I Really Didn’t Want To Make A Lot Of Money

Chen Ling had to turn his face back again, looked at the fake flowers on the coffee table, and said, "Mina, you are not suitable to work for Anyang Group at this time, and Anyang Group cannot want you."

"Why?" Mina sat up straight, looking disappointed.

"This..., think about it for yourself. Our Anyang Group and your company are both parties to the contract. You have a conflict of interest from the owner unit to the contractor unit. Am I right?" Chen Ling explained.

Mina thoughtfully, nodded slightly: "You are right, I didn't think of this before... what should I do? Nabil is getting too much every day! Yesterday in the elevator, he, he, he hugged me from behind !" Mina said, feeling embarrassed, and she lowered her head and said nothing.

Chen Ling groaned and did not speak, and the waiting room was quiet. Chen Ling didn't feel anything, but Mina felt embarrassed, stood up, walked behind the sofa, and prepared to leave.

Chen Ling glanced at the cocked place behind her again and sighed.

Hearing Chen Ling's sigh, Mina turned around and said, "Are you men like this? Huh? Are they all bullying women like this?" She was crying, her eyes moist. .

Chen Ling didn't expect Mina to react like this, and didn't know how to answer for a while.

Chen Ling and Mina have known each other for a long time, but they are not the only people Mina knows. According to reason, Chen Ling has nowhere to go. She can find another way to avoid being so disappointed.

The greater the disappointment, the greater the hope that I had at the beginning.

"Mina, have you found anyone else?" Chen Ling asked.

Mina took out a tissue, wiped the corners of her eyes carefully, and said, "I have looked for it, but there are no good opportunities. Now that the unemployment rate is so high, it is difficult to find a job. Therefore, I dare not resign. This is correct, so I am unscrupulous. You are my last hope. If you can't help me, I don't know who I should call..."

Chen Ling comforted: "In two days, I'll help you ask. There is a friend who wants to open a new company in Algiers and needs manpower. I'll ask if there is a suitable position for you."

"Really?" Mina was overjoyed. "It's great, great!" He walked around the sofa and gave Chen Ling a big hug.

Chen Ling reached out and gently supported Mina's shoulder.

"Mina, I'm just saying to help you ask, I don't know if it can be done, you don't want to be like this." Chen Ling tried his best to maintain a steady tone.

Mina kissed Chen Ling on the cheek: "Zero, thank you!" With that, she let go of Chen Ling.

"Zero, I know you. If you are not sure, you won't say it, right? But, even if it really doesn't happen, I still thank you." Mina said sincerely.

Chen Ling felt that the kissed area on his cheek was a little moist, and he stretched out his hand and it was stained a little red.

"Sorry, I'll wipe it off for you." Mina held Chen Ling's face with one hand, took out a tissue with the other hand, and gently wiped Chen Ling's face: "Zi, your skin is so smooth. "

Chen Ling secretly said "fairy!"

...

Chen Ling was harassed by beautiful women in Algiers, but Molly was still eating ashes in the desert.

Trida suddenly arrived with two transport helicopters and landed on the ground with a roar, throwing up billowing dust.

A few big guys with live ammunition jumped down from the helicopter, and then a young man in a suit and leather shoes came down, carrying a leather bag, and quickly walked out of the windy area of ​​the propeller, adjusting his hair while looking around.

"Molly, this place is hard to find!" The young man grinned exaggeratedly when he saw the woman waiting under the tree, and opened his arms to hug her.

Molly had no expression on her face, raised her gun, and pointed it straight at the young man: "Boris, take things out and have a look."

"Molly, you always look like this, I just want to thank you!" the young man Boris complained, opening the bag, taking out some documents, and handing them to Molly.

Molly took a closer look. These are several Swiss bank drafts with a total value of 180 million U.S. dollars.

Boris looked around, found nothing, and asked, "Molly, where's the thing?"

