From poor god to richest man

Chapter 17
Acquiring a company is not a simple matter. Wen Wan'er must investigate the quagmire network, whether there is tax evasion, and whether there are any financial traps.

To prevent all of Zhen Qiong's money from being invested, all in vain, and even the company didn't get it, and instead had to blame others.

In addition to these operations, Wen Wan'er also needs to conduct a business evaluation of Nitan Network to see if the company is worth the price.

Even though the quote from Mire Network was the lowest among all the companies she screened, it didn't mean that the company was worth the money.

Zhen Qiong didn't care. In order to lose the trial funds as soon as possible, he could accept the inflated price, but the system would not allow it first.

Later, Zhen Qiong thought about it, and instead of giving money to others to spend, it seemed that there was no benefit other than letting others regard herself as the wrongdoer.

It's better to invest all this money in the game, or exchange it for employee benefits.

In this way, even if he loses all his money, it will still be vigorous, and many people will still think of him, which can be regarded as "a well-deserved death".

So Zhen Qiong asked Wen Wan'er to fiddle with it, and use whatever means she can.

Fortunately, Wen Wan'er had taken care of all these matters before, so she only needed to contact the boss of Nitan Network and make an appointment, and Zhen Qiong could go there for an on-site inspection.

Early the next morning, Zhen Qiong, accompanied by Wen Wan'er, got into his newly purchased commercial vehicle, and the newly hired driver drove them to the quagmire network.

The driver's name is Ma He. Although he is not yet 30 years old, his driving skills are very good.

He used to drive a small van to deliver goods to the market, earning around 6000-[-] yuan a month.

Zhen Qiong found out that if it wasn't for the accidents that caused Ma He to miss opportunities again and again, he would be able to participate in the World Rally Championship now.

For such a talent, Zhen Qiong resolutely dug over, and Ma He came with his friend named Liu Yi.

Not only do the two have similar driving skills, but they also have similar experiences in the past and their current lives. They can be called inseparable brothers.

It just so happened that Zhen Qiong planned to hire two drivers, so he accepted them all.

Now the two of them take turns to work and drive for Zhen Qiong. Both of them have a monthly salary of [-], and there are other benefits. The work is also very easy.

Therefore, the two of them were very grateful to Zhen Qiong. They were meticulous when driving. They only had the stability of driving a commercial vehicle worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, and drove a luxury car worth several million. Zhen Qiong felt particularly comfortable when riding in the car.

Since Wen Wan'er is still working as Zhen Qiong's "bodyguard" part-time, when she learned that the location of the quagmire network is relatively remote, she changed into a slim female suit and a business skirt into suit trousers, but she still covered up Can't help her proud figure.

Zhen Qiong also noticed that Wen Waner's high heels seemed to be thinner than ordinary high heels, and there were inconspicuous patterns on them, but no matter how Zhen Qiong looked at them, he felt that the patterns were similar to blood grooves.

Zhen Qiong couldn't help guessing in his heart: "Could it be that this is her unique weapon? Yes. If she kicks her, it is probably similar to being stabbed by a three-edged thorn."

Sensing Zhen Qiong's gaze, Wen Wan'er blushed slightly and asked, "Mr. Zhen, do you have any questions?"

Zhen Qiong would definitely not tell the truth, because he was also afraid of being kicked, so he smiled and said, "The clothes are nice, they suit you very well."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Wen Wan'er smiled, she gradually got used to Zhen Qiong's smile, although she was still slamming like a deer, at least she wouldn't be at a loss.

When the car drove for almost an hour and arrived at an old office building on the outskirts of the city, Zhen Qiong couldn't help but said: "This place is really remote. If Ma He hadn't known the way, I wouldn't have known there was such a place in Phoenix City." .”

Ma He laughed and said: "Mr. Zhen, I happened to come to this place when I delivered goods to people before, but this place is much worse than before!"

"The Mire Network has been losing money, and their office space has been changed again and again. If it wasn't for Mr. Zhen, you want to buy it, and after a while, they might move to the deep mountains and old forests." Wen Wan'er explained.

"They are all talents!"

Zhen Qiong praised him sincerely, his eyes were shining brightly, when he completes the acquisition and brings the Mire Network under his command, he will be the one who continues to lose money, the completion of the trial is just around the corner!

Wen Wan'er didn't know what Zhen Qiong was thinking, she thought that Zhen Qiong was sarcastic about the people on the Internet, so she said along the way: "Who said otherwise!"

Just as the two got out of the car, a man in his thirties, in a suit and leather shoes, immediately greeted him.

"This must be Mr. Zhen! I have admired his name for a long time, and I am so lucky to see you today!"

