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Chapter 155 The Drunk Wen Xinjia (Subscribe)

United States, Muddy Waters Fund.

"Head, this time I lost a total of 80 billion US dollars."

A middle-aged white man came to Bayard and said to him.

"80 billion?"

Bayard's whole body went limp, and he slumped on the chair.

80 billion dollars.

Although this loss is not enough to liquidate Muddy Waters Fund, it is a loss that has never been seen since Muddy Waters Fund was established.

"Where's the big fish?" Bayard asked.

"That big fish is enough to earn more than 100 billion." The middle-aged white man replied.

"Damn."

A cold light flickered in Bayard's eyes.

This time, they wanted to surround and kill the big fish, but they didn't expect that big fish to kill them instead.

"Go down."

Bayard waved his hand.

"Yes."

The middle-aged white man responded, turned and left.

After the middle-aged white man left, Bayard made a call.

"Who?"

On the phone, a strange voice came.

"I want to kill someone."

Bayard said: "This person is in China Magic City, but I don't know who he is, so I can only give you the relevant information."

"As long as we have relevant information, we can help you find the person you want to kill and kill him, but the commission will be doubled." The unfamiliar voice said.

"I'll give you 5000 million U.S. dollars, and I'll kill him within a month." Bayard said coldly.

"no problem."

After hanging up the phone, a sneer appeared on the corner of Bayard's mouth: "If you want to make money in the financial market, you must have your life, and the people of Death are enough to kill you."

……

Tomson's first product.

Zhang Wenhong woke up from his deep sleep.

"My head hurts. It seems that I drank too much wine this time."

At the celebration banquet in the early morning, Zhang Wenhong drank the most, and finally fell unconscious. He didn't even know when he would return to his room.

"However, after making so much money yesterday, it is reasonable to celebrate with a drink."

Thinking of this, Zhang Wenhong stood up, went into the bathroom and washed up.

Five minutes later, Zhang Wenhong left the bedroom and came to the living room.

Yang Shiyi and Yun Xinyue disappeared, while Leng Xinyue was cleaning the living room.

"Leng Xinyue, where are Shi Yi and Yun Xinyue?" Zhang Wenhong asked.

"Mr. Yang and Secretary Yun have left."

Leng Xinyue replied.

"left?"

Zhang Wenhong was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't think much about it, but asked, "Is there any more food?"

"The kitchen is still there, I'll warm it up for Mr. Zhang." Leng Xinyue replied.

"Hurry up. I'm hungry." Zhang Wenhong was already hungry.

"Ok."

Leng Xinyue quickly served the food.

Leng Xinyue's cooking skills are still so good, Zhang Wenhong is really hungry, and the food served was quickly wiped out by him, and Leng Xinyue next to him was dumbfounded.

"Leng Xinyue, how is Xiaoxi doing now?" Zhang Wenhong asked after putting down the bowl and chopsticks.

"Xiaoxi has recovered, and I have also found another nanny." Leng Xinyue said.

"Well, what happened last time was an accident, but I believe there are still good nannies in Shanghai, and you don't need to worry about the salary of the nannies. As long as the nannies are good, you can rest assured that this salary is not enough for you now. What the hell." Zhang Wenhong nodded and said, "Last night, I gained a lot, and I will give you 1000 million as a reward later."

"Mr. Zhang, this is too much." Leng Xinyue shook her head hastily.

"1000 million is not much. Giving you a bonus is to let you work hard in the future." For Zhang Wenhong, 1000 million bonus is not much. If you are looking for a professional trader, you can make so much money, so I want him not to talk nonsense , you have to pay at least 3000 million.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang."

Although she had rewarded several million yuan and a villa before, but now she still feels unreal when she gets 1000 million yuan.

"You are Welcome."

Zhang Wenhong smiled, changed his clothes, and left Tangchen Yipin.

An hour later, Zhang Wenhong came to Tingxu Trade.

"Why did Mr. Zhang come in person?" Qian Wenxuan hurried up to see Zhang Wenhong.

