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The door to the VIP room closed, and Manager Fang’s footsteps completely disappeared in the corridor.
Lin Zhiqiu stared at the completed number on the screen, and slowly released his finger from the mouse.
Thirty million.
Yi'an Technology.
Full warehouse.
The air conditioner is very cool.The green tea is still fragrant.She sat in the leather chair and didn't move for a long time.
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After leaving Guosen Securities, Lin Chuan went directly back to Shangri-La.
The sun is blazing.
Shenzhen in 2000 was like a city with a fever. The air was mixed with the smell of melted asphalt and reinforced concrete. It was sticky, hot, and had no gaps.
But all of this is isolated outside the thick solid wood door of the presidential suite.
Two hundred and eighty square meters, central air conditioning at 24 degrees, overlooking the dense crowds and traffic downstairs.
Lin Chuan took a sip of ice water and picked up the landline phone on the coffee table.
Dial the number of Jiangcheng’s hometown.
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"Hello?"
On the other end of the phone, Lin Jianguo’s voice was deep and deep, and the theme song of My Fair Princess could be heard in the background.
"Dad, it's me."
"Kawako!"
The voice immediately rose an octave higher, with uncontrollable excitement, "Are we here? Have you settled in? Is it hot over there——"
As he finished speaking, there was a burst of fighting from the other end.
“Don’t grab it, I’ll say a few words to Xiaochuan...”
"Brother! Brother, have you really arrived in Shenzhen? Have you seen the sea!"
Lin Xiaoran’s voice came directly from the receiver, as crisp as a slingshot.
Lin Chuan’s mouth curved.
"I saw it. It's all good." He paused and added, "Dad, don't save the money I left for you."
The moment he hung up, he let out a sigh of relief.
Then he picked up the phone again, pulled out a series of numbers, and pressed the dial button.
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At the same time.
Huaqiangbei, Guosen Securities Sales Department, Large Account Room.
Lin Zhiqiu stared at the computer screen in front of him.
The noise in the hall seemed to be blocked outside the glass door.
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