This man's enthusiasm made Zhen Qiong a little wary, "Who are you?"

The man was stunned for a moment, then reacted and said, "Hey! Blame me! Blame me! As soon as he saw Mr. Zhen's elegant demeanor, he forgot to introduce himself. I am the boss of Nitan Network, Wen Mingjun."

After saying this, Wen Mingjun handed over a business card with gold letters on a black background. It looked quite exquisite, in sharp contrast to the slightly old office building behind Wen Mingjun.

This card will not be used in the future. It takes up space on the body, but it is not good to throw it away in person, so Zhen Qiong casually handed the card to Wen Wan'er.

Wen Wan'er immediately took out a wallet specially used to hold business cards and put the business cards away.

This made Wen Mingjun feel that he still has quite a status in Zhen Qiong's heart!

So the smile on his face became even brighter and he said: "Mr. Zhen, please come inside. I have prepared tea and we can talk slowly."

"It's work."

Guided by Wen Mingjun, Zhen Qiong and Wen Wan'er came to the office space of Mitan Network.

Although the office area is very clean, it is only [-] to [-] square meters, and the positions for more than a dozen employees are crowded together, making it look very cramped.

Especially after getting used to staying on the 33rd floor of Phoenix Grand View, looking at this place again, it looks like a hamster cage!
And the ventilation is not particularly good. There is a faint smell of stinky feet in the air. Fortunately, no employees smoke, otherwise people can be suffocated to death in minutes.

Zhen Qiong also noticed that more than a dozen employees were wearing hoods or peaked caps and were typing on the keyboard with their heads lowered.

However, it can be seen from the blank documents on the computer that they are just pretending to be working hard.

"This Son of God needs such talents!"

Seeing that all the employees were bastards, Zhen Qiong felt relieved and strengthened his determination to buy Nitan Network.

As for why all the employees are wearing hats, Zhen Qiong guesses that they don't want outsiders to see their bald heads!After all, Wen Wan'er was also present.

When I came to Wen Mingjun's office, the air here was better than outside, but it was not so good.

After Zhen Qiong and Wen Wan'er sat down, Wen Mingjun personally brought them tea.

"Boss Wen, you're welcome."

Zhen Qiong picked up the tea and took a sip of it politely, but he immediately regretted it. The smell of fried salted fish with kelp rushed straight to his Tianling Gai, almost making him spray Wen Mingjun with tea all over his face.

He also has the habit of drinking tea at ordinary times, and the tea he drinks is of the highest quality. This kind of tea really gave him a lot of insight.

Zhen Qiong glanced at Wen Wan'er, and found that after she took a sip of tea, the expression on her face remained unchanged, only her feet moved slightly.

Zhen Qiong guessed that Wen Wan'er at this moment should really want to kick Wen Mingjun's salted fish with her high heels.

"Mr. Zhen, what are you talking about! This is what I should do. You don't know! How much effort I have spent on this company, and even more for this game, in order to relive the past for the players. that sentiment."

"What a pity... In the face of the times, my personal power is too weak."

"It's okay now. With Mr. Zhen, you can lend a helping hand and take over my company, which is equivalent to saving my sluggish child. If possible, I really want to give the company to Mr. Zhen as a friendship between us. friend."

"It's a pity... I still have an old man and a young man, and they are all waiting to be fed, waiting for my little money to go back to save their lives! I think they gave me selfless help and support when I started my business. Now I You can’t let them drink northwest wind with me, Mr. Zhen, don’t you think so?”

After Wen Mingjun talked a lot, he was probably thirsty. He picked up his tea and drank half a cup.

Zhen Qiong took a closer look at Wen Mingjun's cup of tea, the color was the same as theirs, and the taste was similar.

"It seems that the tea you usually drink is like this. You didn't mean to disgust us on purpose, and you didn't keep the good tea for yourself, otherwise I would really let Wenmeizi give you a kick." Zhen Qiong snorted coldly in his heart With a sound.

Wen Mingjun didn't know, he had just picked up a little life, and after talking for a while, Wen Mingjun slapped his thigh and said, "Let's do it! Mr. Zhen, just treat it as a friend, 450 million, this company You take it."

Zhen Qiong crossed his arms, leaned back on the sofa, and turned to look at Wen Wan'er.

He didn't want to waste his saliva and bargain with Wen Mingjun. He had done too many such things in his previous life, and it was thankless.

Now that there is a competent assistant by his side, I will leave it to Wen Wan'er to deal with it. He only wants the result.

Wen Wan'er, who had been taking notes in a small notebook, smiled at Zhen Qiong and then turned to look at Wen Mingjun.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Zhen Qiong always felt that the moment Wen Wan'er turned her head, there seemed to be a murderous look in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)