I Am at the Front Desk of Financial Street, with One Billion in My Pocket

[Pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger + Shenhao + Taking charge of the whole building at the front desk + Easy and funny + Slap in the face] Three months ago, Jiang Chuan was still a small boss in Financial Street. Three months later, the brother took away 3 million and the company went bankrupt. Wearing a uniform two sizes too small, he stood back at the front desk on the first floor of Genting Tower. Manager Wang scolded him every day: "You are the receptionist with a monthly salary of 3,800!" When the rich second-generation boss saw him, he smiled strangely: "Mr. Jiang, are you registering ID cards for people now?" Everyone thought Jiangchuan was ruined. Until he bound to the global intelligence system. What others see as front desk chores is all intelligence here in Jiangchuan. Couriers, visitors, conference rooms, registration books, who is short of money, who is short of plans, who is behind on payment, who wants nothing, he can see it all from the front desk. There is a lack of plans on the 12th floor, and the team happens to be vacant on the 18th floor. On the 19th floor, I was almost defrauded of consulting fees by a fake financing consultant. The 21st floor dragged the supplier's balance payment and also brought up the old account of 3 million three years ago. Jiang Chuan stood at the front desk and dialed a few numbers casually. On the first day, 100,000 was received from the bank card. On the third day, the boss upstairs began to take the initiative to say thank you to him. On the twelfth day, the property management team cleared out the utility room and put up a new sign. [Tenant Collaboration Service Point] Manager Wang was holding the ladder to place the sign, his whole body was numb. "No... Isn't he just a receptionist?" Jiang Chuan put away his phone and looked at another building on Financial Street. There, there is also a front desk with people blocking the door...