"It is necessary to confirm it." Wen Nairong said.

The more exquisite the person is, the more he knows that guessing other people’s thoughts is not an easy task.

Thoughts will not run from one person's head to another person's head. It first transforms into expressions, actions and language, and is accepted by others' five senses, and then transforms into ideas in others' minds.

In this process, ideas will be missing and distorted.

Communication can be compensated and corrected.

"You are so unemotional." Xia Qiu sighed.

"If every secretary talks about romanticism, plays puzzles, and has tacit understanding at work, then the world will be peaceful."

"Why is peace?"

"Because the capitalists were all cheated and went bankrupt by the secretary."

Unexpectedly, the little secretary would tell jokes, and Xia Qiu laughed.

He put his hand on the little secretary's head. The little secretary's height was like a cane designed for him, and it was just right to put his hands on it.

Seeing that the young secretary was in a tendency to resist, Xia Qiu said that the serious matter diverted her attention: "You choose a group of peripheral personnel from the club."

Although the pawns of the thirty-two people were successful and orderly this time, it does not mean that they will be so smooth next time.

Order needs violence to maintain, neither Wen Nairong nor Jiang Ruoying has the power to suppress 32 people. The security guards are all outside the factory and it is difficult to respond in time when encountering accidents.

Therefore, the club needs to have security personnel who can know the secrets. Considering the expansion of the club, some clerks and salesmen are also needed to share the work of Man Nairong and Jiang Ruoying.

Honesty and loyalty are prepared for these people.

"How many people can I recruit?" asked the young secretary.

"If I have to arrange everything, what else do I want you, the secretary?" Xia Qiu shook Wen Nairong's little head left and right in his hand.

"Do you want to recruit a cheongsam secretary?"

"I just want to see you wear it, and I don't want any other women."

"Even if you say so affectionately, I will not agree to such an inappropriate request."

"Wearing OL outfits and being a secretary, isn't it serious to wear such clothes?"

When it comes to OL outfits, the style that flashes in everyone's mind is probably mature. Xia Qiu has no special interest in this outfit, but if it is worn by Fumi Nairong, it is a different matter.

He was curious about how the young secretary would wear OL costumes.

Kids play house?

Wen Nairong regretted it. She mentioned the cheongsam secretary to want to counterattack Xia Qiu, but she didn't expect to shoot herself in the foot.

She decided to use serious matters to make things happen: "Does the pawn application for member Jiang Feihong need to be carried out now?"

"Let him come in." Xia Qiu looked at Jiang Ruoying.

Damn it, I looked at me when I was running errands! Jiang Ruoying walked out angrily.

It was pitch dark, and on the open space outside the warehouse for unloading, the high searchlight cast a strong light, and Jiang Feihong was in the car under the light.

Hearing the news of the application from his granddaughter, Jiang Feihong opened the car door, jumped out of the car, and walked quickly into the warehouse. His steps looked like a child who had arrived at an amusement park.

It was the first time Jiang Ruoying saw her grandfather so happy.

Jiang Feihong is old after all. He is over 70 years old and is nearly 80 years old, and his body is not as light and powerful as a child.

He fell at the door of the warehouse.

Jiang Ruoying was frightened and hurriedly ran to him and helped him up.

Jiang Feihong smiled and said, "Oh, I'm old."

He was not depressed, very happy, and he was happy to get rid of this aging and powerless state immediately. It was like a student who was a few minutes away from school.

Jiang Ruoying helped him in and first came to Wen Nairong. Xia Qiu clearly didn't want to be in charge of the matter, so Wen Nairong had to deal with everything.

Wen Nairong took a newly printed contract and handed it to Jiang Feihong.

"Life life of one year: one hundred million yuan"

"Year of Youth: One million yuan"

You can fill in the year you want to purchase below.

Jiang Feihong looked over and over again. He was not afraid that Wen Nairong would make trouble in the contract, but that he could not find the third pawn item he wanted.

"The health has been taken away by the shopkeeper." Wen Nairong knew what Jiang Feihong was looking for.

The shopkeeper was decided by her, and the name of Xia Qiu outside comes from the pawnshop shopkeeper.

"That's it." Jiang Feihong stopped moving eyes with regret.

He thought, it is understandable that honesty, loyalty and good luck would not be sold, but why not sell health? Because there are fewer quantities?

Wen Nairong continued: "According to the initial rules, all pawn items have purchase restrictions. As a reward for your help to the club, you can fill in it at will as long as it does not exceed the club's inventory."

"Thank you, Secretary Wen." Jiang Feihong nodded.

He picked up the pen and thought about how much he should fill it.

But if you really buy all the club inventory, you will be a complete idiot.

He glanced at his granddaughter.

With this granddaughter in the club, he doesn't have to worry about not being able to buy pawns in the future. He doesn't have to be eager for quick success.

He then filled in with a lifespan of ten years and a youthful life.

When signing the autograph, his hand couldn't hold on to the pen, and he had to stop and let his shaking hands calm down.

He thought of the first contract he signed after graduating from college, and at that time, he could barely write a good name.

The tremor of his hand shaking became smaller. He picked up the pen, signed the contract, and took out his cell phone to instruct his secretary to transfer the money. He did not bring his secretary, and those secretary were either too clever or too curious.

When the money arrived, Wen Nairong took him to Xia Qiu.

Xia Qiu was sitting on the desk, reading the news boredly. When he saw Jiang Feihong coming in, he put down his cell phone.

He picked up the contract of the old entrepreneur: "Ten years of life and youth, that's 1.1 billion. Isn't it said that the cash flow of real estate companies is very tight?"

A cunning light flashed in the eyes of the old entrepreneur: "The company is tight on cash. What does it have to do with me, Jiang Feihong?"

The two looked at each other and laughed.

Xia Qiu first gave him ten years of life and youth.

Jiang Feihong closed his eyes. His legs, which were numb because of running, became strong, his lungs, which were painful because of gasping, were relaxed, his brain was clear, and his heartbeat was fierce.

He felt the vitality that had disappeared for a long time, and something that had completely become a decoration for more than ten years was ready to move.

I just wanted to move, but I couldn't move completely.

"I heard you want to buy health." Xia Qiu said.

Jiang Feihong was ecstatic when he guessed what Xia Qiu was going to say.

"Based on the 18-year-old man, you are considered as 1. Your current health is 0.6. I will add 0.4 to you as my gift."

An unknown bird screamed outside the warehouse, and the sound was loud and enthusiastic.

Jiang Feihong thought of the former intern who had a sweet smile. He was going to go back to YX City tonight and immediately go to find the other party.

His body has returned to his middle-aged level, and his abilities are all in all aspects.

The bastard son and his family are unreliable, and their daughter and son-in-law have already divorced. Ruoying is a member of the club. Looking around her descendants, no one can inherit the industry of the old man.

Hurry up and give birth to another one.

Jiang Feihong hurriedly left, Xia Qiu and Wen Nairong went back in Jiang Ruoying's car.

Xia Qiu knew what Jiang Feihong was anxious about, so he looked at him curiously from the perspective of pawnshop and found that Jiang Feihong's lust was rising.

This old entrepreneur made Xia Qiu feel a little itchy.
Chapter completed!