Skilled in managing a house

Longhu Villa.

In the small living room on the second floor of the villa where Qi Wuyao lived, Qi Tongwei and his wife were sitting on the sofa, with anxious looks on their faces, as if they were waiting for someone.

After a while, the door opened in the corridor, and a middle-aged woman in a white coat walked out of the door.

The woman went straight to the small living room. When Yang Chunxue saw the person approaching, she immediately stood up and greeted him, "Doctor Zhao, how is Wu Yao?"

"Mr. Qi, Ms. Yang, please rest assured that Mr. Qi Wuyao is not mentally ill. After examination, I suspect that he has some psychological disorders due to excessive stress recently. I just need to find a good psychiatrist, and I believe it won't take long. , Mr. Qi Wuyao's illness will be cured." Dr. Zhao said in a comforting tone.

It turned out that Yang Chunxue suspected that her son was suffering from mental illness, so she simply invited a doctor to treat her son today.

Hearing what the doctor said, Yang Chunxue breathed a sigh of relief, took out a prepared red envelope from his pocket and stuffed it into Doctor Zhao, "Sorry to trouble you. By the way, please don't tell anyone about this."

"Don't worry, Ms. Yang, I know." Dr. Zhao agreed quickly.

After sending the doctor away, there were footsteps again in the corridor.

This time it was Qi Wuyao who walked out of the room. He looked annoyed and shouted: "What kind of doctor are you looking for? You don't really think I'm mentally ill. I'm normal. It's okay! Spread the word, my Where are you putting your face?"

Qi Tongwei had been sitting on the sofa. When he saw his son coming, he stood up, pointed at his son and cursed angrily: "This useless thing!"

"What should I do and what should I do? I don't know why the video suddenly disappeared." Qi Wuyao said aggrievedly.

"Stop talking!" Yang Chunxue glared at his son fiercely, and Qi Wuyao immediately stopped talking back. Yang Chunxue then held her husband's arm and said softly: "Tong Wei, please stop scolding me. My son is sick."

"I'm not sick," Qi Wuyao said aggrievedly.

"Stop talking! We can't treat you like a mute!" Yang Chunxue glared at his son again.

Qi Wuyao was full of grievances. He was telling the truth, so why was he treated as a lunatic.

Yang Chunxue said to her husband: "The doctor just said that my son is under too much pressure. Find a better psychiatrist and he can be cured in a few days. This is all the fault of Zhang Yu, it's so abominable!"

"That's right! Zhang Yu" Qi Tongwei trembled when he heard Zhang Yu's name, and his teeth made a "gurgle" sound.

"That's right! It's all because of that Zhang Yu." Qi Wuyao was also angry when he heard Zhang Yu's name and said, "By the way, where is Miss Paris? She should know best what happened."

"They left yesterday!" Qi Tongwei said angrily.

"Why did you leave so soon? Didn't you say you wanted to publicize it in the first place?" Qi Wuyao said angrily.

"Nonsense! If he wins, he can promote it. Now that he has lost, it's shameful for him to promote it!" Qi Tongwei shouted.

"That senior brother is also a waste," Qi Wuyao lowered his head and said angrily.

"Ring ring ring"

At this moment, Qi Tongwei's cell phone rang.

He took out his cell phone and took a look at it. His expression immediately softened. After answering the call, he said calmly: "Hello, hello. That's it. OK, OK. I'll be there right now. Please don't worry, sir. If you need anything, I will definitely get it done within a day." .”

After hanging up the phone, Qi Tongwei put the phone in his pocket and said, "Sir, I have something to do with you. I'll leave first!"

After saying that, he walked downstairs.

As soon as he heard the call from "Mr." Qi Wuyao immediately perked up, "Are you going to deal with Zhang Yu? I'll go too!"

"Fuck you! Stay at home, you will succeed more than you will fail!" Qi Tongwei scolded angrily.

"I" Qi Wuyao is now full of grievances, and no one believes anything he says.

Seeing his father leaving, Qi Wuyao waited for a while and said angrily: "It's boring to be at home, I'll leave too."

"Where are you going?" Yang Chunxue asked with eyes wide open.

"Can you please stop treating me like a patient? I've been tortured to death by you all night. I'm going to go out and take a breath." Qi Wuyao said aggrievedly.

"No!" Yang Chunxue shouted.

"I'm going to work in the company!" Qi Wuyao said in a loud voice and went straight downstairs.

"Don't run around or get lost again!" Yang Chunxue said eagerly.

"I'm not sick! I'm not sick," Qi Wuyao shouted, tears almost falling from his eyes.

What did I do? I just told the truth, but I was treated as a mental illness. My mother was even afraid that she was lost.

After going downstairs, his father was gone. Qi Wuyao got into his Rolls-Royce Phantom, stepped on the accelerator, and drove off.

He felt extremely aggrieved and depressed, and didn't know where to go, so he finally went to a securities investment company.

Next to his office is the assistant's office. The door to the assistant's office was open, and Qi Wuyao, who was in a bad mood, glanced inside and saw a young woman wearing tight-fitting professional clothes, staring at the monitor screen without blinking.

The woman was naturally Ning Lu, so Qi Wuyao simply knocked on the door and turned in.

"Mr. Qi." Ning Lu heard the voice and saw Qi Wuyao coming in, and immediately greeted him with a smile.

She immediately stood up, holding a report in her left hand, and making a gesture of invitation with her right hand, "Please sit down quickly. I have good news that I want to inform you, and you are here."

"Good news, what good news?" Qi Wuyao could hear the good news and walked to the sofa to sit down.

Ning Lu sat diagonally beside him, handed the report to Qi Wuyao, and said: "This is my recent trading record. According to your instructions, Mr. Qi, I invested 400 million yuan to trade Jiangshan Chemical Fiber, and the current income is 400 million yuan." Hundreds of millions."

"Four hundred million." Qi Wuyao's eyes lit up and he said, "You made four hundred million."

"Yes." Ning Lu said with a smile.

"Awesome" Qi Wuyao took a breath, and then flipped through the report, and saw that it recorded a total profit of 400 million.

An investment of 400 million made a profit of 400 million, a total profit of 100%.

How long did it take to make so much money?

Qi Wuyao had only thought of Ning Lu as a vase before, and only wanted to bang her. He really didn't expect that Ning Lu was so powerful.

Of course, Qi Wuyao would not know that Ning Lu could make so much money because there was help behind the scenes. Zhang Yu and the others had made so much money from Qi Wuyao, so they didn't hesitate to give some feedback. If Ning Lu wanted to completely gain Qi Wuyao's trust, she had to lay some bait.

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Qi. The main reason is that Mr. Qi has a good vision and sees the prospects of Jiangshan Chemical Fiber. As expected, after we invested, a lot of good news was released." Ning Lu did not take credit, but instead said all the credit was Qi Wuyao's. .

This made Qi Wuyao very comfortable, but the current attitude of his family towards him made him a little sad, and he sighed, "You are the only one who knows my talent, but my family doesn't think so. They all think that I am a prodigal and a psychopath." .”

"Mr. Qi, how could this be? It seems that you are not in a particularly good mood. Can you tell me something?" Ning Lu said softly.

"I just look good on the surface. My grandfather's attention is all on my uncle and brother Qi Wuxuan, and he doesn't care about me at all." Qi Wuyao immediately expressed his grievances.

He was also in a bad mood, and because Ning Lu was pretty, he was not wary of Ning Lu at all and talked a lot.

After hearing what he said, Ning Lu took the opportunity to say, "Mr. Qi, if that's the case, I think you should be a big one so that those who don't understand your talents can look at you with admiration."