Jiang Qin took two mouthfuls of food and shook his head: “Forget it, I don’t like to show off.”
“?”
But just as he finished speaking, Jiang Qin really remembered something: “Song Qingqing, I have something I want to talk to you about.”
“What’s wrong, male god?” Song Qingqing’s eyes were bright, and she was very happy after being named.
Jiang Qin put his chopsticks on the dinner plate: “I invested in a restaurant last summer vacation, and the results were pretty good. It has now opened its fifth branch and is working on branding operations.”
Hearing this sentence, the people around him couldn’t help but look at each other with strange expressions.
If you open a store, just open a store. Why do you suddenly say it so inexplicably?
Isn’t this just pretending?
You can brag if you want, but what does this matter have to do with Song Qingqing? To call her out specifically is too far-fetched.
Cao Guangyu couldn’t help but frown, feeling that Lao Jiang’s pretense was too deliberate, not as smooth as before, and his level was much lower.
You have to at least say something related to Song Qingqing to make it look natural.
But Song Qingqing is very happy. It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t matter, it’s good if the male god calls me.
“My god, you are so awesome. You have a website and a catering business. I can’t even think of such a thing.”
“Don’t worry, I haven’t finished speaking yet.”
“ah?”
Jiang Qin continued: “Before the winter vacation, didn’t you give me a family secret recipe for dumplings? Do you remember?”
Song Qingqing nodded blankly: “Yes, didn’t you say you like to eat?”
“I packaged it during the winter vacation and tried selling it in a store I invested in for a month. The effect was surprisingly good, so I took it upon myself to help you invest in technology.”
“…”
Hearing these words, the whole place fell silent.
Finance students will not fail to understand the term “technical investment”, but at this time they have not realized what it means, but they can’t help but start to listen carefully.
“Technical investment?”
Jiang Qin nodded: “But I haven’t asked you to sign a contract yet, so you still have other options, such as a buyout. I will give you 50,000 yuan in one go. If you choose to share the shares, I will pay you according to the business every month. I’ll give you a share, about three to four hundred.”
Song Qingqing’s eyes widened: “Just because of that dumpling recipe, you give me three to four hundred every month?!”