At this time, He Wentao had already walked out of the elevator.

The gloomy face shocked the employees present.

What a heavy anger!

Some people could no longer help but retreat, fearing that He Wentao would suddenly rise up and attack them.

At this time, Gao Changhe's heart moved, he jumped up from the ground, jumped in front of Zhou Ke'an, and blocked Zhou Ke'an behind him.

"Mr. Zhou, this bastard can do anything with red eyes. You should go back to the office quickly. Everyone else, call the security guard!"

As he said that, he pressed his back against Zhou Kean, trying to push Zhou Kean back.

He Wentao had already stepped forward step by step until he had arrived in front of Gaochanghe, and was seen pushing Zhou Ke'an back two steps.

He Wentao raised his palm.

With a "slap", he slapped Gao Changhe in the face.

The crisp sound made the employees present feel a little touched.

"Get out!"

Gao Changhe's cheek hurts, but he dares not let go.

He drove himself on the shelves. If he left now, wouldn’t it be a pity for Zhou Kean to face He Wentao?

"I...I won't get out of the way! Mr. Zhou, please go back to the office soon!"

As he said that, he looked at the others and said angrily: "Why are you still standing there? Call the security guard!"

Someone seemed to have reacted and quickly contacted the security guard with the walkie-talkie.

The sizzling sound rang, and Gao Changhe felt a little relieved.

"Boy, I advise you to leave quickly, otherwise, when the security guard comes later, you will be dead!"

"Bang!"

The answer to him was a crisp slap.

Gao Changhe's cheeks were swollen.

"Get out of the way."

"I won't die...ah? Mr. Zhou?"

Gao Changhe then realized that it was Zhou Ke'an who spoke.

His heart was thumping and he hurriedly said, "Mr. Zhou, this little bastard is very dangerous, he..."

"Gaochanghe, I'll let you get out of the way."

"Ah? OK, OK."

Zhou Ke'an's tone shocked Gao Changhe.

He reluctantly let him aside, his heart pounding rapidly.

His eyes stared at He Wentao, as if warning He Wentao not to talk nonsense.

"Everyone goes back to work, go whatever you should do."

Zhou Kean gave an order and everyone returned to their respective offices, only Gao Changhe was still there.

Zhou Kean glanced at him and said, "It's dinner time now. Are you a lobby manager, have nothing to do?"

"I...I'll go now."

Gao Changhe responded and gave He Wentao a warning look before leaving.

It was not until everyone dispersed that Gao Changhe said, "Mr. He, come to my office."

"OK."

He Wentao didn't say anything more and followed directly.

When he sat back on the boss's chair, Zhou Kean's face was not good-looking.

"Mr. He, it seems a bit unreasonable to you to my subordinates like this, right? Give me a reason."

"He deserves a beating."

He Wentao responded calmly.

Zhou Ke'an frowned and said in a deep voice: "No matter how much he deserves a beating, he is also an employee of my company. If you beat my employee, at least, give me an explanation?"

He Wentao smiled softly and threw the black plastic bag in his hand on the table.

"I promised to lend you 30,000 yuan, and the profit is half. This is the principal and half of the profit, so I'll say goodbye."

After saying that, He Wentao left without looking back.

Looking at the black plastic bag on the table, Zhou Kean was stunned.

Yesterday, Su Wenwen told him the news, and he thought why Wentao wanted to seek help.

After all, he, a big boss of a chain restaurant, would be enough for He Wentao to eat if he missed something.

Just now, He Wentao took action in front of him. The reason why he did not turn against him was because He Wentao saved the crisis for him last time.

But unexpectedly, He Wentao came this time not to seek help, but to give money.

He opened the black plastic bag in confusion and saw stacks of banknotes neatly placed inside.

His eyes swept through, seven stacks of bills and a stack of scattered hundred dollar bills.

That is to say, more than 70,000.

Zhou Kean was moved immediately.

It has only been half a month since he handed the money to He Wentao last time, and He Wentao has doubled the 30,000 yuan, which is more.

This speed of making money is tantamount to robbing money!

Although he is a big boss and has several hotels under his command, his expenses are also very large. His monthly net profit is only 200,000 to 300,000, which has to be shared with several partners.

He Wentao doesn’t have a hotel to collect money!

Zhou Ke'an grabbed the phone and answered the front desk.

"Just just now, a young man in a light blue shirt went down from the fifth floor. Did he go out?"

"Mr. Zhou, that gentleman has left."

Upon receiving this news, a hint of disappointment appeared in Zhou Ke'an's eyes.

He actually walked so fast.

Thinking of his attitude just now, he regretted it a little.

If I had known, his attitude should have been eased a little, so why should he regard He Wentao as aggressive as a servant?

Gaochang River!

The appearance of Gao Changhe appeared in Zhou Ke'an's mind.

He grabbed the phone again and dialed it out.

"Notify Gao Changhe to settle the salary and get out!"

After saying that, Zhou Kean thought for a while and said, "There is a person named Su Wenwen on the waiter, and I will give her the foreman."

Does Zhou Kean care about money?

Care, don't care.

But he knew that He Wentao was just an ordinary second-rate man half a month ago, a bastard who couldn't even afford his daughter's medical expenses.

But in half a month, if you can make a lot of money in this strange city, you are definitely not an ordinary person.

Even if you can't recruit, don't offend death.

He Wentao didn't know what Zhou Ke'an did after he left.

In his opinion, if Zhou Kean lends him money, he returns the money and divides the profits, then he will have no worries.

No one owe anyone.

When he returned to the Washington Community, He Wentao was bored and simply went to bed and went to bed!

These days, I'm tired enough to keep going.

I waited for dinner and went to the Phoenix Hotel to see if Su Wenwen was at work.

He had just lay down, and before five minutes, the phone in the living room suddenly rang.

He Wentao immediately jumped out of bed, ran to the side of the phone, and answered.

"Hey, who?"

In fact, he didn't have to answer the phone, and he knew that it was Qian Zhiming.

The phone number here was only left to Qian Zhiming in the morning.
To be continued...