Molly picked up the satellite phone to dial, took a golden object from her pocket and threw it to Boris

Boris stretched out his hand to catch it, took a closer look, and nodded: "Good stuff, from that era." After finishing speaking, he was no longer verbose, and waited for Molly to call to verify the authenticity of the bank's cashier's check.

A next room opened, François staggered out, and Bill followed closely.

Boris looked at them warily, and the brawny men with guns also looked over.

"Don't be nervous, Boris, my MI6 handles things, don't worry." Molly said.

Boris smiled and said, "Molly, don't you introduce it? They all look amazing, I'm very curious."

Molly hung up the phone and nodded to François and Bill: "It's checked, there should be no problem, you guys have a look too."

Francois took the promissory note and looked closely with Bill.

Boris was relieved when he saw them carefully checking, and asked, "Molly, where's the stuff? Let's count." As he said, he beckoned, and a strong man brought several electronic scales over.

"Special tools, accuracy 0.1g." Boris laughed. "Bring a few more to speed up the speed."

Molly nodded: "Come with me." She said and walked into the room where Francois came out.

Boris quickly followed. Although he had guessed what would be inside, he still felt shocked when he saw the pile of objects in the house.

"Molly, you really made a fortune this time!" Boris laughed.

Molly got Boris. Many years ago, because of the mission of MI6, Molly came into contact with the core members of a huge international smuggling group and made life and death friendships with them. Later, Molly cooperated with this smuggling group many times and did some unreasonable things.

This time, Molly thought of them for the first time when dealing with the gold in Trida's treasure, and after some bargaining, she sold 6 tons of gold to a smuggling group at a price of 30 US dollars per gram. The smuggling group sent Boris as a representative and brought the cashier's check to receive the goods.

Of the 6 tons of gold, 4 tons belonged to a few of Chen's people, and Tereza and the Blue Knight each had 1 ton. 30 million US dollars per meal, a total of 180 million US dollars.

Molly selected it beforehand, and based on the eyes of her archaeologists, she picked out a batch of objects weighing a ton. Molly believes that these objects should not be sold as gold, but as antiques, and the price can be several times higher.

However, at first Bill disagreed, and he demanded that all of his share be realized. In the end, the three of them made their own claim and counted all the ton of objects under Chen's head. In other words, among the gold sold this time, Chen Ling's 1 ton, Molly's three people each 0.5 ton, and 0.5 ton to Majid's descendants, 1 ton used to start the company.

Although Boris was young, he was indeed an expert in precious metals. He carefully inspected this batch of gold and was very satisfied, and began to direct people to weigh and load the goods.

This is also a fine job. However, at the end of the calculation, there was a total of 6.2 tons of gold, and the extra 0.2 tons. Boris took out the checkbook on the spot and wrote a check for $6 million to Molly.

"Don't write the name." Molly ordered, "We write the name of the beneficiary."

"No problem!" Boris rewritten a check.

Molly took the check and waved: "Boris, you can go now."

Boris dissatisfied: "Molly, you are wrong, I sent you so much money..."

...

In the room, Bill was smiling with a cashier's check.

François was relatively calm and smiled at this time. He suddenly thought of a question: "Molly, this check, write Mr. Chen's name?"

Molly smiled slyly: "No, this is our labor fee! 6 million can't be given to Chen Ling. We each have 1.5 million US dollars."

François and Bill were taken aback, then laughed again.

Chen Ling, who was far away in Algiers, naturally did not know that his wealth had been divided up by millions. He has come out of the owner, and is heading towards the Three-Leaf Pagoda.

The Three-Leaf Pagoda is actually the Algerian Martyrs Memorial Tower. Because the shape is three-leaf-shaped concrete pillars of date palms, it was turned into a Three-Leaf Pagoda by the Chinese. In the several floors at the bottom of the tower, there are shops and restaurants, where Chinese people like to go shopping and leisure.

Someone was waiting for Chen Ling there.

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