Chapter 555 You Can't Come Back, Right? I'll Go to the Army to Find You Then!

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His Mrs. Lu is indeed a business material! Really know how to plan carefully! The time is all set!

The army officer had a dark face, "Mrs. Lu, I'm sorry, I'm busy from the middle to the end of this month!"

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Ye Qiao stomped on her high-heeled leather shoes!

"Can't you ask for a vacation? Or did you lie to me on purpose? Lu Beixiao! I didn't mess around with you, I just want to have a son!" Ye Qiao gritted his teeth, really wanting to confess to him about Lu Xiaogun!

Why is she so persistent? ! It's like going crazy!

Lu Beixiao tugged at the collar of his combat uniform, "I didn't lie to you, there is a martial arts contest for recruits, and I'm invited to be a judge!"

"Okay, you won't come back, right? I'll go to the army to find you then!" Ye Qiao clenched his fists and said persistently.

"..." Lu Beixiao.

She actually wants to come to the army to ask him to collect public food!

He loves and hates this daughter-in-law so much!

"Daughter-in-law, what are you in a hurry for? Also, did you come here whenever you wanted? You said you were going to have a son, so it must be a son? What about a daughter?" He said in a tactful tone, for fear of adding fuel to the flames.

"It's my son!" Ye Qiao said firmly.

"Okay, okay, it's a son, it's a son. Be good, don't be angry, you will have a good pregnancy if you adjust your mood!" He quickly coaxed her.

Ye Qiao also took a deep breath to calm down, "You should be busy, I'll find you in the middle of the month!"

"..." Lu Beixiao. What is it like to be forced by your wife to pay public food? !

Ye Qiao hung up the phone very simply, without talking nonsense to him! Instructor Lu felt that his self-esteem had been gorgeously hurt!

In the huge office, the employees who had stretched their necks to eavesdrop on Queen Qiao's phone call quickly pretended to be immersed in their work when they saw her walk in.

"Xiao Mei! When Mr. Qiao comes back, ask her to come to my office!" Ye Qiao raised her voice and went to the east room.

"What do you mean by paying public grain? Queen Qiao's family doesn't farm any land!" Xiaomei asked stupidly.

Everyone roared with laughter.

It's so obvious, this silly girl still doesn't understand!

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After Qiao Tian came back from the outside, he heard that Ye Qiao was looking for him, so he went immediately.

After taking painkillers, the pain in her stomach was gone. Qiao Tian, ​​who was in a suit and leather shoes, sat down across from her desk with a briefcase.

"Qiao Tian, ​​what did the bank say?" Ye Qiao asked seriously and calmly.

Tian Wing is now a well-known Internet company in the industry. Their hotel management software has almost taken over the large, medium and small hotels and guesthouses in first-, second- and third-tier cities. The company's other businesses are also developing very well.

At present, it is attracting investment to expand the scale. Not long ago, Qiao Tian proposed the idea of ​​establishing a portal website. This idea really surprised Ye Qiao. She was reborn, but Qiao Tian was not. In the previous life, there were four famous portal websites. They may be the fifth!

Qiao Tian was a buried Internet boss in his previous life!

She is all for him!

To start a portal website, you need to buy a server. So far, there is no server hosting company in China. They plan to buy a batch of the best servers with loans, which can be rented to others in the future. They also need a computer room and hire professional talents.

A large amount of capital is needed, the state encourages the development of Internet companies, and the interest rate of bank loans is very low, so the loans are not in vain.

"Their credit officer assured that there is no problem, and the interest rate point is the lowest!" Qiao Tian raised his lips, smiled, and handed her the contract drawn up by the bank.

Ye Qiao sat in the boss's chair and snapped his fingers, "When signing a contract with the bank, it's best to invite some reporters to spread the word!"

She said lightly, and frowned when she saw the name of the credit officer: "This director, is the surname Shu?"

(Pay public grain. I remember that when I was a child, I farmed at home, and every year I had to hand over some of the grain harvested to the national grain bank. In fact, it was a tax. If you don’t pay public grain, you have to pay.)