luck on thursday

The final result was that the old lady invited Lin Qingyang to get off the sofa to join their dinner, but the young man who had just recovered from a serious illness touched his stomach hesitantly, and found out in despair that he was already full from eating snacks and didn't need to eat dinner.

But the old grandma didn't think so. She believed that everyone had to eat three meals—it was an unforgivable crime to give up dinner for snacks. There was a pile of food on someone's plate.

One, heaps, food, the kind that stand out.

Lin Qingyang piled the food up to his throat, and managed to finish all the food that the old grandma gave him.

The feeling of being full in his stomach was wonderful. He was clearly a newcomer, and he felt sleepy again. He sat cross-legged on the sofa surrounded by soft pillows and blankets, and yawned lazily.

He said seriously to Morris who was reading the newspaper on the other side of the sofa: "You saved me, and I will repay you later."

"I don't think much of your wealth." Morris covered his face behind the newspaper, slightly revealing his eyes, and glanced at him, "Take care of yourself first."

Lin Qingyang muttered: "I will have money sooner or later."

"Sooner or later." Morris laughed again.

He heard Lin Qingyang briefly introduce the reason why he didn't have a job, and decided to find another job for him.

While reading the newspaper, he casually said, "My uncle owns a factory. I haven't asked about the salary, but it shouldn't be much worse. If you don't mind being a factory worker, you can try it."

Lin Qingyang recalled the first time he went to the factory, and felt a little conflicted: "It doesn't matter if the factory workers talk about it, but..."

"...Wow." Morris said dryly, "One hundred million."

Lin Qingyang raised her eyebrows and made a small joke: "What, [-] million? You want to give me [-] million?"

"If you're lucky, I don't mind doing it." Morris flipped through the front and back pages of the newspaper, and finally handed one of them over, pointing to the most prominent part at the top: "Fitz Department Store Lucky Big upgrade! The bonus of 5000 million has become [-] million!"

"...Wow." Lin Qingyang said dryly, "One hundred million."

As he spoke, he took the newspaper that Morris handed over, and read the report from the beginning.

This report previously mentioned the event two months ago. At that time, Fitz Department Store launched a lucky winner event with a bonus of 5000 million, which already made everyone pay a high price, eager to win this bonus.

But this time, Fitz Department Store directly bleeds, directly doubling the upper limit of the bonus pool!

"...It's crazy." Lin Qingyang sighed, "The initial version of the lucky event has already made everyone dizzy, wouldn't the upgraded version go straight to hell?"

He slowly read out a few key words in the report: "...After two months, no lucky one has yet won their sky-high priced prizes. This time, in order to give back to new and old customers, they directly increased their efforts. Fitz Department Store All the department stores under the umbrella may have this poor lovely gold stamp hidden away, but no one has seen it for what it really is..."

"I suspect it's just their marketing method," Lin Qingyang thought for a while, "[-] million is not a small amount... But it is a big brand after all, even if they want to let some blood out, a few days of sales are enough for them to make money back right?"

He turned his head, only to find that Morris shook his head slowly: "No?"

Morris said, "Do you know who the owner of Fitz's Department Store is?"

"Ah, it was mentioned in the newspaper last time, it was Mr. Fitzgerald." Lin Qingyang could barely recall it, it had been more than a month since he read the newspaper last time, and he was not familiar with this long string of words.

"His wife's dream is to open his own department store. Fitz Department Store is of great significance to him, so he has a name in this company," Morris said something Lin Qingyang had never heard before, "But in fact, the assets under his name are estimated to be countless..."

"So?" Lin Qingyang was dumbfounded.

Morris didn't talk nonsense, and simply picked the point: "His wife had a younger sister. She died to save his wife and left behind a child. The child disappeared more than ten years ago. It is said that she has been found now, so raise the bonus to celebrate. .”

Lin Qingyang was speechless for a while: "Okay, rich people's celebration."

They continued to read, but there was nothing new and interesting behind them, so they closed the newspaper in disgust, and the two salted fish slumped on the sofa doing nothing.

