Future Stamps and Coins Diary

Chapter 59 Jiang Rui's Ending
He held his cell phone high up in front of everyone.

On that frozen page, only the latest few transfer records were displayed, all of which were incoming transfers, and each transaction was worth nearly 10 million.

“【农业银行】****于12月28日向您尾号1174账户转入RMB8900000.00元，余额67560000.00元。”

6756 million!
I grass!

There was a burst of exclamations all around.

Jiang Guoru put down her phone and continued to say to Lu Feng, "Boss Lu, show everyone the text message of the transfer on your phone, so that these people who look down on others will know what it means that there are always people who are better than you. Don't do this all day long."

Lu Feng sighed helplessly and picked up his phone.

At this moment, almost everyone's expression changed drastically!
Really are!
By the time Lu Feng opened the text message page and handed it to Jiang Guoru, there was no need to display it anymore.

"Boss Lu, this is 80 million worth of goods, and you ate it all by yourself?"

"Oh my god, how come I didn't know there are hidden big guys in the market."

"This is too generous of his grandmother!"

"Eighty million, I give in!"

Amid the exclamations, Jiang Rui and the other two were like wooden men, not knowing how to react.

Eighty million?
What number?
With the support of the big boss behind him, Jiang Rui has been in business for more than ten years and finally has a net worth of 20 to 30 million, and his working capital has also struggled to exceed 10 million.

But 80 million just to buy one variety, this is not a single order of magnitude anymore.

Impossible, absolutely impossible!
Jiang Rui's mind went blank. Didn't Huang Doudou say that there were no deals? Didn't he say that he had nothing to do every day?
That kid did it on purpose!

Jiang Rui clenched his hands and trembled violently. Not only was he deceived by a younger brother whom he looked down upon, but also because of his negligence, he passed the wrong information to the big boss behind him.

Finished!

Lu Youxin and Yang Yuechao were completely dumbfounded.

They knew Lu Feng's background better than anyone else, and they had even humbled themselves in order to get a loan of more than 10,000 yuan.

How long has it been?
80 million? 30 million profit?

The combined net worth of both of them is less than one twentieth of it.

Jiang Guoru returned the phone to Lu Feng and looked at the three people who were dumbfounded. "Now, does anyone still have doubts?"

of course not!

Because except for those teams that actually manage a certain variety, or the leaders of a certain sector, this is already the limit of what can be achieved.

Even if it only happens once, it is a height that most people will never be able to reach in their lifetime.

Jiang Guoru smiled and couldn't help telling them that it was this young man in front of them who swallowed the explosive Jiu Zang in one gulp and brought it back to life.

He felt that this was enough. Without Lu Feng's consent, some things really couldn't be said.

If he hadn't really been unable to bear it today, he wouldn't have done something so extreme.

He had long since determined in his heart that Lu Feng was a big market merchant who could stand on equal footing with him.

Although they are still a long way from the pyramids and those secretly operating across the country, a few second- and third-rate small merchants are enough for them to reflect on themselves.

"Okay, now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, let's stop crowding around and just eat and drink." Li Minghao quickly tried to smooth things over.

But the crowd around him were reluctant to disperse for a long time, and their eyes when they looked at Lu Feng had completely changed.

Someone was curious: "Mr. Lu, are you planning to make commemorative banknotes?"

Lu Feng: "No, no, I just resell it to make a profit from the difference."

"Boss Lu, can you tell us why you are so low-key?"

Lu Feng: “…”

"Boss Lu, Boss Jiang said you made 30 million a month. Is that true? That's too scary!"

"Not so many?"

"If it's not that much, then how much is it?" "Probably around 2,700 or 2,800."

“Fuck…”

The farce ended quickly, and Lu Feng sat back down, having become the focus of the banquet.

As for the three people who left early, no one cared where they went.

Bank of America Center...

In the conference room, the Shandong man lowered his head and his chest heaved violently.

In front of him, the man kept turning the limited edition Dupont lighter between his fingers, his face calm, as if nothing had happened.

Behind him, two meters away, Jiang Rui hunched his body and dared only look at the ground.

"Very good! I reminded you again and again, and finally you gave me this answer."

The man finally spoke.

Dongzi and Jiang Rui dared not move.

"I said that no one could survive my hands continuously. But now, because of you, the slap marks on my face are already bleeding."

"Adong, you come first."

The Shandong man swallowed hard, took a step forward, and placed his hand on the conference table in front of the man.

The hard steel lighter fell, and the sound of broken bones was heard. The Shandong man's body trembled slightly, but no sound was made.

"All performance for the entire year last year will be reset to zero, and the rewards for new projects will be halved. Get out."

The Shandong man slowly withdrew his hand, bowed and nodded to the man, and left the meeting room without saying a word.

"Mr. Jiang..."

The man's voice sounded again.

Jiang Rui cried, his legs shaking: "Li... Li..." He couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

"Come here! Don't be afraid!" the man's voice was gentle.

Jiang Rui finally couldn't help it and knelt down with a plop. "It's all my fault. I'm willing to atone for my sins. Mr. Li, please give me another chance. If I don't kill Lu Feng, I will never step into the stamp and coin market again in my life."

"Don't worry, come here." The man's voice was still light.

"I was wrong, I was really wrong." Jiang Rui lay on the ground.

The man winked outside the meeting room.

Two big men came over, ignoring Jiang Rui's struggle, and carried him to the man, and pried his fingers apart like a chick.

Jiang Rui struggled frantically. With a muffled groan, the big man covered his mouth and slowly let go of his hand. Jiang Rui was already pale and felt like his right palm was not his own.

"Get out of here, and don't show up in front of me again." The man took out the tissue next to him, wiped the blood off the lighter, suddenly frowned, and threw the lighter directly out of the window of the conference room.

unlucky!

Lu Feng had no idea what happened in the high-rise building not far from the market. He only knew that he seemed to have never seen Jiang Rui again after the banquet that day.

The stall seemed to be closed without any warning, and no notice was posted.

It was not until the 8th that Lu Feng successfully obtained his driver's license. He happily returned to the stall and wanted to say goodbye to Huang Doudou.

The whole company will be closed tomorrow and the stall will be closed on the 10th.

Lu Feng gave himself one day. He earned so much money, so he decided to treat himself before going home. It wouldn't be too much to buy himself a car, right?
"Lv Feng..." Just before the market closed, a man wrapped in a long down jacket, wearing a mask and a baseball cap appeared at 2748.

His right palm was wrapped in gauze.

The man slowly lifted the mask with his left hand, revealing a face that Huang Doudou hated so much.

(End of this chapter)