Chapter 336 Is It a Lot? Just the Box Office of Lost in Thailand.

When we arrived in Beijing, it was already past 6 pm.

Instead of going home, he went straight to the media company. There were still many people on duty. The record company was very busy a year ago, mainly related to commercial performances by artists.

But Yang Lingyue went straight to Li Jian's office. In addition to Lao Li who was busy, there were also his two generals, Wang Lu and Chen Ting.

There is one thing that is particularly good about Lao Li. He only does his own thing, except when he drinks.

Li Jian would not ask his boss "Why?"

Just do it and that's it.

Being accustomed to this kind of relationship, when negotiating with Wang Xing in Shencheng, Yang Lingyue would subconsciously feel uncomfortable when Finance Wang Lu expressed his opinions on business aspects.

Seeing the boss come in, Li Jian raised his head and said: "We have already contacted Su Ping and will start returning the money tomorrow. It is expected that it will be withdrawn to the HSBC account in a week."

Yang Lingyue nodded and asked, "How much is the estimated total?"

Li Jian knew Yang Lingyue's style and habits, but he still glanced at Jiang Rong behind him, saw the boss smiled, and then said: "I got about 1.5 billion."

Yang Lingyue opened his eyes wide: "US dollars?"

Li Jian's face trembled for a rare moment, and he looked like the boss had eaten a few dishes. He gritted his teeth and said, "RMB."

Yang Lingyue was a little embarrassed, rubbed his nose and said, "Haha, commissions, handling fees, and taxes are all deducted?"

Li Jian nodded.

Yang Lingyue let out a long sigh, that's why.

Not getting used to the boss's pretentiousness, Li Jian said: "Mr. Yang, that's good, 6 times."

Yang Lingyue was really uninterested. He waved his hands feebly and said, "You guys get busy. See you at the airport in five days."

The finance staff in the office almost stopped talking. Damn it, what else do you need after earning more than a billion dollars a year?

After leaving the company, Yang Lingyue felt melancholy for a while. 1.5 billion, after paying off the debt, there was still 1.2 billion.

Is it much? It’s just the box office of a “囧”.

Should we take the Yankees' 1.5 billion steadily, or take risks?

Yang Lingyue hesitated.

Jiang Rong behind him didn't understand, but he could feel the indescribable emotions in his young boss, a little sad and hesitant.

"Boss, where are you going?"

Hearing Jiang Rong's voice, Yang Lingyue raised his head and glanced at Room No. 8 upstairs.

After walking a few steps, he took out his cell phone and dialed Fan Bingbing. It rang several times before the call came through.

"Where?"

Fan Bingbing whispered: "Where is home."

"Um?"

Yang Lingyue made a nasal noise and glanced at Jiang Rong.

Fan Bingbing said angrily: "I'm going back to my room, oh ~ Galaxy Bay, my parents and my brother are here, what are you thinking about?"

Yang Lingyue smacked his lips and said, "Oh, I understand, spend time with your family."

Fan Bingbing said in surprise: "Have you returned to the capital?"

Yang Lingyue continued to go upstairs: "Ang, that's it, contact me again."

After that, he hung up the phone and entered the elevator.

Fan Bingbing felt annoyed when he heard the beeping sound on his cell phone. He said, "You are looking for me just for that matter. What do you think of me?"

I was so angry that I dialed back. It was not in the service area. What did you mean?

"Pa"

The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, and I threw my phone against the wall.

But didn’t he accompany me with two people? He didn’t even know where I was or that my family was here.

The purpose is really that simple, did you blame him wrongly?

Thinking of this, I quickly picked up the mobile phone, but it was a pity that it was not a Nokia. It had already become a pile of parts. Fan Bingbing grinned at how hard he worked.

"Bingbing, what are you doing?"

After hearing the noise, Zhang's mother came over and saw her daughter sticking out her butt to pick up the remains of the mobile phone. She then said, "Whose phone is it? You are so angry. Another reporter is making trouble?"

Fan Bingbing couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he found the mobile phone card, and said quickly: "It's okay, it's okay, I have a seizure."

After saying that, she trotted open the cabinet, found an old mobile phone, inserted the card, and was about to make a call when she saw her mother staring at her with a strange look on her face.

"Oh, Mom, I'm on the phone, you go out first."

Fan Bingbing pushed her mother's shoulders out of the room, then closed and locked the door, all at once.

"Fan Bingbing, you are sick!"

Listening to the shouting and cursing outside the door, Fan Bingbing didn't take it seriously and quickly dialed a series of mobile phone numbers. This time he got through. He let out a sigh of relief and felt extremely wronged at the same time. He couldn't help but speak a little louder:

"Yang Lingyue, what do you mean? Does it mean it's useless if I can't sleep with you?"

Mother Zhang, who was about to leave at the door, vaguely heard the key words, her eyes widened immediately, and she was stunned for a moment.

"What's wrong? What did you say?"

Yang Lingyue, who was rubbing his eyebrows, was a little impatient.

Fan Bingbing heard something was wrong in Yang Lingyue's tone, so he couldn't help restraining himself and asked softly: "What's wrong with you? Where are you?"

Yang Lingyue softened his tone and said, "At home, there are a lot of things going on today, but there's nothing wrong."

Fan Bingbing rolled his eyes and said aggrievedly: "My parents are at home, can't you say a few more words to me? Can't I go out to find you? Can't you come? Are we just a cooperative relationship? ? I’m a woman too.”

Yang Lingyue scolded angrily: "Don't do this. I wanted to get into the elevator just now. What else could I say? If you want to come over, come over. Zhao Yan and the others know where I am."

Fan Bingbing was immediately discouraged, but those words were not entirely false.

"Yang Lingyue, your self-righteousness is so annoying."

Yang Lingyue chuckled and said, "Okay, spend time with your family. You are so busy, it's rare for us to get together. I'm hanging up! Don't call again."

Fan Bingbing put down his phone, sat on the bed for a while, wiped his face, and opened the door.

"Mom, what did you hear?"

Zhang's mother was annoyed when she heard her daughter's straightforward words.

"Fan Bingbing, you don't talk like that. Tell me, what's going on?"

Fan Bingbing waved his hand and said, "Nothing, I'll tell you later, I have to go out."

Zhang's mother raised her eyebrows and shouted, "If you don't tell me, don't even think about leaving this door."

"Okay, I'll tell you, Fan Chengcheng, get out of here."

Fan Bingbing gritted his teeth and was about to say something when he saw his father and brother coming over after hearing the noise.

"Tsk~ Who wants to hear that? I came to see if you're dead."

"Ah, Fan Chengcheng, I'll kill you first."

When Zhang's mother saw the siblings quarreling again, she didn't watch the show as usual, but dragged Fan Bingbing back to the room.

"Lulululu"

Fan Chengcheng, who had a pot-covered head, ran away with his tongue sticking out.

Fan Bingbing said impatiently: "I'm just in love, do I have to report this to you in detail?"

Zhang's mother suppressed her anger and said: "Talk nicely, I'm your mother, shouldn't I know? Who?"

"You praised Yang Lingyue who solved my problem this afternoon."

Zhang's mother was immediately amused when she heard her daughter say this, and patted her daughter's thigh.

"You dead child, what can Yang Lingyue hide? What a good person."