A few minutes later, the staff who were typing the notebook modified the last word and left the clinic. They went to the car with them outside and printed out the things they had just prepared with a printer.

Contract, triplicate.

The staff walked in with the printed contract. They first showed Zhao Yuan. Zhao Yuan took a look at several key places. After confirming that there was no problem, they delivered the contract to Zhang Kun.

"Mr. Zhang, this is your new deposit contract with our bank. Take a look. If there is no problem, we can sign the contract now."

Zhang Kun took it and then carefully read it word by word.

Although Zhao Yuan and his group were very friendly from the beginning of the meeting, and everyone was very harmonious during the chat, they should be careful about contracts.

You know, this thing is protected by law, and you will regret it if you sign it.

However, Chinese characters are profound and profound, and sometimes the meaning is different from one word, so you must not make any mistakes.

Zhang Kun read it very slowly, looking at it word by word.

Zhang Kun still understands most of the places, and there are a few that they don’t understand very well. Zhang Kun also asked Zhao Yuan that it’s not the time to pretend to understand.

Zhang Kun read the contract for more than ten minutes, and it was not until he finished reading the last item that Zhang Kun slowly integrated the contract.

"No problem, you can sign it." Zhang Kun said directly. The contract is fine, especially the key points that Zhang Kun paid attention to, and the interest rate, which are the same as what Zhao Yuan agreed before.

The Agricultural Bank of China gave an annual interest rate of 6 points, with Zhang Kun's deposit of 85 billion yuan. If he kept it in the bank, he would receive 5.1 billion yuan in interest income a year, which is equivalent to an average of 13.97 million yuan per day.

A real daily gain of gold.

Zhang Kun had no problem, so he took the pen handed over by the staff opposite and signed his name in several places on the contract.

After Zhang Kun's signature was completed, Zhao Yuan took over the contract, signed it one by one, and stamped it with the official seal.

The stamp is completed and the contract takes effect.

Zhao Yuan stood up and shook hands with Zhang Kun.

"Mr. Zhang, thank you for your trust in our business."

Zhang Kun nodded with a smile and didn't say much.

"By the way, I've been talking all the time, bringing some gifts, but I haven't delivered them to Mr. Zhang yet." Zhao Yuan waved, and a staff member next to him immediately left the clinic and went to the car to get things.

Soon, the staff walked in with a few bags and handed them to Zhao Yuan.

"I came in a hurry and didn't have time to prepare anything. I took some cigarettes, alcohol, tea and some ginseng from home. Mr. Zhang's grandmother is old and will nourish the elderly."

After saying that, Zhao Yuan brought the gift bag to Zhang Kun.

"President Zhao is so polite. Look, I have nothing to give me a gift." Zhang Kun smiled bitterly.

Zhao Yuan laughed and said, "Mr. Zhang is willing to continue signing a contract with our bank, which is the best gift."

It can be seen that after officially signing the contract with Zhang Kun, Zhao Yuan was in a good mood and laughed a lot louder.

In this way, Zhang Kun did not refuse and took the gift handed over by Zhao Yuan with a smile.

Zhang Kun lowered his head and glanced at him. The two bottles of wine were Maotai, and there was one at home. It was brought back by his uncle last time during the Chinese New Year.

My mother and grandmother both drink wine, but they usually drink some homemade rice wine. Moutai is so expensive, so my mother and grandmother are reluctant to leave it. But if you don’t drink it yourself, you can keep it for guests.

Last time I invited "Julia" and Director Smith to have dinner at home, my mother took out the treasured Moutai. Unfortunately, Director Smith didn't come later, so Moutai didn't take out it.

Now, my mother and grandmother will definitely not drink these two bottles by themselves, but it will definitely be good to keep them for guests.

Not to mention that my grandmother's house is just a rural area, even if it is placed in a big city, rich people's homes and Moutai's hospitality, it is considered to be of high quality.

After all, Moutai’s status is where, what about the national wine?

Then there are five cigarettes, with the three big words Huanghelou written on them. Zhang Kun is not familiar with the cigarettes, so he doesn't smoke, but I think the cigarettes sent by Zhao Yuan are definitely not bad. Zhang Kun doesn't need to guess, so he must have one thousand cigarettes.

Why one thousand?

Because the state stipulates that tobacco can only be sold for one thousand at the most expensive time.

The one Zhao Yuan gave is definitely the best, so the cigarette must be worth 1,000.

However, whether it is cigarettes or alcohol, Zhang Kun doesn't care. Although cigarettes worth a thousand yuan per person are already expensive, with Zhang Kun's current wealth, let alone smoking, even if he uses them to burn them for fun, he can burn them 24 hours a day, 365 days a year, Zhang Kun can afford it.

As for the wine, Moutai seems to be selling for 1,000 yuan now, it is quite expensive, but this price is really nothing for Zhang Kun or Zhao Yuan.

But soon, Zhang Kun's eyes suddenly lit up and he looked at an ebony tea pot with a diameter of about ten centimeters in the third handbag.

This thing looks familiar.

Zhang Kun blinked, looked at it a few more times, and finally confirmed that he was not wrong. It was the kind of ebony tea pot I had seen before, and it was exactly the same.

Zhang Kun raised his head and looked at Zhao Yuan: "Is this a big red robe for the mother tree? President Zhao's courtesy is too heavy."

When Zhao Yuan saw that Zhang Kun actually recognized the most expensive thing in the things he gave at a glance, he was a little surprised and a little relieved.

It is best if the gift recipient understands the value of the things you give.

I am afraid that if I don’t know anything worth a thousand gold, I will be useless to treat it as an ordinary big red sack.

Zhao Yuan smiled and said, "During the Chinese New Year, I went to pay New Year greetings to an old leader. It was a pity that I don't like to drink tea, so I kept it. This time I borrowed flowers to offer Buddha. I hope Mr. Zhang will like it."

Like it? Can you not like it?

This is the big red robe picked from the mother tree. Although Zhang Kun doesn’t like drinking tea, Old Master Ye Tao fell in love with it. Last time he told him to find a way to get some for him.

Later, he licked his face and asked for a can from Secretary Xu. Well, to be precise, half a can, and half of it had been let Secretary Xu drink it.

But even that half can is already extremely rare.

Anyway, since then, Zhang Kun has never encountered this mother tree, let alone helped Mr. Ye to do it.

And I actually met this here today.

Zhang Kun doesn’t care about smoking and drinking, but Zhang Kun is really a little jealous in this Dahongpao.

As for the last handbag, it contains ginseng mentioned by Zhao Yuan, which was packed in a gift box. The specific size and year are not visible, but I think it is definitely not bad.

The gift from Zhao Yuan will not be bad.

It is usually used to make porridge for my grandma, and brewing ginseng tea is definitely good.

They are all very practical things.

"Thank you!" Zhang Kun held four handbags in his left hand, stretched out his right hand and held Zhao Yuan's hand tightly, and shook it tightly.
Chapter completed!