The rich man: Who made him rich?

Chapter 43 Stealing the House [Godfathers, please read on! ]

Wuyou Media, Artist Department.

He Qiqi, wearing an orange floral Prada dress, thin-strap sandals, and carrying a large Prada bag, sat at her workstation in high spirits.

"Qiqi, is that a Prada bag you're carrying?"

"Really? Let me see."

"The skirt and shoes are also products of Pudala."

"Qiqi, you are a rich second generation, right?"

Someone recognized Pudala's shopping bag, and then others discovered more details. The artist department became noisy in a small circle. The expectations of female Internet celebrities for luxury goods are the same as men's love for cars. They cannot afford them, but they are deeply involved in research.

He Qiqi, dressed in Prada, is the equivalent of Li Li, who drives a 911 to work.

What a luxury!

They would hesitate for a long time before buying a bag, but He Qiqi was wearing all luxury goods. They complimented her but felt envious and jealous in their hearts.

Hua Suihua sat at her workstation, quietly observing He Qiqi, who was the center of discussion. The originally pretty but rustic girl became more proud and confident, with more pride of a swan.

Hua Suihua was different from her ignorant colleagues. She knew the reason: Li Li posted a photo of the two of them shopping at Prada on her Moments.

I am also a female internet celebrity under your command… Hua Suihua thought aggrievedly.

I can talk to you, I can call you dad, so why don’t you come and conquer me?

The praise of He Qiqi by her colleagues was like an invisible whip lashing her heart. She began to reflect that he might not like the shy type of girl, but prefer the enthusiastic, cheerful and proactive type.

You should be more proactive to attract other people's attention!
He Qiqi deliberately showed off that she had given Hua Suihua a small transformation in her heart, from passive waiting to direct attack.

Hua Suihua stopped looking at He Qiqi and lowered her head to send a message to Li Li: "Brother Li, I have something to talk to you about."

Li Li: "Come to the agency department."

Hua Suihua excitedly made a "Yeah" gesture, and the house was stolen successfully!

Before disappearing around the corner of the agency department, Hua Suihua gave He Qiqi a meaningful look. He Qiqi, who was in the center of the crowd, also caught Hua Suihua's gaze.

Why did she look at him like a fool... He Qiqi wondered inwardly, but soon she was immersed in the praises from her colleagues around her, unable to extricate herself.

Wuyou Media, Agency Department.

Hua Suihua first tidied her appearance in front of the mirror. Her seemingly casual hair was also the result of careful design. She went to meet Li Li in the best possible manner. It would be best if she could get extra points, but at worst she should not be deducted points.

The atmosphere in the agency department is weird... Hua Suihua thought as she stood in front of Li Li.

She could feel everyone's eyes were on her.

Am I that famous in the agency department?

Hua Suihua thought everyone was looking at her, but in fact everyone was looking at Li Li unintentionally. After Li Li admitted his identity as the owner of the 911, everyone had mixed emotions, including novelty, surprise, envy, and curiosity.

There are many wealthy people in Shanghai, but there are few wealthy people in Wuyou Media. It was their first time to experience a colleague driving a Porsche 911 to work, which was a bit novel.

"Brother Li, I poured you a glass of water." Zhao Yue's smile was somewhat flattering.

Li Li: "Put it here."

There was some conflict in their relationship before, but Zhao Yue chose to bow her head now, and Li Li accepted Zhao Yue's flattery and put aside their past grudges. He couldn't just kill her over a disagreement.

"Okay." Zhao Yue breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she was not troubled. He might not even bother to trouble me. Zhao Yue laughed at herself in her heart.

Li Li took a sip of water and looked at the flowers: "What's the matter?"

Wearing a simple white shirt, light blue jeans, long flowing hair, and youthful facial features, he exudes the aura of a young college student.

Hua Suihua: "I have a dinner party tonight. My former agent arranged it for me. Can Brother Li go with me? Please~."

Hua Suihua put her hands together and asked pitifully, like a girlfriend acting coquettishly to her boyfriend. Li Li nodded, but made a request: "It should be over before 8pm. I want to go home."

Hua Suihua made an OK gesture, a little sweetly, and walked back to the artist department happily.

Li Li slacked off until four in the afternoon, when he received a message from Zhao Feng on his mobile phone.

Zhao Feng: "Juanjuan and I would like to invite you to dinner, thank you."

Li Li: "No need to be so troublesome, we are all brothers."

Zhao Feng: "If you don't come, we won't dare to take the 38.8."

Li Li: “…”

Li Li: "Okay, tomorrow night."

Zhao Feng replied "OK" and then sent the message to his girlfriend Song Juan.

Song Juan: "Okay, I'll take a day off tomorrow and clean up the house."

His girlfriend really treats him as her leader... Zhao Feng feels sorry for his girlfriend: "Then I'll take some time off too, and we'll do some cleaning together."

"it is good."

Zhao Feng immediately went to his boss to ask for a day off. When he came back, his colleagues teased him, "Brother Feng, you stayed in the Presidential Suite on the Bund for the weekend and took a day off on Tuesday. You can't pretend to be an ordinary person anymore. You have to act like a rich second-generation to get along with us!"

Zhao Feng waved his hands: "It's not my money, it belongs to my good friend from college. I was upset about something and he helped me out!"

"Wow, your college classmate is really awesome, he lives in a presidential suite and has a mine at home!"

Zhao Feng smiled, as if he was proud of it, and started talking about sex: "You don't even know what car to drive, look up to the U8, it costs one million! That car is so damn comfortable to sit in, I'd be willing to sleep in it every day."

"One million?" Zhu Bo asked, speaking in a very Shanghainese way. "A car worth one million is not expensive in Shanghai, right? The cars in Lujiazui are just ordinary cars. I have a high school classmate who lives in the city center. He drives a top-of-the-line Porsche Panamera, but he doesn't look rich at all."

Zhao Feng looked at Zhu Bo unhappily while he was talking. I was bragging to my brother, and you’re just throwing around some shit about your high school classmate?
If I didn’t know, I would have thought you were driving a Panamera!
I have cooperation with Jack Ma and Pony Ma, did I say anything?

Significant to you?

There is a kind of people in life who always like to interrupt others when they are bragging. After hearing something, they like to refute it immediately, "What's yours? I have something better!"

Zhu Bo is such a person.

Zhao Feng asked, "Did your classmates give you money?"

"No?" Zhu Bo looked confused, not understanding why Zhao Feng asked this.

"Oh," Zhao Feng said lightly, "It's nothing. My classmate gave me and my wife a wedding red envelope of 38.8 yuan."

Zhu Bo moved his lips twice and then fell silent.

Zhao Feng was not the type to show off, but he couldn't resist the urge to slap Zhu Bo in the face and said it out loud in front of his colleagues.

"Fuck, Lao Zhao, you are so damn lucky that you can even meet such a great university classmate?"

"What kind of pillow does this college bro sleep on to dream about this."

"He's not just a classmate, he's a second father."

"I'm going to ask my classmate where he hid my 38.8 yuan."

Zhao Feng scratched his head, feeling helpless as he went from being an unknown to being the core. He couldn't control the smile on his face. "Tomorrow I will invite him to my house to thank him."

"Yes, indeed, I definitely want this one!"

Zhao Feng waved his hand: "Keep a low profile, everyone~"

(End of this chapter)