Suddenly Morris said, "I have an idea."

"what?"

"Anyway, I have a lot of spare money." Morris touched his upper and lower lips, and what he said made Lin Qingyang want to kill him, "Otherwise... I will try too?"

"I always feel that your next words are not very pleasant."

"I'll rent a warehouse and buy all the stuff from Fitz's Department Store. You will be my employee, unpacking and finding gold stamps for me...do you want to do it?"

"..."

Lin Qingyang said sincerely: "You are crazy."

Morris didn't feel how terrible what he said at all: "Whether I can find it or not, I will invest 1000 million, otherwise I can't afford it... If you become my employee, I will pay you twice the salary. In a word, do you want to do it?"

It really deserves to be the rich second generation who is obsessed with cheap clothes and 24-hour convenience stores. Even going crazy is more interesting than others.

Lin Qingyang struggled for a while, and decided to persuade this crazy new friend: "Even if you have a lot of money, you should spend it in the right place, not..."

Morris reached out to open a can of Coke on the coffee table, his expression remained unchanged: "I have nine-figure pocket money."

"……Dry."

Unable to be persuaded, Lin Qingyang could only watch helplessly as this idiot rented a warehouse, and then vigorously dispatched thirteen large trucks to the nearest Fitz department store assembly warehouse.

Yes, he doesn't even move the goods from Fitz's department store, but directly from other people's warehouses!

It was a sensation all over the city. Everyone stood on both sides of the street, watching these thirteen trucks move a bunch of things from the warehouse in the eastern suburbs of the city like never before, and moved them to the west of the city vigorously and aggressively. In a suburban warehouse.

In addition, Morris paid a lot of money and hired many female workers who peeled peanuts to do things for him.

Now all the employees are sitting in the temporary warehouse, working on the assembly line, unpacking each department store with their slender fingers that have been peeling peanuts all year round, and then vigilantly inspecting all corners of the packaging, hoping to find the one that only A gold stamp the size of a fingernail.

Lin Qingyang has a question about this: "You bought so many things, what should you do with them after unpacking them?"

Morris is not in a hurry: "The company under my name, the company of my parents, the company of my uncle and aunt... There are many employees in it, and they don't mind unpacking in advance, as long as they say hello in advance. Or I can hire Some people, give these things in gift boxes as belated Christmas presents. If they don't want them, give them to the ghetto."

"...what an expensive Christmas present." Seems like you're one of those people who would like to be known for having done something stupid.

In order to get his due wages, Lin Qingyang also sat inside, peacefully... unpacking, from biscuit boxes to chocolates, from shower gel to shampoo, everything was unpacked, even bottled drinks The trademarks pasted on them must be buckled down and turned over for a look.

Dozens of cameras were installed above the warehouse, specially assigned for monitoring, and there were several patrolling personnel, who kept walking back and forth with sharp eyes, supervising that they did not secretly hide the gold stamps.

Lin Qingyang unpacked a whole box of glasses, buckled the package until his hands shook, came out to take a rest, and saw Morris standing by the outermost door with boxes under his feet, looked in through the window at the top of the warehouse, and saw him come out , as always gave a smile.

Lin Qingyang; "..."

"You don't really want to invest 1000 million in it, do you?" He rubbed his temples with a headache, "100 million is enough for burning money. If you spend so much money, you still can't get [-] million." The bonus, will it be all in vain soon?"

Morris climbed down from the box, his image disappeared in Lin Qingyang's mind: "It's not just a question of one hundred million."

"Tell me?" Lin Qingyang listened attentively.

"If I get this golden stamp, I will be able to meet Mr. Fitzgerald." He said bluntly, "At that time, I will draw a line. With such high-level contacts, 1000 million is nothing."

Lin Qingyang was in awe, he hadn't thought of this level, Morris continued: "Actually, you didn't see, besides me, there are many people doing the same thing, but what they are looking for is money or connections Or something else, I don't know."