Financial freedom starts from graduation

Chapter 481 "Registered capital of one million"

When Liu Heng asked this question, Du Mengqi pretended to drink her coffee casually, but her ears pricked up.

This was the most confusing thing for her after seeing Jiang Qingkui again.

Since they were quite close in college, she knew Jiang Qingkui quite well.

The other party's family is ordinary. Her parents are just cadres of a state-owned enterprise in a small city. When studying in the beautiful country, most of Jiang Qingkui's living expenses were covered by a full scholarship. She was usually frugal. Classmates such as Du Mengqi hardly saw her buy any luxury goods.

The last time Jiang Qingkui came to Shanghai, Du Mengqi, who worked at the IFC, helped her a little and introduced her to the department manager of her company. As a result, Du Mengqi learned of Jiang Qingkui's real intention of setting foot in Shanghai.

When Du Mengqi heard that the other party actually wanted to raise funds to start a business, she praised Jiang Qingkui for his courage and ambition on the surface, but secretly she almost laughed her teeth off.

She knew that Jiang Qingkui had always been very ambitious, but she didn't expect that she was so "naive".

However, Du Mengqi was relieved at that time. Since Jiang Qingkui was holding on to this idea, she was destined to get hurt. Du Mengqi didn't have to worry that she would really accept the invitation of the head of her company's department and become her superior...

You ask her why she hates Jiang Qingkui?
There wasn't any deep hatred, it was probably just that when they were in college, no one would pay attention to Jiang Qingkui wherever she appeared...

No, it’s not just in college. Isn’t it the same now?

Du Mengqi thought she was pretty good-looking and she knew how to dress up. She could sense that the three men gathered around her all had some fondness for her.

But now, we have to add a prefix of "before".

As soon as Jiang Qingkui appeared, their attention was diverted again. Apart from Liu Heng with a burning gaze, the other two also did not hide their interest at all.

Confident men are always like this, especially these three, who all have some capital for their confidence.

Although Du Mengqi felt uncomfortable, she was more concerned about Jiang Qingkui's current situation. With her eyes, she could tell at a glance that Jiang Qingkui was wearing a high-end brand, but what really hurt Du Mengqi's eyes was the Patek Philippe and ruby ​​ring on her wrist...

It must be fake, right?

But if it was just a high-end imitation, Jiang Qingkui's personality would not allow him to do such a thing to whitewash his vanity...

So Du Mengqi couldn't figure out what Jiang Qingkui had been through in the past few months. Why did she suddenly seem to have entered another class?

"Me? I'm just working for someone else."

Hearing Liu Heng's question, Jiang Qingkui replied indifferently.

Perhaps it was the word "also", or perhaps it was Jiang Qingkui's indifferent attitude towards them that once again slightly hurt his self-esteem. Another young man named Tian Xu also raised his eyebrows and said with a smile:

"Ms. Jiang, which company is it? If it is a company in Shanghai, maybe they will have a cooperative relationship with us. After all, our Ping An has a wide range of business..."

"A small company called Wangzhou Culture should not be worthy of your attention."

Jiang Qingkui just smiled faintly.

Wangzhou culture?

Several people looked at each other, and confirmed from each other's eyes that they had never heard of this company. The atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment. Jiang Qingkui was thinking of finding an excuse to leave here, but her phone rang first.

"Hello, Xixi... um, I'm downstairs at the IFC building... OK, send me Lin Ran's contact information, and I'll go up and check later."

After Jiang Qingkui hung up the phone, Du Mengqi beside him immediately smiled and asked:
"Qingkui, I heard you say you were going to the IFC. Which company are you going to visit?"

Liu Heng and others also looked over. After all, their companies were all located in the IFC, and they had a basic understanding of the companies that had settled in this building.

"My own company is going to hold an event in this building, and I'm here to help with some preparations."

"Holding an event? At the Ritz-Carlton?"

Du Mengqi was startled when she heard this and asked curiously.

"No, it's on the 56th floor..."

Jiang Qingkui was about to get up after he finished speaking, but the young man named Qian Zihao, who hadn't spoken much among the people sitting at the coffee table, raised his eyebrows with a strange look in his eyes.

"Ms. Jiang, are you talking about the 56th floor of Phase ?"

"Yes...what's the problem?"

"Ms. Jiang, I don't mean to doubt anything, but... have you been deceived?"

Qian Zihao said with a chuckle.

"Brother Qian, what do you mean by this? Why did Qingkui... get deceived?"

