Chapter 11 Mr. Love Brain is developed
"Why is Miss Ji so careless?"
"Isn't Mr. Jiang gone?"
Ji Lan looked at Jiang Shaoding standing behind him, unable to suppress the trembling on his face.
After leaving and coming back, based on Jiang Shaoding's hint to her at the wine table, the meaning was obvious.
"I was worried that Miss Ji would not be able to leave alone, so I thought of coming back for a visit, but I didn't expect that I would actually meet her."
Ji Lan took her arm out of Jiang Shaoding's hand and said, "The driver I called will be here soon. Thank you, Mr. Jiang, for your concern."
"Driver? The Ji family didn't arrange a special driver for Miss Ji? If you don't mind, can I send you off?"
"I won't bother Mr. Jiang," Ji Lan refused.
Jiang Shaoding laughed lightly: "How can I talk to Miss Ji about financing if Miss Ji doesn't get in the car?"
Ji Lan was shocked!
This piece of shit!
He really knows how to do it!
“We can talk about financing anywhere, right?”
"Yes, but Miss Ji should be able to see that I have some plans. Otherwise, why should I invest in a mere adopted daughter of the Ji family? They say that the Ji family has strict rules, but in fact, isn't it because the Ji family didn't treat you Does this adopted daughter take her seriously? If she really regards you as a family member, why would she let you come out to socialize? "
"How many young ladies from really wealthy families in Beijing and Hong Kong go to interact with actors?"
Ji Lan finally understood: "Mr. Jiang looks down on me, but he cares about my face. If I can make you happy, it doesn't mean that you can't help me. Is that what you mean?"
When Jiang Shaoding heard Ji Lan's words, appreciation flashed across his brows: "They say Miss Ji is a smart person, and it's true."
"Does Jiang always think that a smart man like me would be stupid enough to exchange my body for a flimsy benefit?" Ji Lan asked with a sneer, looking at Jiang Shaoding as if he were a fool: "Mr. Jiang, remember next time, hook up with a girl. Be more generous when it comes to using ambiguous things to deceive people. Do you think that all the smart people in the world are dead and you are the only one left?"
"Ji Lan!" Jiang Shaoding turned pale at Ji Lan's words and reached out to grab her. Ji Lan took a step back with sharp eyes.
Jiang Shaoding chased after her and when he saw that he could not catch her, he pushed her.
Ji Lan's back hit the rearview mirror and was numb in pain!
“I gave you face, didn’t I?”
"Mr. Jiang," a sudden voice sounded from across the road.
Zhang Ying came across the street wearing a black suit.
Jiang Shaoding saw that the visitor had a good temperament, and stopped entangled with Ji Lan, his eyes fell on the other person: "Do you know me?"
"I am the secretary-general of Fengming Capital. Our boss would like to ask Mr. Jiang to explain."
"Fengming Capital?" Jiang Shaoding was startled. Is that someone he can see?
People in Beijing and Hong Kong only hear about its name but not its people. There are many business leaders who want to see the beauty but fail to get what they want.
Now she actually appeared in front of him and actively invited him to talk?
“Don’t you want to see Mr. Jiang?” Zhang Ying penetrated his struggle and exposed it without mercy.
There is no intention of lowering the posture.
Jiang Shaoding was so frightened that he was stunned.
"Of course I'd like to meet him. Could you please introduce him?" Jiang Shaoding glanced at Ji Lan with his cold eyes as he left.
The street was empty. Ji Lan stood there and touched his back. He was about to open the door and get in the car.
A hand reached across her and opened the car door for her.
Ji Lan raised his eyes and cast his gaze on the car window.
At a glance, he saw the man standing behind him.
Ji Mingzong was wearing a black suit hanging lazily on his arms, and the collar of his white shirt was loose. He smelled of tobacco and alcohol, and he knew he had just come off the wine table without asking.
"Mr. Ming?" "Miss Ji, what a coincidence!" Ji Mingzong nodded gently, with a crooked smile on his lips.
"Will you be socializing nearby tomorrow?"
Ji Mingzong raised his chin: "There is a private kitchen across the street. I just came out of it."
Ji Lan followed his gaze and looked a little deeper.
Beijing and Hong Kong are a place where powerful people gather together, and there are many places that ordinary people cannot enter. By coincidence, the house that Ji Mingzong pointed at with his chin raised is said to be a private place specially used to receive high-ranking officials and dignitaries.
Those who can't get in, no matter how much gold and silver you have around you, you can't get in.
Ji Lan had a vague feeling that this Mr. Ming was either a business giant or a political tycoon.
"Miss Ji?" Ji Mingzong shouted with a smile when he saw Ji Lan staring at her.
"Mr. Ming, does he have a car?" Ji Lan didn't even realize that his title had changed unintentionally.
Ji Mingzong's narrow eyes flashed slightly when he heard these words.
Following Ji Lan's words, he said, "There is a driver, but there is no car."
Without waiting for Ji Lan to ask, he added, "The car got scratched by someone when we came here. If Miss Ji doesn't mind, can we get along?"
Ji Lan had no objection. It was much better to meet someone like him than a scumbag like Jiang Shaoding.
The black C-Class Mercedes-Benz has an axle that is not long enough, making it a bit awkward for a man over 1.8 meters tall to sit in it.
Yan Hui sat on the driver's seat and adjusted the position. The oppressive environment left his slender thighs with no place to rest. He moved forward for fear of blaming his boss, and moved forward as if he were riding in a children's version of a bumper car. He didn't know for a moment that he was complaining about Ji Lan. The eldest lady of the Ji family is doing very poorly.
Or maybe their husband has a developed love brain.
"Send Miss Ji back first."
"Shouldn't it be Mr. Shuangming?"
"After seeing me off, the driver had to make another round trip, which was too hard," Ji Mingzong said in a reasonable and well-founded way, giving people a feeling of consideration for his subordinates.
Ji Mingzong has been in shopping malls for many years and is used to reading people's hearts. Seeing Ji Lan's hesitation, he gave him another dose of reassurance: "I will send the car to your company tomorrow morning so as not to delay your trip."
"Well," Ji Lan nodded: "That's troublesome."
Yan Hui held the steering wheel and thought, what's the trouble? When you borrow a car and return it, you have two opportunities to meet.
This was all planned.
"Where are you taking me?" Jiang Shaoding watched the car drive out of the beltway and into the toll station, feeling vaguely that something was wrong.
He knew that many wealthy people liked to build villas in the suburbs, but if they were to get on the expressway, could it be that they had to leave Beijing and Hong Kong?
"Mr. Jiang will know in a moment," Zhang Ying, who was sitting in the passenger seat, didn't even turn his face to him. His response was quite ruthless.
"What are you"
Just when Jiang Shaoding was about to say something, the black Rolls-Royce slowly stopped beside the emergency lane with double flashes.
"Mr. Jiang, please get out of the car."
Jiang Shaoding was stunned and felt like he was being tricked: "Are you crazy? This is a highway. What do you want to do by asking me to get off the car in the dark? Who are you?"
Zhang Ying sat in the passenger seat and showed no intention of moving. He glanced at the driver in the driver's seat, who understood.
He unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. He grabbed Jiang Shaoding's neck and slipped him out. He also grabbed his cell phone and threw it off the highway.
"Who the hell are you?"
Zhang Ying got out of the car, looked at him across the car, and warned: "Mr. Jiang, think clearly about who you can and cannot provoke in the future."
(End of chapter)