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The business boomed on its own...
Tang Luo was already too tired to complain. He could just buy a street and throw it to his master. His master could just reorganize it. In a few months, not only would his master earn back his capital, but he could also make a fortune.
She only built a club to have a place to stay at. For some reason, her business got popular.
Did Leng Rongrong’s physique guarantee her chances to amass wealth?
Anything she touched would turn profitable?
Leng Rongrong was really amazing and astounding!
Not only was she rich, but she was also gorgeous. She even built the club so well.
Mo Linyuan was only forced to get married, but now, Tang Luo felt that Mo Linyuan had actually found a treasure.
“After the business got better, I randomly chose a few places to open a few branches. I don’t know why it was always popular, but it became what it is now in the past few years.”
Leng Rongrong recalled for a moment and felt that she had not done anything special.
Anyway, she just hired a few subordinates to help manage it. She didn’t really care about it herself. She didn’t know why her subordinates were so powerful that they could actually turn a small club into a top club in the world.
Oh, her underlings would complain about her every time they got together. They lamented that she didn’t like to manage things and that they were the ones who had to worry about the club.
Leng Rongrong smiled. “Maybe I’m just lucky. The people I meet every time are all very good, and the men I recruit are all very capable.”
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Tang Luo was speechless.
Could one’s luck really be so good?
He didn’t believe it anyway.
Instead, Tang Luo believed that Leng Rongrong had a good character, just like Mo Linyuan. His subordinates were all loyal to him, not because he was as terrifying as the rumors said, but more because he was trustworthy.
Mo Linyuan was fair in giving favors. He had also helped numerous people at the risk of his life.
Who would betray such a person?
Leng Rongrong was actually quite straightforward, but she was also a really good person. When she had just married Mo Linyuan, even though she knew that her husband was disabled and of no use to her, she had bought a street for him to manage so that he wouldn’t lose his fighting spirit.
Perhaps Leng Rongrong had inadvertently helped other people in the same way. Perhaps, this was their form of gratitude.
It did appear as though the club became popular without Leng Rongrong’s involvement.
In fact, it was her subordinates who had put in enough effort to have such a grand opportunity.
It had to be said that Leng Rongrong’s judgment was excellent. After all, she was not in charge of things, but the club under her name could still be operated so well.
From the looks of it, Leng Rongrong really didn’t come to this club often.
After Leng Rongrong walked around the kitchen, she went to the manager’s office.
The manager was a man in his 50s or 60s. He was a little thin and didn’t look like someone who could manage.
Leng Rongrong shared that this manager used to be a fortune-teller and had once read the fortune of a young master from a wealthy family. He had predicted that the young master’s fate was not good. As a consequence, his legs were broken, and he was thrown out of the family.
When she was four or five years old, Leng Rongrong happened to see a fortune-teller with a broken leg. He was dying of hunger by the roadside, so Leng Rongrong gave the bun in her hand to the fortune-teller to eat.
After the fortune-teller ate it, he said that Leng Rongrong would experience a life of great wealth.
Then, her godfather held her little hand and said, “You don’t have to count. Definitely!”
After looking down on the fortune-teller, her godfather was about to leave with her. However, Leng Rongrong pleaded with her godfather to save the old fortune-teller. She said that the old man was too pitiful.
Then, her godfather threw some money to the fortune-teller.
The next time she saw this fortune-teller was ten years later.
When Leng Rongrong had just opened the club, the fortune-teller had looked for her and recommended himself to be the club’s manager. He didn’t ask for a salary. He simply wanted to repay Leng Rongrong, help her do things, and build the best club.
Thus, Leng Rongrong left the club to this so-called old grandfather, and she barely managed anything.
Some of the staff members recruited by the club were people who Leng Rongrong had accidentally seen with a worse life and had casually brought back for a job. Some were specially invited by this fortune-teller from other places.
All in all, this old man was the core of the club.
It was all because of this fortune-teller that the clubhouse was able to achieve what it had today.
Of course, this old fortune-teller didn’t have any sage-like appearance. Instead, he looked a little wretched. It was no wonder that Leng Rongrong’s godfather, Jiang Fu, was a bit full of contempt when he saw him.
Mo Linyuan and the others followed Leng Rongrong into the manager’s office.
The club was extremely luxurious, but the manager’s office on the top floor was very simple. There was nothing valuable. Even the sofa was not the kind that was worth a lot of money.
There were only a few paintings on the wall.
However, those paintings looked like they were drawn by famous artists.
When Leng Rongrong and the others went in, the manager, who looked older than his actual age, was fiddling with the few sparse strands of hair on his head.
The manager was dressed commonly. He was not wearing a suit, only a black shirt with a pan button. He wore a pair of cloth shoes.
He might not look like a manager, but he was still clean and tidy.
“Manager Gu, comb your hair again. You’re going to lose all your hair!” Leng Rongrong said with a smile the moment she entered.
Manager Gu shivered. He raised his head and looked at Leng Rongrong. “You don’t even come to see me. If it wasn’t for Yangyang, that girl, ordering for you and recognizing you, I don’t know when I’d be able to see you!”
“I’m at ease with you managing this place, Manager Gu.” Leng Rongrong walked in and sat down on the sofa. “Why would you look for me? Do you need money? If you can’t make it, I’ll transfer you the money.”
“Nonsense, when has our club ever been short of money?” Manager Gu rolled his eyes and tidied up his neatly combed hair. “Since you’re here, come and check the accounts. Take a look at the club’s recent profitability. Find out how many clubs we have, Boss!”
This boss was really too incompetent.
She had never cared about the lack of business in this meeting, nor did she care about how many branches there were.
Most of the time, before he could finish his sentence every time he called Leng Rongrong, the other party would immediately claim she already knew about it. He didn’t know what she knew, but after a few days, the club’s account would have more money.
It turned out that the boss had thought that he was having a cash flow problem and had directly transferred the money over.