Rebirth after the college entrance examination

Chapter 131 Class
"Where are you?"

"What are you doing?"

"Do you know that something happened at Xiaowan's house? Why aren't you by her side? I don't care if you're at school or hanging out somewhere else, she needs someone to accompany her the most right now. Where's your conscience? Do you have a conscience? #￥%&*..."

Xia An put the receiver away and continued to watch Xiao Youzi perform.

This was the second phone call between him and He Zhenzhen.

Just like the first time, he started to criticize without giving me a chance to speak.

But after all, this is not just a fake best friend, she still has feelings for Tang Wan.

Xia An didn't know if this woman was too bored abroad, but she kept on talking for several minutes. She only stopped talking when Xiao Youzi left the camera.

Xia An just sighed.

"Ah~"

He Zhenzhen on the opposite side immediately sneered: "What? Are you speechless?"

Xia An smacked his lips and said, "I'm sure you're aware of Xiao Wan's current predicament. Yes, the new emperor is too young and has no loyal followers. The family property is likely to be divided up by the old ministers."

So?

what can I do?
Go to Tang Group and be her general manager?
And then wait for the two of them to be isolated together?

Or would you lend me a gun and I'll go and threaten those who don't obey me?"

He Zhenzhen just snorted coldly.

Apparently, this is what it means to be left speechless.

Xia An smiled faintly and said, "He needs external help, auntie."

He Zhenzhen asked, "What do you mean?"

Xia An sighed, "I'm in school? How could I not distinguish between the important and the unimportant at this moment? Which is more important, studies or Xiao Wan?
To be honest, I really want to be by her side every minute and every second to help her get through this difficult time.

But I can’t!

Xia An walked away and said seriously, "The situation is now clear. No matter how many factions there are within the Tang Group, no one will sabotage each other before the listing is successful. Do you agree with this?"

He believed that with He Zhenzhen's family background, she had the insight to understand this.

"Yes." She hummed.

Xia An said: "You understand actuarial science, you are professionals. Moreover, I asked her to hire a professional accounting firm and a team of lawyers. This is enough to ensure that Xiao Wan will not be attacked again during the listing process." When they walked outside the lawn, the sound of chaotic fighting came from the stairs of the Qin Palace in the distance.

Xia An looked over and saw that they were filming a large scene, probably "The Ming Dynasty".

He saw Chen Baoguo's crew yesterday.

"What's going on over there?" He Zhenzhen had obviously heard it too, and asked in confusion, "Why is someone calling the Emperor?"

"..."

Xia An's mind raced, and he finally said directly, "I'm in Hengdian."

He Zhenzhen was stunned at first, then burst into laughter.

Finally, he taunted her, "Are you planning to become an extra to earn money to help Tang Wan?"

Maggie Cheung was entertained by Xia An on behalf of He Zhenzhen.

It's impossible not to thank someone afterwards.

He Zhenzhen's reaction shows that Maggie Cheung is not a gossip and she was very tactful not to reveal Xia An's private affairs.

Xia An smiled. "I admire your imagination. Now think about it: if the Tang Corporation can't be dismantled from the inside, what does Xiao Wan need most right now?"

There was no need for He Zhenzhen to answer, Xia An planned to take the initiative in all aspects of the topic.

"Is it external aid? Right? I'm planning to start a business here. If I find venture capital and expand it, it will be Xiaowan's external aid. At the very least, it will be a way out, right?"

He Zhenzhen was silent for a while and snorted, which seemed to indicate that she agreed with Xia An's nonsense.

Can’t collapse from within?

So what is Zhang Chunmin doing? What is Tang Wan doing now?
What are Zhang Tiancheng and Liu Youwei doing?

It’s just that Tang Wan wouldn’t take the initiative to tell He Zhenzhen about this matter.

They are just two best friends who hang out together, playing around and not caring about money.

When it comes to real family matters, Tang Wan never asks He Zhenzhen for help because she can't afford it.

But Xia An had no worries.

He Zhenzhen, you call me at this moment, what do you call this?
Luck.

If you want to sleep, hand me a pillow.

Before answering the phone, Xia An was planning to trick her!
"What about you? Have you ever thought about helping Xiaowan? What's your family background? Do I need to tell you?" He snorted coldly.

"me…"

He Zhenzhen seemed to stamp her foot, and Xia An heard the screech of brakes. "Of course I wouldn't want to help!" she said glumly, "But she doesn't want it. Money, connections, relationships. She says she can do it herself, that her parents built that small group, and she has to... well, anyway, she looks delicate, but she's actually pretty stubborn."

Small group?
Xia An smiled bitterly.

He rolled his eyes and said, "The more she acts like this, the more distressing it is. Well, okay, I have to be busy. I have to meet seven or eight investors this afternoon. It's understandable that she doesn't accept your help, but it's different for me. I have to work hard."

Lasted three seconds.

Xia An then said, "Then hang up."

"No, wait a moment..."

In the small supermarket, Xia An raised his eyebrows.

He took out two coins and silently signaled the waiter to give him a sausage.

He Zhenzhen asked him what kind of hotel he wanted to build?
Xia An said.

He Zhenzhen asked him how big his business planned to be.

Xia An said.

He Zhenzhen asked him how much money he needed?

After Xia An finished speaking, she scolded him.

"How can we build a good hotel with such a small amount of money? How long will it take to open a chain? When can we help Xiaowan?"

Inside and out, Xia An is considered a loser.

"Put aside your male chauvinism. What time is it now? Xiao Wan needs help the most. Give me your card number."

Xia An hesitated for a long time: "The license hasn't been issued yet, and there is no public account."

He Zhenzhen asked, "License? Do I need to pay taxes for corporate purposes? If not, do I have to be a shareholder? Xiaowan won't see it? Send me your card number and I'll pay it back in three years."

"Where's the interest?" Xia An used a bamboo stick to block the way of a small ant on the steps.

"Let's talk about it when we have time."

He Zhenzhen hung up the phone.

...

The construction cost of a regular four-star chain hotel... refers to the cost of renting a store, including decoration, recruitment, operation and other miscellaneous expenses, which is about a little over 10 million.

This is just on a small scale.

He Zhenzhen agreed to lend Xia An 20 million Hong Kong dollars in her personal name, allowing him to achieve at least three times leverage and then expand the scale through financial leasing.

It cannot be refused.

In other words, she accepted the loss.

"It's just that Macau has a big hand."

This is neither insight nor vision.

But class.

Xia Yan let the little ant go and let it return to the grass.

He knew that He Zhenzhen gave him the money in just a few words and was not afraid that he would use the public funds for personal gain, not because she trusted him.

Instead, he knew deeply that dealing with Xia An would be as easy as how Xia An dealt with the ant just now.

Xia An felt a sense of emotion.

Those immortals flying around in the novels about cultivating immortals, who often call mortals "ants" in a cold manner, may not be the authors of these novels.

Looking down from a different class, mortals are really too fragile.

Even though Xia An now thinks he has the benefit of being a reborn prophet for more than ten years, it is still extremely difficult for him to truly bridge the gap between himself and a giant like Temasek.

dusk.

Xiaoyouzi and Xuexue are waiting for the night scene.

Xia Yan boiled a few eggs and broke some vegetable leaves to make salad.

This is the artist dinner.

Xia An’s dinner was the text message that arrived in his account the moment it got dark.

After Xiaoyouzi went to shoot.

Xia An called an old lady named Xiuying.

The old lady hung up.

More than ten minutes later, a text message full of typos arrived.

[Someone is coming to my house, I am breaking your agreement]

(End of this chapter)