Chapter 238： Fu Shao's Juxi must be reported

Chapter 238

Lu Youyou whispered: "Qiaoqiao, can you really get a first-class scholarship?"

Wen Qiao made an ok gesture: "No problem."

"Zhuang Yan is very strong."

"I'm also very strong, don't panic, little things."

After leaving the teaching building, Lu Youyou asked Lin Xiang and Chunxiao, "When are you going home?"

The two were from Hangzhou, and they were also very close to Haicheng, and they were home in an hour by train.

Lin Xiang: "I'll be back tomorrow, but you can still meet during the winter vacation. If it snows, you can come to Lingyin Temple. It's beautiful and you can take an ancient style video."

"Okay, make an appointment at that time."

Chun Xiao: "Brother Fan's concert, let's go and watch it together."

Lu Youyou: "No problem."

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He Qian's elder brother He Cong is a well-known dude in Haicheng. He often promotes the idea with his alcoholic friends that'wealth is always in the hands of a few people'.

He admired the risky debts, and felt that the poor ghosts were afraid to buy them, so the poor ghosts couldn't make money. This kind of wealth was used to make money for rich people like them.

After drinking a big drink, He Cong took two beautiful young models back to his room in the club.

When I was doing exercise, the secretary called and was annoyed by him. I wonder what the **** he is doing now?

The call came again, quite a spirit of perseverance.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore, got up, and answered the phone: "You better have a hundred thousand urgent things, or you will be over."

"Master, it's okay. IM's exposure to the subprime mortgage crisis will largely affect the batch of mini-bonds you bought in large quantities."

The two young models got together: "Shao Shao, keep playing."

He Cong pushed away the two women next to him: "Go on, get out of here."

The two young models looked at him with gloomy expressions, and quickly picked up the clothes on the ground and ran away in a panic.

He Cong gritted his teeth and said: "How can a subprime mortgage crisis be possible for such a big company as IM?"

"But it is indeed stated in the report that the debts we bought have become a pile of waste paper."

He Cong panicked: "You come right now, I'm in the club room."

He Cong's secretary came over soon, sweaty, and kept showing him waves of heavy news on the Internet, shaking He Cong in cold sweat.

He even misappropriated a lot of the group's funds behind his mother's back. If this one loses, the foundation of their family business will be affected by him.

"Is there any remedy?"

The secretary kept wiping sweat: "It's... it's a foregone conclusion."

He Cong kicked the secretary's chest: "Why didn't you find it earlier?"

"Master, this wave of subprime mortgage crisis is dangerous, we don't know it, there is no way to prevent it."

He Cong was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot: "Find someone to rescue the market, find someone to rescue IM, IM has room to turn around, and I can make up for my losses."

"Master, can you...who can you find?"

"Fu Nanli."

"Ah? Our family and the Fu family don't have much friendship."

"He is in the national team of m. I heard that he has friendship with many giants in the country. He must have a way. Our family He Qian has done things under his hands before, so he has to read some old love. To stop this subprime mortgage crisis, you help me contact him."

When Fu Nanli received the news from Fu Chuan, she was having dinner with Wen Qiao in a private room next to Xiaotangshan Hot Spring Pool.

Master Fu's life creed: If you let my little friend catch a cold and have a fever, I will cost you hundreds of millions.

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