Chapter 215 Ji Lan agrees, just tomorrow
"Why is Songyang so concerned about Lanying Media?"
In the new Chinese-style office, there is a tree-carved tea table. The roots of a century-old tree are made by the hands of a master carver. The finished product is majestic and domineering.
Chen Songyang was sitting across from him in a Chinese tunic suit. He bent slightly and lifted the fair cup to pour tea for the other party.
He said with a smile: "You also know that it is not easy for two little girls to fight all the way up. I will help you if I can."
Zhong Yi picked up the tea cup with a smile and looked at Chen Songyang's facial expressions. These young masters from aristocratic families may appear humble and polite, but in reality they are all arrogant.
What he said was half-truth and half-lie.
The award created by Taili is firstly to build momentum, secondly to make money, and thirdly to discipline some companies.
In the final analysis, it is not that there is no way to go, it just depends on whether your path is tough or not.
And Chen Songyang came out to find him personally. Lanying Media's background is indeed strong enough.
"I've heard for a long time that you and Director Ji are good friends, and Mr. Song from Lanying Media has a close relationship with Director Ji. Now that Mr. Chen is here, I finally understand."
"I made you laugh," Chen Songyang said humbly.
He was helpless. He stayed up too late last night and received a call from someone before he even got up, asking him to go over and settle the matter.
Can he come?
Ji Mingzong is now clinging to Ji Lan, afraid of offending her and afraid that she will kill his son if she is unhappy.
Just holding it in my hand.
If he can't handle this matter well, it won't work.
"You young people, it is a good thing to help each other. The reputation of Lanying Media has always been very good in the industry. If you don't come, 80% of this award will fall into their hands. The country is now vigorously developing the film and television media industry. , the replacement of print media is just around the corner, and the rise of new star industries will follow the strategy and we will also support some outstanding young entrepreneurs.”
Zhong Yi spoke straightforwardly. They have been acquaintances for many years, and there was no need to beat around the bush. He changed his words before the other party said: "I heard your father said that he asked you to go on a blind date, but you refused, and your popularity ended up in the hospital."
Chen Songyang snorted: "Why does the old man tell you everything?"
Chen Songyang was a little embarrassed, and his face felt hot.
"Can your dad not be anxious? People his age have been grandfathers for several years, but you are still an old bachelor. If you don't have a blind date, you should fall in love! You don't do anything."
"Isn't this what you didn't like?"
"You don't even come out of the house, are you looking for ghosts?" Zhong Yi scolded him lightly: "The boss is not young anymore, it's time to take care of him."
"Then I have to ask Uncle Zhong to help me persuade my father and introduce me to some reliable people. Don't mess with the little girls in their early twenties. They get married right after graduation and don't even get their hearts back. Old men like me When I get married, I have wronged others, and I can’t stand others making trouble with me every day, don’t you think?”
Zhong Yi pursed his lips and thought, other people like young people in their early twenties,
Just him, he is different.
Chen Songyang sat for a while and left. When Zhong Yi went downstairs, the driver came quickly and looked a little embarrassed: "Boss, Mr. Chen put some things in the trunk when he left just now. I don't know what to do with it."
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Zhong Yi was silent: "Let it go! I will return it to his father later."
"Yes!"
Zhong Yi got in the car and the driver briefly chatted with him: "Mr. Chen has become more and more calm in recent years."
That's right. Chen Songyang and the others, among other things, couldn't find any fault in their conduct. They knew what they said and what gifts they gave.
"Last time I heard Mr. Wu say that he has a daughter who is in her late twenties and on a blind date. Do you remember?"
"Remember!" "Contact him sometime to come out for a meal."
"It's done." In the top-floor office of Fengming Capital, Chen Songyang slumped on the chair opposite Ji Mingzong. The straight-laced Chinese tunic suit he was wearing just now was thrown away. He only had a new Chinese-style shirt with a wide open collar. , the sleeves are pushed up.
He is acting like a second generation ancestor.
"I was taught a lesson, you have to compensate me."
Ji Mingzong said nothing and pulled out a document on the desktop and pushed it over: "You pick the investment promotion section of the film and television city project, and the rest belongs to others."
"Should I go?" Chen Songyang became interested. He opened the document and glanced at it: "What a big deal, Director Ji!"
"Sister Lan is very lucky to have found you. Apart from other things, you are just like Pixiu, so many people have to support you!"
He carefully looked at the project categories above, then asked for a piece of A4 paper and wrote down the numbers on it.
For fear that Ji Mingzong would regret it temporarily, he reached over him and pressed the inside line to let Zhang Ying in. He handed him the A4 paper in his hand: "Your boss said, these are all mine."
Zhang Ying did not dare to take it, and his eyes fell on Ji Mingzong. It was not until the latter's eyes indicated that he reached out and took it: "Congratulations, Mr. Chen."
"Zhang Tezhu has such a sweet mouth. He will definitely be a good father in the future with such a sweet mouth. Is your wife pregnant?"
Zhang Ying:.
"Hey! Why are you leaving?" Chen Songyang was a little surprised when he saw that the person didn't answer the question.
Until his eyes fell on Ji Mingzong, the latter's deep gaze surprised him: "I'm not pregnant yet! How long has it been? This is really a deliberate attempt to plant flowers that don't bloom, but unintentionally planting willows to create shade!"
"You've become a father and he hasn't adjusted yet. Is the office feng shui bad? Try moving to another place?"
Ji Mingzong glanced at Chen Songyang: "If you want to move, it's also the master bedroom of their house. What does it have to do with the office."
“People don’t spend as much time at home as in the office.”
Chen Songyang meant something, but by coincidence, Ji Mingzong understood it: "Mr. Chen is so compassionate, spend some money and hire a special assistant for me, and I will give Zhang Ying leave."
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"Why should I spend money to hire a special assistant for you?" Chen Songyang exclaimed: "You are still having sweet dreams at this age?"
"Forget it, I don't care about others, I care about you. When will you get the certificate? When will you let me drink the wedding wine?"
"If Ji Lan agrees, it will be fine tomorrow. If she doesn't agree, it will be difficult next year."
"Not done yet? You are really good at bed skills. As a man, you have to be hard and soft!"
Ji Mingzong:
"I'll teach you."
"Why is sister-in-law here?"
In Ji's manor, Chen Yan was sitting by the stove in the living room roasting oranges. The old lady placed a wood stove by the window and a copper pot above it to boil tea.
A very simple process.
Appearing in the manor, it is not neither fish nor fowl, but not very harmonious.
In the winter in Beijing and Hong Kong, the cold wind howls, and the cold wind from the flat ground can make people peel off their skin.
Deng Yi came in wrapped in the cold wind, and after taking off his coat, he felt that the coldness was slightly reduced.
After crossing the entrance, I saw Chen Yan.
She seemed to have been here a long time ago. Her fingertips painted with nail polish were turning over the oranges on the stove, and a faint fragrance accompanied by the aroma of tea came.
"Brothers and sisters are here too?"
"It seems that we are in touch again today," Chen Yan said beautifully, took a new cup from the cabinet on the side, poured some tea and handed it to her.