When the phone was connected, Ning Wentao said weakly: "Hello."

Accompanied by the sound of rustling.

Ning Meng was curious: "Dad, what are you doing?"

"Let's sort it out. When you resign, what should you bring with you?" Ning Wentao was a little disappointed, and then asked, "How are you doing? By the way, what color lipstick did Han Meilin wear today?"

"Black, what's wrong?"

Ning Wentao was in a hurry: "That's the end! Come back soon, her mood is all on the lipstick, if she is in a good mood, paint red, and if she paints black, it means she is in a bad mood, and she will explode at one point."

Ning Meng: ...

Thinking about facing Su Tiantian today, I must be in a bad mood!

Ning Meng replied: "Don't worry, it's done!"

Ning Wentao was surprised: "You were able to handle Hei Meilin? As expected of my daughter, that's amazing! How many shares did you get!"

Ning Meng looked at the contract: "Fifty percent."

Ning Wentao paused: "Is this a bit much?"

Ning Meng sighed: "I also think that buying 50% for 100 million is too much."

Ning Wentao: "...Wait, how much did you say?"

Ning Meng: "One hundred million, we've made a lot of money!"

"..." Ning Wentao's panting voice could only be heard.

Ning Meng continued: "Dad, if you feel sorry, can you add another fifty million?"

"Beep beep."

The other party hung up the phone.

Ning Meng looked at her phone and sighed: Old man, your mental quality is not good enough!

-

Ning Wentao, who was hit hard, sat in the office and cried in a storm.

At this time, the door was suddenly pushed open, Cao Xuehua strode in, and said anxiously: "Wen Tao, do you know how nonsense Ning Meng is! She actually wants to invest 100 million in Han Meilin!"

Ning Wentao, who turned into a domineering president in seconds, tried his best to look calm, "Why are you making such a fuss? One hundred million, can't we get it?"

Cao Xuehua: "...the working capital in the company is only 100 million! Did she spend all of it on this one project?"

Ning Wentao bit the bullet and boasted calmly: "If you buy 50% of the shares for 100 million, Mengmeng will know how to do business. She has the style I used to have!"

Cao Xuehua:? ?

She looked at Ning Wentao in disbelief: "How can you spoil her so bottomlessly?"

Ning Wentao retorted: "Why do I have no bottom line? I didn't help her kill and set fire?"

"..."

Cao Xuehua was exhausted, and said angrily: "Han Meilin called to remind me, are you sure you want me to transfer 100 million?"

Ning Wentao's heart was bleeding, but his words were heroic: "Turn!"

When Cao Xuehua left angrily, he burst into tears again.

It's okay to resign, and I don't have any money, but what should I do.

Thinking of this, he cried even harder.

-

Ning Meng knew it well, Lemon Entertainment only had 100 million working capital.

But "Mars Transfer" has another 50 million, and the final effect will be better.

She drove home, planning to calculate her assets and add them personally.

Otherwise, Han Meilin would suffer too much from taking 50% of the shares.

She looked through the luxury items first, and calculated with a computer, the maximum was only 10 million.

At this time, there was the sound of the door opening downstairs.

Ning Meng's eyes lit up, and she hurried down.

As soon as Huo Beichen entered the door, he saw her dog-legged smile and said, "Honey, have you gained a little weight recently?"

Huo Beichen:?

He looked down and replied, "No."

Ning Meng: "Then why do you hold more weight in my heart?"

"..."

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