“Jiang Qin invested in a restaurant and used Qingqing’s formula. Jiang Qin asked her to directly invest in the restaurant, and she can get a share of more than 300 yuan every month, with no upper limit.”
Jiang Tian has been the class monitor for a semester, and often goes to the student union to help with work, and has a strong ability to speak in public.
“Every month? Is it still capped?”
Jian Chun bit her lower lip and couldn’t help but say: “This is only the second option. If Qingqing chooses the first option, she can get 50,000 yuan directly.”
Jiang Qin glanced at Jiang Tian and Jian Chun and wondered why these two girls had the same problem as Lao Cao, they both liked to pretend to be second-hand.
At the same time, the students in Class 4 all showed envious expressions, and their eyes on Jiang Qin became much more complicated.
Many people in the School of Finance know that he started a business at the beginning of school, and also know that Zhihu and Pintuan belong to him, but these things are far away from them and sound illusory.
But when someone profits from Jiang Qin’s existence and continues to profit, this feeling makes people jealous.
People in Class 4 have never had a good impression of Jiang Qin, and some boys even hate him.
Nothing else, just because he took away the best Feng Nanshu.
But now think about it, except for someone like Jiang Qin who has the ability to make trouble, who can be worthy of Feng Nanshu’s stunning beauty?
Are you bad at studying? What’s the use of birds?
Very handsome? Can it be eaten?
Or from the student union?
Don’t forget, there have been rumors in the School of Finance that Zhu Feng wanted Jiang Qin to be the next president, but they all rejected it.
“Have you finished reading?”
“I’ve finished reading.” Song Qingqing nodded.
Jiang Qin suddenly took the contract over and said, “After reading it, forget it. I don’t plan to cooperate with you anymore.”
“ah?!”
“To be honest, my store isn’t very profitable. I’ll give you 3,500 a month, which is a bit of a loss. Just think I’m bragging.”
Jiang Qin picked up the contract, stood up and returned to his seat, squeezing the little rich woman’s soft little hands, calling her a little devil over and over again, making Feng Nanshu look aggrieved.
The people surrounding Song Qingqing looked at each other in shock and took a long time to react.
Damn it, he regretted it?
Isn’t this person too shameless? Are you going to leave if you don’t cooperate? There is no such person.