I Have 30 Billion More Cards

This girl seldom smiled to herself, Lin Fei thought about it, and was a little unsure if it was the first time she saw him.

John.

Steven was the first, and Lin Fei smiled and continued to stretch out his hand.

Old John did not stretch out his hand, but hugged him.

"thanks!"

He whispered in Lin Fei's ear, now he is still immersed in excitement.

"I will continue to ask you to manage Automobili Lamborghini in the future. I'm the one who... I want to say thank you."

Lin Fei patted Old John on the back, and understood his current feelings very well.

Old John has actually been sullen since he was fired from the public.

"I will definitely help you manage the company well."

John.

Steven's came back immediately, and when it comes to Automobili Lamborghini, he is the authority on management.

Zhou Wenya began to introduce the rest of the investment team to Lin Fei.

"Lu Jiaming, 32 and [-] years old, Ph.D. from Harvard University"

"Fan Youjian, [-] years old, University of Cambridge"

"Liu Haoyu, twenty-nine years old, from Oxford University"

"He Kuan, twenty-eight years old, Princeton University"

"Wu Zedong, [-] years old, University of Chicago"

"Xu Youmi, [-] years old, University of Cambridge"

Lin Fei smiled and shook hands with them one by one. In his opinion, these are talents, rare talents.

"Thank you for your hard work."

"As I said before, I will not forget your hard work."

"Every team member, I will award $200 million in cash."

"Zhou Wenya and Mr. John, I have another reward."

Lin Fei announced the measures in front of everyone.

$2, which is a lot of money, and the investment team cheered.

This... young boss, can do it well.

"Everyone got in the car."

"I have prepared a celebration banquet for everyone."

"Not drunk tonight."

Lin Fei greeted everyone.

These Li Ang had already arranged, and he was standing beside him.

Li Ang specially packed a few luxury cars to pick you up, and he also packed a Chinese restaurant in the city.

Although it is very late.

The Chinese restaurant was still brightly lit, and several chefs patiently waited for their arrival.

Everyone get in the car.

Zhou Wenya was arranged to take a car with Lin Fei, and Old John was also in this car.

When getting in the car.

Zhou Wenya's body froze, and she snorted softly in front of the door.

The voice was very small, but Lin Fei heard it.

"What's wrong"

He looked at Zhou Wenya.

"fine."

"Get in the car!"

Zhou Wenya shook her head.

Lin Fei saw the cold sweat on her forehead.

"wrong!"

"what happened to you"

He saw that something was wrong with Zhou Wenya.