money, and when the results are achieved, we will have someone to take over."

Chen Dongcheng is not worried about the future of keep. If he can achieve a single round of financing of more than [-] million US dollars, the current shares are the most valuable.

What Chen Dongcheng can do is to take less shares in the early stage, and wait until the later stage to see if he can find a suitable receiver, Ali or Fujixun will do.

"By the way, tomorrow is your birthday?"

Zhuang Manting was stunned for a while, and finally said: "Yes, I almost forgot."

"Well, let's go out for dinner tomorrow night."

Chen Dongcheng looked at the time: "It's getting late, I'm going back to school first, and I'll pick you up tomorrow night."

After speaking, Chen Dongcheng went upstairs and changed his clothes, and then went back to school.

Only Song Meng and Zhuang Manting were left in the living room, and Song Meng suddenly said something while watching the TV.

"Sister Man Ting, I know about your affairs."

"what?"

Zhuang Manting was so frightened that she was quick-witted: "Mengmeng, what are you talking about?"

"That's it, I know it all."

"what?"

"You two still kept it from me. I happened to take out the trash once and saw you eating Yuting."

Zhuang Manting was a little embarrassed and guilty: "I..."

"Okay, I didn't blame you again.?"

"I don't know too well. I'm sleepy, so I'll go to bed first."

Zhuang Manting didn't have the nerve to talk about this with Song Meng, and ran upstairs in a panic.

Back in her bedroom, Zhuang Manting sent Chen Dongcheng a WeChat message.

"Mengmeng knows."

Chen Dongcheng had just arrived at the underground garage, and after looking at it, he replied, "Know what?"

"It's our relationship."

"I've wanted to say it a long time ago, it's okay, leave it to me."

Chen Dongcheng thought it was pretty good. With the relationship between Song Meng and Zhuang Manting, they wouldn't break up because of this.

Zhuang Manting lay on the bed, thinking about what Song Meng asked just now.

Still went downstairs and decided to confess to Song Meng.

"Mengmeng, it's my fault."

Zhuang Manting apologized: "It's all my fault, last time you drank too much, we..."

"Oh, I said it before, we are good sisters."

Song Meng snorted: "Besides, Sister Man Ting, do you think he didn't steal food when he went to Shanghai?"

"I don't believe it."

Zhuang Manting looked at Song Meng in surprise.

"By the way, Sister Manting, I wish you a happy birthday in advance. I won't disturb the surprise someone prepared for you tomorrow."

After Song Meng finished speaking, she trotted upstairs.

When I returned to the bedroom, I couldn't control it anymore, and my tears kept flowing.

"You bastard, scumbag, I still miss Sister Man Ting..."

……

Chen Dongcheng, who was driving the car, couldn't help but sneezed: "Who scolded me?"

But thinking about sneaking around with Zhuang Manting at night, I feel very happy.

Zhuang Manting's figure has been trained for a long time, and Chen Dongcheng has not touched a trace of fat, and the hand feels very good.

The most important thing is that Zhuang Manting can do yoga, and all kinds of movements can be completed immediately as long as Chen Dongcheng says it.

While waiting for the red light, Chen Dongcheng took his mobile phone and called Xie Jingyu.

"Chen Dong."

"Jingyu, help me find the house where Man Ting lived before tomorrow."

"Yes, please contact the owner, I will buy it tomorrow.

Then help me book a western restaurant tomorrow, the kind with private rooms.

It's Man Ting's birthday tomorrow, so make the environment more romantic. "

"understood."

"Okay, then you rest early."

Chen Dongcheng hung up the phone, thinking about the house where Zhuang Manting and Song Meng lived before.

Unlike Song Meng, although that house was a bit small, Zhuang Manting lived in it for ten years.

The homeowner persuaded Zhuang Manting several times to borrow money and pay a down payment to buy it.

Chen Dongcheng felt that Zhuang Manting might not care much about seeing him off.

Only this house may be more meaningful to her.

……

Taking advantage of the lunch break the next day, Chen Dongcheng went to Garden City Phase I.

When Chen Dongcheng drove there, Xie Jingyu was chatting with the owner.

"Mr. Wu, this is my boss."

"Hello, hello, Boss Chen is so young, he is really young and promising."

Wu Zefeng led Chen Dongcheng and Xie Jingyu into the community, feeling a little emotional: "That girl surnamed Zhuang is really pitiful. If she had bought this house five years earlier, she would have made a lot of money."

"It's not too late now."

This is where it is, and the house can at least double in a few years.

Chen Dongcheng followed Wu Zefeng to look around, and the house basically didn't move much.

It wasn't long after Zhuang Manting moved out, and the owner didn't plan to rent any more, and was always thinking of selling.

"As for the price, you have also seen that the decoration took a lot of thought at the beginning, so it can be regarded as a medium decoration."

Wu Zefeng laughed and said, "You guys know the housing price in Nanshan District. It has risen a lot recently. I also sincerely want to sell it. It's [-] square meters. What do you think?"

"Mr. Wu, the price is still a bit high..."

Xie Jingyu and Wu Zefeng were bargaining on the price.

For this house, Chen Dongcheng didn't plan to bind with Zhuang Manting, mainly because the price/performance ratio was too low.

With Zhuang Manting's good looks, at least he has to help Chen Dongcheng win more than Zhang Lu.

This house was reserved for Zhuang Manting as a memory, or for Zhuang Manting to bring her parents to Pengcheng.

After a while, Wu Zefeng shook Xie Jingyu's hand with satisfaction, and Chen Dongcheng knew the deal was done.

"Okay, then when shall we go through the formalities?"

"Jingyu, you go and go through the formalities with Mr. Wu, and I won't go."

Wu Zefeng didn't mind either, as long as he was given the money, it didn't matter who he went through the formalities with.

"I'll give you the key first, and I won't bother you."

Wu Zefeng handed over the key to Chen Dongcheng, and went to go through the formalities with Xie Jingyu.

Chen Dongcheng sat in the room for a while, the house was fairly clean, but it was a bit empty.

"Jingyu, help me contact the flower art company, and buy some household items by the way, the kind that can stay here at night."

After Chen Dongcheng sent the message, he sat on the sofa and lay down for a while.

Thinking about how to behave at night is about happiness at night.

By the way, there is still a watch missing.

Chen Dongcheng slapped his forehead violently.

Zhuang Manting can be regarded as the general manager of the company, how can she do without a decent watch on her wrist.

It must cost a fortune today, and I will earn it back from Zhuang Manting later.

Chen Dongcheng didn't enjoy being sneaky yesterday.

As long as you perform well today, you won't have to go back to Mangrove West Bank tonight.

perfect.

Chen Dongcheng immediately packed up his things, took the car keys and rushed to Vientiane City.

Chapter 111, Lover's Bridge