Chapter 358

Ling Xiaohan's voice just fell, and the whole living room fell into silence.

The interest rate of 50% is higher than that of any bank or even private loan.

This Ling Xiaohan killed without blood. Ji Qianchen chuckled silently.

Ji Chengguo looks at Ling Xiaohan in embarrassment, and says, "Mr. Ling, it's agreed to sell us a face. The 50% interest is higher than the usury and violates the relevant laws?"

Ling Xiao's cold ink eyes flashed with fierce color, and his fingers hung on his overlapping legs quietly. "The interest rate of not selling face is 100%. I don't know how to write the words" law "

Hear 100%, Ji Chengguo legs are soft.

Borrow one hundred million and pay back one hundred million.

"Qianchen, I know that the eldest aunt did something wrong before. In this way, the eldest aunt apologizes to you, and will never disturb your father in the later period. Please talk to Xiaohan." Xu Rong went to Ji Qianchen, took her hand and begged in a low voice.

Ji Qianchen dismisses Xu Rong's hand. "Big aunt, I've already asked for love. My husband is also a businessman, so he won't lose money."

"Otherwise, the interest of one billion yuan will be free, which is not a loss."

Xu Rong tries to persuade Ji Qianchen.

Ji Qianchen's heart is full of stomach Fei. It's not a loss even if it doesn't include interest.

"Eldest aunt, you may not understand that if you put a billion yuan on Ling's, it will probably appreciate to several billion yuan in a year, but if you lend it to Uncle free of interest, you will lose several billion yuan, and it seems that you can't earn 50 million yuan of annual interest too much. Enough to give you face. " Ji Qianchen blinks her beautiful eyes and looks at what the Ji Yanran family say.

Sitting on the sofa, Ling Xiaohan's mouth turned up and looked at his woman with approval.

"Here..."

Xu Rong was said to be silent, and did not know how to answer.

One hundred million, I can't borrow so much from the bank or even any relative.

Only Ling Xiaohan has the ability to lend them, but the interest

Ji Chengguo is in a dilemma.

Ji Yanran saw the scene atmosphere was very stiff, so she stood up and said, "Qianchen, let's do this. Let's play two games. I'll win one game and reduce the interest by 10%."

"Oh, than what?" Ji Qianchen stared at Ji Yanran curiously.

She will come out of her expectation.

"Better than the piano."

"Cousin, you music department, and I am an art department than piano, you should not win, right?" Ji Qianchen sneered.

"And what do you say?"

Ji Yanran holds her arm and looks at Ji Qianchen with aloof eyes. She doesn't put her in her eyes at all.

"It's better than shooting. I remember that when we were in college, we signed up for shooting interest club together. After so many years, you and I may not be familiar with each other, and just can compete. "

Ji Qianchen suddenly put forward this idea, which surprised Ling Xiaohan.

The little woman was interested in shooting.

"Yes."

Ji Yanran hesitated for a few seconds and nodded.

Shooting has been trained since she was a child. It's not very difficult for her.

"Then we have agreed that if you win me once, you will deduct 10% interest. If you lose, I will have to increase interest, not 10%, and give a family price, 5%." Ji Qianchen smiles to remind.

After some hesitation, Ji Chengguo and Xu Rong nodded and agreed to Ji Qianchen's request.

"Come on, daughter. We believe you. In five games, if you win, we won't have any interest."

Rob and zhe showed a little worry.

How can the young lady who is afraid of guns shoot? If all the bullets are empty, it will be a bit awkward. After all, the young master is called the God of guns.

"What are you talking about? It's so busy. Let's walk. Lunch is almost ready. Let's move to the dining room."

Ji Chengfeng came out of the kitchen and asked everyone to move to the dining room for lunch.

The game was put on hold until the afternoon.

On the table.

Ji Yanran and her family raised their glasses to toast, "come, new year's weather, let's raise our glasses together to toast the new year."

"Cheers."

Ji Qianchen finished the clink with tea instead of wine.

A table of people on the table of false greetings.

Ling Xiaohan bowed his head and didn't speak. He patiently picked the fishbone for Ji Qianchen and sent it to Ji Qianchen's bowl.

This meticulous and considerate action is watched by Ji Yanran.

A touch of jealousy rose from the inside.

She didn't want to curl her mouth when she bit the chopsticks.

In college, she also pursued Ling Xiaohan as strongly as Ji Qianchen.

How now, Ji Qianchen chases Ling Xiaohan to her hand, but she doesn't get anything.

After lunch, Ji Chengfeng heard that they were better than shooting. He immediately sent someone to prepare equipment.Ji Chengfeng prepared two rest rooms for Ji Yanran's family for lunch break.

Ji Qianchen led Ling Xiaohan to her original bedroom on the second floor.

As soon as the bedroom door opens.

It's spotless inside, and the previous things are neatly placed. It seems that father Ji has asked servants to clean it at any time.

This is the first time Ling Xiaohan has entered her boudoir.

It's full of girl's breath.

In the room with the main tone of pink and purple, there is an old poster on the wall.

When he was in college, the school basketball game used his photos to make a poster and put it on the school bulletin board. Then a few days later, before the basketball game was finished, the poster disappeared for no reason.

Ling Xiaohan stood in front of the poster on the wall, stared at the green self in the poster, and smiled.

"Cough, why hasn't it been torn off?" Ji Qianchen takes off his shoes and climbs to bed. His back is against the poster on the wall at the head of the bed, covered with his own body.

These disgraced old memories are now brought out, she felt embarrassed.

"You used to steal posters when you were in college?"

Ling Xiaohan stood on the edge of the bed, looking at Ji Qianchen, who was embarrassed, laughing and joking.

"I picked it up, I picked it up, and it's not your poster. I don't want it."

"Don't tear it. Keep it."

Ling Xiaohan suddenly felt that it was a kind of happiness to be hung on the wall by her.

"All right."

Ji Qianchen left the poster and looked back.

At that time, the cold collagen of Lingxiao's face was full of the breath of youth. No wonder she would like it so much. Don't be fascinated.

Ling Xiaohan's eyes wandered around, as if he was still looking for something more interesting in the room.

Walking to the desk, Ling Xiaohan saw a big picture frame, in which was a graduation photo in a bachelor's suit.

Everyone threw their caps in the air.

Only a boy standing behind Ji Qianchen put his bachelor's cap on Ji Qianchen's head in front of him, and his hand was still hanging on her shoulder, smiling and doting.

"Who is this?" Ling Xiaohan points to the boy who put a salty pig hand on his woman and asks.