Jiang Qingwan directly sent out a group red envelope with a password, adding 600 yuan to each person, which is the maximum amount of 3,000 yuan, exceeding the limit by 20%.
Choose to pay the full amount.
The riders were all very happy. As for those who bought less, many of them also took the initiative to send out lucky red envelopes in the group chat, and everyone had a good time grabbing them.
Everyone was in a good mood, and there were no arguments.
A busy day is coming to an end; busy, but very rewarding.
While they're spending money, someone else is bringing in funds.
Yes, it was Cheng Yi who brought good news.
It is said that about 70% of Jiang Qingwan's assets have been sold, and the rest are expected to be sold by tomorrow.
Another billion or so dollars.
Huang Jiajia also said that the warehouse receiving is almost complete and she can work overtime to finish it.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Qingwan immediately refused and tried to reason with Huang Jiajia.
They say it's bad for girls to work overtime and stay up late. The warehouse is located in the suburbs, where it's dark and inconvenient at night.
However, Huang Jiajia was too conscientious and responsible at work, and said directly, "Sister, I'll just lock the warehouse and check the list myself inside. It's very safe."
After Jiang Qingwan's attempts to dissuade her failed, she had no choice but to reward her with money, transferring another 1,000 yuan to her.
The restaurant food we ordered from home, except for some private kitchen dishes that were ordered in particularly large quantities, has basically all been prepared and delivered to our door.
When it came time for dinner, Jiang Qingwan was overwhelmed by the variety of delicious dishes from all over the country, each one waiting for her to enjoy.
The night was deep, a crescent moon hung in the sky, and the wind blew through the dry branches, breaking the silence of the night. The howling wind was mixed with the crisp sound of breaking branches.
Dressed in black, Jiang Qingwan used her enhanced senses to cleverly avoid all the cameras.
An alleyway that has been shaped by the passage of time.
Jiang Qingwan stood in front of a somewhat dilapidated wall.
“Hu Hu, it’s me.” Jiang Qingwan poked a brick with her hand.
The bricks wobbled slightly, but just as I was about to feel it more closely, the wobbling disappeared.
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