Du Mengqi immediately asked impatiently.

Jiang Qingkui, who was about to leave, was stunned when he heard Qian Zihao's words.

Among these people, the only one that Jiang Qingkui felt had some magnanimity was actually Qian Zihao, the oldest one.

It was obvious that he had a high status in this small group. As soon as he opened his mouth, the attention of the other people was directly attracted.

"Ms. Jiang, let me confirm with you first, is the Wangzhou Culture you work for the same as the Wangzhou Culture in Yunnan Province?"

Qian Zihao turned on his phone screen and saw an industrial and commercial inquiry interface. He smiled and said, "Sorry, Miss Jiang, I didn't mean to check your company. I was just too curious about you..."

Du Mengqi and others took the opportunity to take a sneak peek, but they couldn't see anything else clearly, but the information "registered capital of one million" was extremely conspicuous.

"It's okay, it's just...what do you mean by 'I was tricked'?"

Wangzhou Culture in Yunnan Province was the earliest company registered by Zhou Wang. It was handled by Xu Wenxi at that time, so the registered capital was not high. Jiang Qingkui ignored the strange looks of several people, and she did not feel that she had an obligation to prove anything to them. However, after hearing Qian Zihao's words, she couldn't help but frown and asked.

"Because as far as I know, the 55th and 56th floors of the IFC Phase II office building have been vacant for a long time, but you said that the venue for your event is on the 56th floor. This doesn't make sense..."

Qian Zihao chuckled.

Jiang Qingkui frowned, "Since you also said that these two floors are vacant, what's the problem with renting them to us for events?"

"Ms. Jiang, the fifty-sixth floor is the top floor..."

Du Mengqi and the others, who were also somewhat confused, seemed to remember something when they heard Qian Zihao say this, and exclaimed, "Yes, isn't the 56th floor the top floor? I always felt something was strange, and I couldn't remember which company's territory was there..."

"Hey, Brother Qian, I remember now. Didn't you say before that the two floors should be kept by the developer for its own use? You asked for a price before, but were rejected directly?"

"Bingo!"

Qian Zihao smiled and said, "Yes, otherwise why would I feel that Miss Jiang was deceived, because the developer didn't even plan to sell those two floors, let alone rent them out..."

Seeing that Jiang Qingkui was still frowning, Du Mengqi explained to her:
"Qingkui, it's like this. Brother Qian is different from us. He is his own boss and owns half a floor in the second phase of the IFC. Note that it is ownership... So, he is one of the real owners of the IFC. You have to believe what he says!"

After hearing Du Mengqi's explanation, Jiang Qingkui looked at Qian Zihao in surprise. He didn't expect that he had this identity.

Qian Zihao smiled, enjoying Jiang Qingkui's look at this time. He pulled his collar and said casually:
"I'm very familiar with the property manager of Guojin. He told me all those things just now. That's why I suspect you were cheated by some unscrupulous agent, Ms. Jiang. After all, similar things have happened before... Small and medium-sized companies from other places should be careful no matter what they do in Shanghai. This is my kind reminder to you."

Hearing Qian Zihao's advice, which was tinged with a sense of superiority, Jiang Qingkui was speechless for a moment.

She didn't think Zhou Wang would lie to her or that Zhou Wang would be deceived. After all, she had been with Zhou Wang for so long, from Mingcheng to Hangzhou and then to Beidu, and she had never seen Zhou Wang suffer any loss...

Not to mention that she also knew clearly that although the company founded by Zhou Wang seemed insignificant, he was also a shareholder of large groups such as Magic City Jiahui International and Pinghe Education. He was not without roots in Magic City.

But Qian Zihao didn't sound like he was lying, so Jiang Qingkui was a little puzzled at this moment.

Then how did Zhou Wang get the right to use the top floor of IFC, and why was it so secretive?

Jiang Qingkui, who already knew Zhou Wang quite well, intuitively felt that there must be some "trick" that she didn't know about, but she couldn't figure out what Zhou Wang's purpose was in hiding it from her.

When Jiang Qingkui was distracted, Du Mengqi beside him could no longer hold back the questions that had been surging in his mind for a long time, and asked:
"Qingkui, what is your position in Wangzhou Culture? Vice President or..."

"secretary."

Jiang Qingkui, who was thinking about something, answered subconsciously.

"secretary?"

Du Mengqi never expected such an answer to come out of Jiang Qingkui's mouth. She was stunned for a moment. Qian Zihao, Liu Heng and others beside her were also stunned and looked stunned.

