Subsequently, Huo Yunchao opened Huading Fund's stock market candlestick chart.
His gaze turned icy, and his thin lips parted slightly, "Three years, three years should be enough, right?"
At that moment, he received an email in his inbox. The address was familiar; he had received an email from there before.
The email was from Rong Xiao.
The content was very simple, just one picture. In the picture, a man wearing a hospital gown was holding his head and curled up, like a boiled shrimp being beaten.
Huo Yunchao recognized him; the person who had been beaten was Gao Qiang.
The one who committed the underhanded act was naturally Rong Xiao, a third-generation member with a powerful political background.
Even through the screen, Huo Yunchao felt a chill run down his spine. This spoiled brat who didn't follow the rules—Huo Yunchao was worried that one day he would hurt Dai Dai.
Looking at the screen, Huo Yunchao typed a few words, "Finally, you're of some use. It's not for nothing that Dai Dai considers you a good buddy!"
My good friend put it in quotation marks, which was quite meaningful. He clicked send, and the email was sent.
Ten seconds later, a furious little man emoji appeared. "Not a buddy, a prince."
It's all about talking, and it doesn't cost any money.
Huo Yunchao clicked to reply, "I remember you're only interested in men!" and sent it.
Five seconds later, a new message popped up in the email dialog box: "Damn it, I'm interested in you."
Huo Yunchao, who was inexplicably confessed to, felt more disgusted than if he had eaten something bad. He replied, "Forget it, I'm taken. I have Dai Dai."
Closing the laptop, the world returns to peace.
Although there was a suspicion of poaching, Huo Meiren was the one who took advantage of being favored. Besides, it's always good to have one more person in the world who loves Dai Dai.
He held up his phone and sent a message: "Goodnight, Dai Dai."
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On Sunday, just as dawn was breaking, a Jinbei minivan pulled up in front of the Xianghu Bay villas. Incongruous with the minivan was the fact that the person who got out was dressed incredibly flamboyantly, the kind that stands out from the crowd.
Rong Xiao.
Since we're going to the wholesale market to pick up goods, the headquarters is short one driver and one laborer.
“Princess Diana, I’ve arrived at your villa.”
A few minutes later, two girls came out, both dressed in dark casual clothes and wearing gloves. Jian Yan was also pulling a small cargo cart similar to those used in airports and train stations, carrying several large black plastic bags.
Rong Xiao had a headache and pinched his temples. "Hey, you guys aren't planning to bring the wholesale market home, are you?"
"Bingo, you guessed right." Xue Qiandai said, opening the car door and getting into the passenger seat.
Rong Xiao stopped her, saying, "You sit with me in the back row, and let her sit in the front."
How could we waste such a good opportunity to be alone with Consort Dai? Besides, Rong Xiao is currently traumatized by Jian Yan; this little kitten can be quite fierce when she gets angry.
"Open the trunk," Jian Yan said without further ado.
Two minutes later, the van hit the road.
Rong Xiao slumped in his seat, pouting and looking extremely arrogant. "Daifei, are you asking for trouble? If you want to see the new autumn collection, I can just take you to Paris, right? Why do you have to go to the wholesale market! That godforsaken place is full of people, full of sweat, and full of loud voices!"
Xue Qiandai leaned back in her chair and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Won't it take time to go to Paris? I'm busy!"
You're still busy!
Rong Xiao curled his lip, "How much salary does your coffee shop pay you? I'll double that, provide you with business class airfare, five-star hotels, and even accompany you shopping and helping you choose."
But then a soft laugh came from the front row. Jian Yan turned around, her face beaming with a smug smile. "Young Master Rong, Dai Dai couldn't bear to expose you. Can't you guess? If it's not the right person, all those plane tickets and presidential suites are useless. If it were Beauty Huo, Dai Dai would go no matter how busy she is."
Rong Xiao: "..."
His face turned pale and then flushed. He felt that this little kitten was there to bring him bad luck, and ironically, it made perfect sense.
Xue Qiandai couldn't help but laugh; Jian Yan's ability to roast people was getting better and better!
Rong Xiao was unhappy and tried to whine, "I've never ridden in a minivan in my life. Why do you have to drive this beat-up little Jinbei van? It's so tacky!"
But then Jian Yan said, "If you don't drive a minivan to the wholesale market, are you going to drive a Maybach or a McLaren? If you scratch or dent it, don't be upset."
"You jinx, can't you say something nice?"
The van had already entered the highway and was heading proudly towards the second ring road.
The van driver grinned the whole time, having never seen his employer being talked to like this before, and he found it quite enjoyable and satisfying.
After the arguing had died down, Xue Qiandai made a stop gesture. "Jian, shall we go over the secret code?"
Rong Xiao: "..." Did you think I was acting in a spy drama? And you're even using coded language?
Jian Yan immediately got into character, speaking loudly and confidently, "Boss, how do I take this?"
When shopping at the wholesale market, never ask "How much is this clothing?" You're an amateur! Don't be nervous, looking around anxiously, or muttering to yourself; you're obviously a fake.
"These are all original export overstock items, guaranteed to be bestsellers." Xue Qiandai said, hands on hips and arms crossed.
The so-called "original order" refers to clothing that is identical to the brands and garments in the mall, possibly made from leftover materials that were rejected by the merchants and ended up in the Dongpi wholesale market. New Year's Day is synonymous with high quality at Dongpi.
A celebrity named Leng Bingbing once admitted that she had bargained down a 300 yuan export overstock item to less than half price. Fashion magazines criticized her, questioning how a celebrity could be proud of such a spree. However, fans found their idol genuine, unpretentious, and adorable.
Jian Yan added, "I want to take the early autumn runway pieces that are being reordered."
"Follow-up orders" refer to goods that are produced in the style and pattern of genuine foreign products, but with different materials and workmanship.
Xue Qiandai: "Don't worry, they're all freshly baked, guaranteed to go well, and everyone can take a piece?"
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