Chapter 6 Identity Issues
Professor Qian waited until Zhao Xiaofei calmed down before continuing, "If you entrust the sale to our company, we'll give you a discount on the handling fee. This includes the individual income tax you'll have to pay in the future. Our company will deduct the amount from your income and pay it for you. This will save you a lot of trouble."
"Okay! But I don't have the money to pay for the recording fee! And I'm in urgent need of money now. Can you give me 100 million first? The rest can be deducted from the auction proceeds?" Zhao Xiaofei said.
"Okay! I will notify the company's top management to prepare it for you immediately, but these three items must be here today. Let's sign the contract now!" said Professor Qian.
"Okay!" Zhao Xiaofei's voice trembled a little.
Not long after Zhao Xiaofei finished signing the contract, his phone rang. Seeing the incoming bill message, he began to count, mumbling: one zero, two zeros, three zeros, four zeros, five zeros, six zeros, seven zeros, eight zeros.
Zhao Xiaofei hadn't slept much the previous night, and after pocketing the money, he suddenly felt sleepy. He said to Professor Qian, "Let Professor Xu take this Liao artifact and play with it for now. I can't sell it, and it's useless to me. I'll contact the museum and have them return it to me someday! I need to go home and catch up on some sleep!" With that, he tossed the Liao artifact onto the sofa, grabbed the contract, and prepared to leave.
Professor Xu's eyes twitched at Zhao Xiaofei's toss. He thought to himself, "That's a national treasure! Even if I can't sell it, I can't do this to it!" If it were my grandson, I'd beat him to death! The other two professors saw the magic weapon being thrown onto the sofa, and their hearts also jumped with the bounce of the magic weapon.
Professor Xu quickly scooped up the instrument and stroked it. Before Zhao Xiaofei left, he said to the receptionist, "You lose, you owe me a meal! Make it up next time!" He then took a taxi and left. The receptionist behind him was also watching with a twitching eye.
It was already noon when Zhao Xiaofei arrived home. He undressed and took a nap. He slept until the next morning. Liu Aiping and Zhao Xiaokun came in to check on him, thinking he was sick. Zhao Xiaokun even touched his forehead, found nothing, and left. He had taken three days off anyway, and it would be back to work tomorrow after a bit of rest, so they didn't bother him.
When Zhao Xiaofei woke up the next day, he saw only breakfast and a note from his mother on the table. His mother told him not to forget to eat. Zhao Xiaofei threw away the note, finished his breakfast, and left home. He first went to the bank ATM to check the balance on his card. Sure enough, there was 100 million yuan. This was not a dream. As soon as he left, the phone rang. Zhao Xiaofei picked up the phone: Hello! Who is it?
Hello, Mr. Zhao! I'm a customer service manager at Bank X. Your deposit has reached our VIP status, so I've been assigned as your professional financial advisor. What are your requirements? We'll do our best to meet them!
I just have one request: Don't call me unless necessary! Otherwise, I'll transfer all the money to another bank. After saying that, Zhao Xiaofei hung up the phone.
The bank customer service manager on the other end of the phone looked confused, but still conveyed Zhao Xiaofei's original words to the company's leaders. Sure enough, Zhao Xiaofei's phone was never harassed by the bank.
Now that he had the money, what should he do first? That's right! Buy a car! He'd even gotten a license plate! First, he had to buy a car, something understated, luxurious, and sophisticated. He used to only be able to buy an Alto, but now he had to buy an Audi. But in Zhao Xiaofei's eyes, Audis were only popular with older people, so he went to the BAIC 4S dealership and bought a white BAIC Warrior 2.0T four-door. The full price was 250,000 yuan! He bought it because it's so sturdy. If another car hits it, it's fine, but the other car would be almost completely destroyed.
After a busy day and completing all the paperwork, Zhao Xiaofei drove to the entrance of Jiang Xiaomei's company. It was already time to get off work, and people were coming out one after another. He saw that familiar figure from a distance. He put on his sunglasses, drove forward, rolled down the window, and shouted to Jiang Xiaomei, "Beautiful girl! Come play with me!"
Jiang Xiaomei turned around and cursed, "You're sick!"
"I'm sick! You have medicine! Only you can cure me!" Zhao Xiaofei said as he continued to drive forward and follow her.
Jiang Xiaomei finally realized what was happening. The voice was incredibly familiar. Upon closer inspection, she realized it was Zhao Xiaofei. She immediately ran over, opened the car door, and got in. After settling in, her first words were, "You're crazy! What are you doing here at the office gate? Everyone's watching us!" She even glanced outside.
Zhao Xiaofei stepped on the accelerator and drove away at a gust of wind. Jiang Xiaomei scolded, "Are you crazy? Driving so fast!" Zhao Xiaofei smiled and didn't answer, but just slowed down the car.
Jiang Xiaomei asked, "Are you okay? Should I go to work tomorrow?"
"Yeah!" In fact, Zhao Xiaofei had already planned to resign tomorrow.
"Aren't you buying an Alto? This car consumes so much fuel!" Jiang Xiaomei checked on her phone app. She loudly questioned, "This car consumes 18 mpg per 100 kilometers! Don't you even ask about fuel consumption when buying a car?"
"Calm down! We don't have to worry about gas money anymore! I've made a lot of money. When the stock market closed yesterday, we made 5 million!" said Zhao Xiaofei.
"Are you dreaming? It's not even dark yet?" Jiang Xiaomei didn't believe these nonsense. Zhao Xiaofei didn't even cook at home, let alone trade stocks.
"Hey! You don't believe it, right? Let me show you!" After saying that, he took out his newly bought mobile phone, unlocked it, and handed it to Jiang Xiaomei to see.
"Spending money recklessly again! He even bought a new phone. He's just wasting money. I..." Jiang Xiaomei fell silent after seeing the record of a 5 million yuan transfer. Zhao Xiaofei had asked the bank to transfer this money to him that morning.
"Did you really earn that much?" Jiang Xiaomei asked doubtfully.
"So? I don't want to go to work anymore. I'll just focus on doing some small business and set a small goal to make 100 million!" Zhao Xiaofei said with a smile. The reason Zhao Xiaofei didn't tell the truth was because most people wouldn't believe it. It was better to keep this secret to himself.
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