This Miss Jiang, who looks noble and cool, and whose outfit is also well-dressed, is actually someone else's personal secretary?

Their looks unconsciously became somewhat complicated, especially Qian Zihao, whose eyes even had a flash of gloom and anger.

Jiang Qingkui didn't know what they were thinking, but she noticed the subtle changes in their expressions, and her expression became cold.

Looking at his watch, Jiang Qingkui stood up and said, "It's almost time, you guys chat slowly, I'll go upstairs first."

Jiang Qingkui was about to leave when Qian Zihao suddenly stood up and said, "Miss Jiang, would it be convenient for you to take us to have a look?"

Liu Heng and others, who were already unwilling to accept the situation, also started to speak up after hearing Qian Zihao say this.

"Yes, Miss Jiang, let's go together. If there is any problem, maybe we can help..."

"Hehe, Qingkui, I'm actually quite curious too. Your company or your boss should be pretty impressive. Can you hold an event on the top floor of the IFC? Can you let me go and see it for myself?"

Jiang Qingkui didn't know how to refuse for a moment, so he nodded: "If you want to go, let's go together... But you can't stay too long. You need an invitation to attend the formal dinner. This is the rule set by our boss."

After thinking about it, Jiang Qingkui added this.

"Don't worry, Qingkui, we just want to make sure you are not deceived. We are not interested in the so-called dinner party..."

"Yes, Miss Jiang, it's just a meal, are we going to force it?"

Several people spoke up, with disdain or contempt in their eyes.

Probably they didn't expect that Jiang Qingkui would say such petty words.

Jiang Qingkui didn't bother to care what they thought. Since they insisted on following her, she had to explain some rules first. She vaguely knew that Zhou Wang had invited many important people to the dinner tonight, although she didn't know if all of them would be there...

……

As a super-grade A office building in the core landmark of Lujiazui, the IFC Phase II office building has naturally fully considered the needs of efficient operations and high-end tenants in terms of elevator configuration. In the entire office building, the total number of direct elevators, passenger elevators and freight elevators reaches an astonishing 45.

In fact, Xu Wenxi called Jiang Qingkui just now and told her that if she didn't want to wait for the elevator, she could contact Lin Ran before going up, and Lin Ran would come to pick her up in a special elevator.

But with so many people around him at this time, Jiang Qingkui did not contact Lin Ran again, but chose to come to the passenger elevator area under the guidance of Du Mengqi and others.

First take the shuttle elevator to the "sky lobby" on the 30th floor, and then take the high-rise passenger elevator to the 56th floor, which is the top floor of the Phase II office building.

Ding!
The moment the elevator door opened, the scene that came into view stunned not only Du Mengqi and the others, but even Jiang Qingkui, who was somewhat mentally prepared, was stunned for a moment.

A thick blue carpet spread out from under the feet, with clusters of flowers on both sides, extending all the way to the wide hall in front.

The bright floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the glow of the setting sun. In that extremely deep space, countless staff members in uniform suits and white gloves were busy at work. Dining tables covered with white napkins had already been in place. But what really stunned several people was the large amount of expensive liquors piled in the middle of the hall that had not yet been placed on the dining table and wine cabinet.

In the nightclub, the Spade A champagne, known as the king of wine, can only be piled at the edge like garbage, while the white wine, red wine and foreign wine in the middle are so popular that even Qian Zihao, the most knowledgeable person present, cannot recognize them all.

But just the few that he could recognize were enough to shock him.

"50-year-old limited edition Moutai, Wuliangye Jiulongtan, Macallan Lalique whisky, Patrón Diamonds tequila, Petrus..."

It is no exaggeration to say that if the wine and drinks piled up like a small mountain in the middle of the hall were all genuine, they would be enough to buy a house in Shanghai, and it would be a mansion worth tens of millions...

But judging by the busy scene and the location of the dinner, how could the drinks be fake?
Liu Heng and others who were traveling with him reacted even more severely than Qian Zihao, and everyone's eyes were filled with shock.

They subconsciously looked at Qian Zihao...

Didn’t you just swear that this floor would never be rented out?

So what is going on in front of us?

Qian Zihao's face flushed red, and he didn't know what to say for a moment. He even suspected that he had been cheated by the "Qiqicha" App...

Could this be a fuss created by a "small company from another place" with a registered capital of only one million?
(End of this chapter)