"I'm going to Longteng Hotel, just passing by." Zhang Wenhong said.Originally, he wanted Yun Xinyue to come to Tingxu's trade to get ginseng, but Yun Xinyue left Tang Chen Yipin long ago, so he had to come by himself.

"Mr. Zhang, because of time constraints, I only got two century-old ginsengs." Qian Wenxuan said to Zhang Wenhong.

"Century-year-old ginseng? Return two?" Zhang Wenhong was overjoyed, and quickly said, "Thank you, Mr. Qian."

After taking the ginseng, Zhang Wenhong went to Longteng Hotel.

In a box of Longteng Hotel, Zhang Wenhong saw a tall white man.

"Mr. Darryl."

Zhang Wenhong greeted him with a smile.

This white man's name is Darryl, a famous British designer.

It was also Zhang Wenhong who invited him from England at a high price, and wanted him to design a private estate.

"Mr. Zhang, what did you say about designing a private estate?" Darryl asked straight to the point.

"Mr. Daryl, it's like this..." Zhang Wenhong explained the design of No. 30 land as a private estate, and then took out the relevant information: "This is the relevant information, Mr. Daryl, you need to read it first. Look at the information."

"Mr. Zhang, what style of private estate do you want to design?" Darryl asked while reading the information.

"This is my request." Zhang Wenhong had long thought that Darryl would ask, and immediately handed over the conditions that had already been written on paper.

Daryl looked at it and frowned: "Mr. Zhang, I'm not Chinese. I'm afraid I can't do anything with this Chinese style."

"Mr. Darryl can't design a Chinese-style private estate?" Zhang Wenhong frowned. This Darryl is a world-renowned designer, and he can't even design a Chinese-style one?Is this possible?
"Yes." Daryl said: "Actually, Mr. Zhang does not need to add Chinese style, only Western style. I promise to design the best private estate for Mr. Zhang."

"Mr. Darryl, I think I need to think about it." Zhang Wenhong did not agree. Although a western-style private estate is also good, but he is a Chinese. How could it be possible to build a purely western-style private estate?

"Mr. Zhang had better think about it as soon as possible. After all, I won't stay in Shanghai for too long." Darryl said.

"Mr. Daryl, please rest assured, I will reply to you as soon as possible." Zhang Wenhong felt slightly cold. At this time, he felt that it was not that Daryl did not know how to design a Chinese-style private estate, but that he did not want to design a Chinese-style private estate.

But will he compromise?

That is impossible.

He built this private manor to live in by himself, how could he build a style he didn't like?

Daryl smiled, his eyes full of confidence.

As a top designer, he doesn't think anyone else can match him. Now that Zhang Wenhong wants someone to design a private estate, he can only find him in the end.

Therefore, in his opinion, Zhang Wenhong will definitely compromise.

At that time, there will be a western-style private estate designed by him in this magic city, and his name Darryl will resound throughout China.

An hour later, Darryl left the box.

After Daryl's figure disappeared from sight, Zhang Wenhong's face turned cold.

"Damn gringo, you really think of yourself as a dish. You don't want to design a Chinese style, but you want me to ask him to design?"

"It seems that I have to find another designer, even if I don't have Darryl's design ability, as long as I can design a private manor I like."

"But the most important thing now is to try the effect of century-old ginseng on cultivation."

Thinking of this, Zhang Wenhong opened a presidential suite in Longteng Hotel.

In order to try the effect of century-old ginseng on cultivation as soon as possible, he can't wait to go home now.And the presidential suite is quiet, and no one will disturb his cultivation.

Taking the room card, Zhang Wenhong entered the elevator.

The presidential suite is on the 53rd floor of the Longteng Hotel. Zhang Wenhong stepped out of the elevator and just turned a corner when a figure with a strong smell of alcohol bumped into him.

Zhang Wenhong frowned, and when he looked up at the person, he was slightly startled: "Wen Xinjia?"

(End of this chapter)