Rebirth of the Investment Boss

The time now has just arrived at 5.30 pm.

Rao was Lin Han, who also opened his eyes and smiled, and with a big wave of his hand, he made an announcement directly in the company's internal work group.

"Everyone in the company will go to the Blue Ocean International Hotel to have dinner tonight. Every employee will get a bonus of 100,000 yuan this month."

For a while, everyone in the entire Quantong Group's office was boiling, and the 100,000 yuan was just a bonus.

"The boss is mighty! Now I can finally buy a house in the city center!!!"

"None of you stop me, I'm going to give birth to a monkey for the boss!"

Obviously what a joyous scene this is.

Cough.

"Lin Han, if you don't go tonight, you haven't rested yet..."

Chen Yutong walked to Lin Han's side and asked in a worried tone in a low voice.

But before Chen Yutong finished speaking, Lin Han shook his head gently at Chen Yutong.

"I'm not sleepy yet. Today is a moment worth remembering for our company. I will definitely go to dinner tonight." Saying this, Lin Han's eyes were filled with doting, and he reached out and touched it lightly. Holding Chen Yutong's little head.

"Without your consent, I have transferred 4% of the equity of TransTong Group to you. You are my wife. I will not let you feel insecure."

In fact, Lin Han knew that Chen Yutong had never considered the issue of equity from beginning to end, and when he obtained the certificate from Lin Han, the Transit Investment Company already existed.

But it was precisely because of Chen Yutong's silent support behind him that Lin Han would do this.

Half an hour later, the entire second floor of the Blue Ocean International Hotel was already covered by Lin Han, and with a big wave of his hand, he opened 20 suites in advance.

Tonight, the dishes and wine are all arranged to the highest specifications, and if you are drunk, you can go directly to the room, which can be regarded as avoiding the worries of getting drunk.

Everything is just as Lin Han said, today this day should be remembered, this is a peak of the Chuantong Group, but only the first peak.

"Mr. Lin, how long has it been since? The person I met before has now transformed into a magnate worth over 200 billion. Mr. Lin... I respect you for this glass of wine!"

Zhong Lei drank a lot and stammered a bit.

After all, for everyone in the entire Quantong Group, tonight is really not intoxicating.

"I feel that no one will exceed Lin's record in the future...If I were Mr. Lin, I really doubt whether this guy has returned from the future!"

Lin Changsu hit a haha. At any rate, he is also a local tyrant worth 20. Today has not passed yet. Lin Changsu’s cigarettes cost 12 yuan a box. On the way to the hotel, he changed it to 40 yuan a box. Kind of.

When everyone listened to Lin Changsu’s words, they all laughed and agreed, but if you think about it carefully, it seems that only this reason can be used to explain how to deal with a person without any background. By 3 months.

From nothing to the current value of more than 200 billion, of which cash alone has exceeded 100 billion.

What countless people envy most is that even if Lin Han survives this money, the bank needs to give Lin Han close to 3 billion in interest every year...

Sure enough, it is an old saying, as long as you don't die, this money will always make money.

Presumably Gou Dadan, the president, should be happier than Lin Han, right?

This 100 billion cash scale is enough to complete the tasks for the next three years.

It's just that everyone, including Chen Yutong, didn't notice that when Lin Changsu's words fell just now, Lin Han's eyes suddenly dimmed.

Maybe others thought that this was just an effect, but Lin Han knew in his heart that in a strict sense, Lin Changsu really guessed it.

But Lin Han soon returned to normal, holding up the goblet in front of him, and drank the red wine in the glass in one go.

.......

Just as all the members of the Quantong Group were celebrating at the hotel, two taxis that went straight from the airport to the Fortune Building had just stopped downstairs.

Immediately afterwards, four foreigners walked out of the car, no matter their height or the muscles of their arms, they all felt extremely dangerous.

The man in the lead has white hair on his forehead, dark skin, and a miniature headset.

"Okay, then I'll go right now. After I have confirmed Miss Sarah's safety, I will definitely notify you as soon as possible."

At this time, Sarah and Little Robertson were still staying in the office that originally belonged to Orange Wu. Sarah had dinner at noon.

Little Robertson was sitting on the sofa with a decadent feeling all over his body. If you look closely at the blue pupils, you can definitely find a deep panic.

If there is a choice, Robertson is really unwilling to go back. What does it mean to go back? Spend the rest of his life in a private prison.

In addition to this, one would either come up with 1 billion Chinese currency to compensate the Little Tiger Global Fund.

But Little Robertson can make up 100 million at most, and the remaining 900 million is still an astronomical figure.

Just as little Robertson was hesitating whether to give Lin Han a try, the originally closed office door was kicked open in the next second with a dull voice echoing!

Immediately afterwards, the four people arranged by Sarah's father had already walked in.

The headed person, after looking at Sarah and pressing the button on the headset, soon, Sarah's father's voice came.

"Miss Sarah has been found. Little Robertson is also there. There is nothing unusual about Miss Sarah."

"Now catch me the **** of little Robertson immediately! Remember, you must not act in China! Because the laws of China are an existence that we can't afford!"

"Great."

"Miss Sarah, we're here to pick you up." After the man in the lead had finished speaking this sentence in English, he set his sights on little Robertson.

"Little Robertson, you should be aware of the mission of a few of us who came to China specifically. Don't do stupid things. All of our identity certificates are forged. If you come back with us and accept punishment, you can survive, otherwise... ...."

Even if the latter words are not said, how can little Robertson not know?

For a while, the panic in those eyes finally emerged from being unable to hide it anymore.

"I see... can I make a call?" Little Robertson decided to go all out. He hesitated before because of face.

"Sorry, you can send text messages, but you can't make calls."

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