2 A quarter of 4.1 billion

In Starbucks.

Wu Hao sat in the corner silently.

He was only wearing an ordinary white shirt and jeans.

There was also only a glass of lemonade on the table.

He looked very ordinary.

So ordinary that no one even noticed him.

...

About five minutes later.

Outside the Financial Center Building, a black Mercedes Benz A45 sedan slowly stopped at the door.

Liu Zhongheng walked through the door.

Followed by a small secretary.

The two of them hurriedly entered the building.

As soon as they entered through the door, they met a group of people walking outside.

"Yo, isn't this President Liu?"

Among the group of people, there was a person who greeted Liu Zhongheng very enthusiastically.

"Mr. Fang?"

Liu Zhongheng's eyes lit up.

The one who greeted him was Fang Mengqiu, the executive president of Shenghua Securities Co.

Shenghua Securities was a Sino-foreign joint venture company.

It was one of the few super-large securities companies in the Eagle Blue Financial Building.

This company had a registered capital of 80 billion and is funded by Shenghua Group, a leading global investment bank.

Fang Mengqiu, who is worth over 100 million, is one of the major clients in the financial building.

Liu Zhongheng did not ignore him, he went over to shake hands with him.

"Is Mr. Fang going out?"

"Yes, I'm going out to do some business."

Fang Mengqiu glanced at Liu Zhongheng who was sweating profusely and said with a smile, "What's the matter that made President Liu to be panting and sweating profusely? Mr. Liu should take care of his body more."

After saying that, he swept a glance at the small secretary behind Liu Zhongheng.

"Please, Mr. Fang, don't joke about it. I'm in a hurry to meet my new boss. Sorry, Mr. Fang, let's catch up some other time."

Liu Zhongheng was really in a bit of a hurry.

No matter what, Fang Mengqiu was just a big client.

But Wu Hao who was waiting in the Starbucks, was was his meal ticket

So he waved to Fang Mengqiu, turned around and rushed into the Starbucks.

"New boss?"

Once he heard Liu Zhongheng's words, Fang Mengqiu froze for a moment.

Could it be that the property of Financial Street had changed ownership?

This kind of big change, actually no one had received the news that the Financial Street was going to change ownership.

What is the situation?

Fang Mengqiu blinked, turned around and followed him in.

A group of people behind him heard the conversation and had to take a look, so they followed in as well.

A dozen people poured into the Starbucks.

...

Liu Zhongheng entering into Starbucks immediately became the focus of everyone's attention.

In the Starbucks everyone knew the head of the financial street property management

The walls on the east side of the first floor of each building on Financial Street have lists and photos of the management staff.

He, Liu Zhongheng, is a person at the top of the pyramid.

Even the bosses of the big companies in the financial street have to smile and greet Liu Zhongheng when they see him.

So once he entered, several people inside stood up and waved their hands to greet him.

"President Liu, what a coincidence, huh?"

"Aiya, isn't this President Liu? Are you here for coffee?"

"President Liu, long time no see."

...

Several people took the initiative to rush to greet him, but Liu Zhongheng acted as if he didn't see them, his face only showed a faint smile and nodded, his eyes kept scanning around.

Wu Hao, who was sitting in the corner, also saw him.

When he heard the people around him call him President Liu, his heart was enlightened.

This was Liu Zhongheng.

Look at his image, a typical Yanjing man.

Slightly fat and slightly balding.

Wearing a suit that doesn't fit well, his face is sweaty as if he just finished pouring water on it.

Wu Hao's expression was indifferent, as he reached out his hand and waved.

Liu Zhongheng's eyes suddenly lit up.

He had already seen Wu Hao's picture.

So he hurriedly walked over with big strides, came to Wu Hao and bowed his head in front of him, and said respectfully, "Mr. Wu, I'm really sorry, I'm a minute late."

"That's okay."

Wu Hao gave a slight nod.

In that instant, the whole Starbucks was suddenly quiet.

There was a dead silence.

Everyone's mouth was wide open.

Even Fang Mengqiu looked at Wu Hao with a stunned face.

So young?

Is he the new owner of Financial Street?

No matter how other people reacted, Liu Zhongheng was relieved that he didn't see any angry reaction on Wu Hao.

He hurriedly turned around and took the file package from his secretary's hand, put it on the table in front of Wu Hao in a careful manner, and whispered, "Mr. Wu, in this financial street, there is a single office building for you."

"Is that so?"

Wu Hao smiled.

There was actually an office building prepared.

His system was too cute.

Immediately, he picked up the file bag on the table, got up and smiled, "let's go take a look at my office building."

"Okay, follow me."

Liu Zhongheng turned around and led the way.

When the three people reached the door, Fang Mengqiu's eyes kept staring at Wu Hao.

And Wu Hao also glanced at him.

Then, both sides passed by.

After Wu Hao walked away, Fang Mengqiu shook his head and sighed: "Surprisingly ... so young? It's admirable."

"Mr. Fang, it's just a yellow-haired kid, right?"

A person beside him said.

"A yellow-haired kid? Do you know how much the annual rent of Financial Street is? Nearly 17 billion. If he really is the owner of Financial Street, I am poor in front of him."

"..."

The people around him stopped talking.

Several people looked at each other.

Almost seventeen billion a year?

You can stay home for the rest of your life lying idly and collecting rent, right?

...

In the financial street centre.

There is a small garden there, called a garden in a garden.

Inside the garden, there is a small three-story building of nearly 500 square meters.

That was the office building prepared for Wu Hao.

In the luxurious office on the third floor.

Liu Zhongheng looked at Wu Hao respectfully, "Mr. Wu, the rent for the next quarter was just collected yesterday. I had arranged someone to transfer the rent into your card before coming."

Saying that, he looked at the message on his phone and added, "The transfer was just completed."

"Good."

Wu Hao continued to keep his style of being a man of a few words.

Immediately after that, his phone buzzed.

Picking it up, it was a text message from the bank on arrival.

"Your account ****9527 transferred 4,141,180,500.00 yuan at 9:40 on July 12, now the balance is 4,141,185,500.00 yuan. Reference: Rent. [Yanjing Bank]"

Wu Hao blinked.

4.1 billion?

Maitreya that Buddha!

4.1 billion a quarter.

More than 16 billion a year.

Is it mine?

I didn't expect that after two years of hard work, the business would end in failure.

But now there is more than 4 billion in my card.

Is God compensating me?