Rebirth of financial migrant workers

Chapter 242 Beer removes the smell, but cannot remove lipstick marks

Wang Chunliang admitted that he was still superficial.

Before that, he had thought that the fish in the goldfish tank here could only be watched and not played with.

As for the senior brother's order, the waiter went to call someone without saying a word.

Less than ten minutes later, the dancer in the audience appeared at the partition door.

At this time, she had already changed into a stewardess uniform.

Also, when formally negotiating aerospace orders, you have to attend in formal attire, right?

Wang Quan raised his right hand and pointed to the opposite side.

Dancer Wei immediately understood, nodded with a smile, and sat next to Wang Chunliang's lap.

The black stockings looked a bit dazzling when illuminated by the light, and Wang Chunliang could feel the smoothness in them through his pants.

He, who boasted that he had already experienced the torture at the entrance of Fengyue Place, could not help but tighten his muscles at this time, which caused a lot of ridicule from the senior brother opposite him.

Through the flickering lights, Wang Chunliang secretly looked at the dancer next to him.

Yes, very pure, no heavy makeup on her face.

If it weren't for the wrong occasion, I would definitely feel that the other person is a holy angel flying in the blue sky.

Seeing that his junior brother was timid, Wang Quan coughed, stood up slightly, patted the dancer's black stocking thigh with his hand, and said:
"My brother is interested in you. You should communicate with him more."

"Ah, brother, it's annoying! We only show off our skills and not our bodies."

After she finished speaking, she pouted, but she turned a blind eye to the big hand on her leg, which made her words seem a little feeble, more like flirting words that meant she wanted to refuse.

"Haha, okay, okay, just show off, then you can show off your talent."

Faced with Wang Quan's aggressive words, the dancer rolled his eyes and said:
"Is my brother satisfied with the dance I just performed downstairs? My greatest talent is dancing."

Wang Quan didn't say anything, sat back in his seat, and looked at the other party with interest.

"Okay, okay, let me perform this"

As she spoke, she picked up a bottle of Budweiser from in front of Wang Chunliang, skillfully opened the lid, and performed a blow on the bottle.

After finishing the drink, she stuck out her tongue and rolled the foam on her lips, showing off her amazing flexibility.

After drinking, the unfamiliar atmosphere was broken.

The dancer who was holding it before also returned to the mortal world. Now he was sitting next to Wang Chunliang, moving his hands and feet from time to time.

Wang Chunliang's head was a little dizzy, and he only thought that the other party must have liked lollipops when he was a child.

Seeing this, Wang Quan couldn't help but said:

"You will take my brother upstairs to talk business in a while. He is still very interested in your airline's products."

Although I don't know if this is the gift mentioned by the senior brother, Wang Chunliang doesn't want to accept this kind offer.

If it's a plum problem, the probability is that the warts are no big deal, Ai Qing will come soon!
Wang Chunliang not only has to be responsible for himself, but also for the eldest lady, the second lady, Sister Jun, Xu Caicai, Gu Xiaoxiao
Oh, just kidding, he has a lot of people to answer to anyway.

Although he was drunk and slow to react, he still held on to the bottom line and was dragged upstairs slowly by the dancers.

It took so long that the call for help finally came.

The caller on the phone showed Sister Jun. He covered the dancer's mouth and answered the call.

"It's already half past ten, haven't the show ended yet? Did you drink too much? I drove to pick you up. It stopped at the gate of Daohua Hotel. Which box are you in? Do you want me to go upstairs to pick you up?" Wang Chunliang was so excited that he was half awake from the wine and said incoherently that he would go downstairs immediately.

Wang Quan, who was sitting not far away, also heard the female voice on the phone. He laughed, walked up to Wang Chunliang and patted his shoulder:

"Which sibling is this? In this case, go quickly and don't cause any misunderstanding."

Wang Chunliang spread his hands: "Brother, I'll leave first."

Wang Quan took the dancer from Wang Chunliang's arms with a smile, and then waved casually.

But just after Wang Chunliang turned around and walked a few steps, he changed direction again, returned to the coffee table, picked up a bottle of Budweiser, and left the third floor under the surprised eyes of his senior brothers and dancers.

When he came to the deserted place on the second floor stairs, he opened the bottle cap, first poured some beer into the palm of his hand, smeared it on his face, and then sprinkled a lot of it on his clothes.

Don't ask why you do this, just ask what you learned from the urban novels at the starting point. In judicial interpretations, this is called concealing criminal evidence.

When Wang Chunliang finished all this and arrived at the lobby on the first floor of Guiren Building, Sister Jun was already waiting at the door.

Since she was not a member, she was blocked outside by the doorman.

Wang Chunliang rushed up to meet him, but what greeted him was Sister Jun sniffing closely like a police dog.

"Hey - how much alcohol have you drunk? Why are you still covered with it? It smells so bad!"

Sister Jun pinched her nose with one hand in a gesture of disgust, and held Wang Chunliang's arm with the other. The two of them walked unsteadily on the forest path on a spring night in Daohualou.

"Have you spoken to your senior brother? Is it true that he made the report?"

Wang Chunliang nodded and briefly recounted what he saw at dinner and the conversation he had with his senior brother just now.

".That's probably it, so this matter is over now and should be considered an end."

"Yes, that's right. After you were picked up by Wang Quan's car in the afternoon, the head office issued instructions to our branch to deduct funds from Yu Weixin's related accounts and repay the loan in advance."

Wang Chunliang stopped when he heard this and asked, "How much money did you get back in the end?"

The corner of Sister Jun's mouth rose: "Originally, the head office and branch did not have any hope in this, thinking that they would not be able to recover even a cent of the 2000 million yuan loan. Unexpectedly, in our bank's Weixin Steel Trade corporate account and Yu Weixin's personal account The accumulated funds added up to almost 1400 million yuan, and now the loan loss is only over 600 million yuan."

After saying that, she patted Wang Chunliang on the back and praised:
"This is all thanks to you handling the fund collection business for Yu Weixin and his company in advance, so that none of his money was leaked.

Now the leaders of the head office are using this incident to praise President Gao and your senior brother for their foresight and resisting pressure to promote this business, which saved our bank's losses.

The team responsible for the collection of non-performing loans at the branch is discussing what kind of reward to give you in this matter.

If according to our bank's incentive policy for recovering non-performing loans, the rebate is 3%-5%, tsk tsk tsk, that's half a million! "

Wang Chunliang was more concerned about another piece of information. He asked:

"Did the head office call the police? Have you caught Yu Weixin?"

"The police have been called, but the process is still going through. Now no one can contact Yu Weixin. He should be hiding."

Wang Chunliang sighed softly after hearing this, hugged Sister Jun's shoulders tightly, and said:
"Then you have to be careful lately. If a dog jumps over the wall in a hurry, just in case he gets mad and bites people."

Sister Jun nodded, then suddenly opened her eyes wide and stared at Wang Chunliang's neck.

"???"

"Wang Chunliang, why is there a lipstick mark on your collar again?!"

(End of this chapter)