Age Fubao: Be a group pet in the cannon fodder home

Chapter 1015 Helping Too Many Times
The teasing twice and again, coupled with the constant scolding when getting along with Qiu He during this period, Wilson's temper was almost smoothed out.

Seeing Qiu He's calm and cold face, Wilson chose to apologize.

"Sorry, it's indeed my fault this time, I shouldn't have rashly inquired about your news."

Qiu He shrugged indifferently, put the paper in his hand on the table, and raised his eyebrows as a signal.

Wilson unfolded it carefully, and as he read the content, the man's eyebrows showed a dignified look.

"Campaign plan, are you serious?"

Qiu He sat on the sofa opposite Wilson, with his hands crossed.

Simple movements, but with the aura of a big boss.

"If I can help you once, I can help you a second time. Of course, I can help you with advice and support you in the election."

Wilson swallowed.

Participate in politics?

It's ridiculous that a family like them actually went to participate in politics.

But think about it. In history, actors can sit in the position of president. Why can't he enter the political arena.

As we all know, what is indispensable for elections here is huge financial support.

After all, both public opinion tactics and vote wins require money.

Calculating the money in his hands now, Wilson was shamefully moved.

"Qiu, are you willing to help me?"

The essence of slapping a sweet date is here.

At this moment, Wilson couldn't remember the unhappiness with Qiu He, his eyes were fixed on Qiu He, like a domesticated dog.

"I could help you, but I've helped you too many times, haven't I?"

Wilson scratched his head and wanted to refute, but found that he couldn't refute.

Of course, he can say with the cheek that he also helped Qiu He, don't think he can't see that Qiu He wants to deal with the Cape Company.

Including the very early time, he also helped Qiu He complete the appraisal.

But Wilson also knew very well that what Qiu He helped him was not at the same level as what he had paid.

It didn't take much effort for him to make that appraisal, but Qiu He got it in exchange for saving his life and helping him secure his position as the helm of the Wilson family.

Not to mention this time, Qiu He could handle it by himself, but he pulled him in and made him a billionaire.

Wilson: "What do you want?"

Qiu He smiled again, "Be your real friend."

Wilson: "..."

The kind that jokes with me anytime and wants to blow my head off?

Although he still had doubts, Wilson had no choice but to agree to the huge temptation in front of him.

At this moment he even understood Matisse's feeling.

When this person sets a trap, even if you know it's a trap, you can't help but put your neck into it.

Qiu He is like a devil. People who sell their souls to the devil will never end well, but the devil still has no shortage of believers.

"I promise you."

After getting the answer he wanted, Qiu He stood up.

"I'm ready to deliver in the stock market. If it's later, both I and you will be easily targeted and regarded as malicious shorting."

"For me, this holiday is long enough. For you, if you want to run for election in the future, it is better to restrain yourself. Brokers are likely to be your future supporters."

Greed and reason fought desperately, and finally Wilson gave up everything to Qiu He.

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

The next day, Qiu He placed an order and delivered the goods.

Excluding Wilson's money, he made a total of 5000 million.

$5000 million, to be exact.

The once-in-50-year decline has indeed created extraordinary returns for him.

(End of this chapter)