Chapter 15 A Bastard in a Pond
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The sound of braking suddenly started in the parking lot. Xu Xinglin held the steering wheel and slammed on the brakes. When he looked at Ji Lan standing in front of the car, his lips turned white with fear.
He rolled down the window and yelled: "You don't want your life?"
Ji Lan walked around the front of the car and stood by the window looking at Xu Xinglin: "Mr. Xu suddenly changed his mind. Is there anything we have to offend?"
"Mr. Ji, businessmen have to look at the timing when discussing business. The time has not come for me and Mr. Ji. I want to talk at another time. Can't we?" Xu Xinglin asked.
Ji Lan knew in his heart that this was just a prevarication: "I understand that doing business requires the right time, place, and people. It is not convenient for Mr. Xu to stay for a while. I will visit you another day."
"My secretary will inform you," Xu Xinglin didn't dare to take things too far.
After all, that person’s words are there.
One can't guess to what extent this Miss Ji offended that one.
Both of them have the surname Ji, what if there is any connection?
Ji Lan took a step back and watched Xu Xinglin's car leave.
Xu Ying caught up and glanced at Ji Lan panting, then at the car leaving: "Leaving? What did you say?"
"That person just now, what did you find out?" Ji Lan narrowed his eyes and looked back.
"No, the secretary said it was the first time we met." Ji Mingzong's slightly lowered eyes flashed in Xu Ying's mind. They looked like gods and demons, and they couldn't be seen clearly. But when she looked at Ji Lan, the look was like the Buddha opening his eyes. , unfathomable: "Do you know him?"
"He is the Mr. Ming I told you about."
"Wori!" Xu Ying uttered a curse word and took Ji Lan's arm to get into the car: "I don't own everything, but it must be used by me. I think Mr. Xu nodded and bowed to him, and he must be asking for something from others. Asking him to act as an intermediary is better than breaking up our legs!"
"Then why do you think a person like him can speak for us?" Ji Lan pulled on the seat belt and fastened it, with a light tone that seemed to penetrate everything.
Xu Ying's fingertips holding the steering wheel nodded slightly: "Yes."
"Neither capitalists nor those in power can simply do something." The black Mercedes-Benz drove out of the basement, and the warm sun in April fell on the front of the car, making people feel a little dazed: "But then again, neither are we. What a simple person.”
"The difference between a tortoise in a pond is nothing more than a few years and hundreds of years."
The car drove all the way back to the Entrepreneurship Park. When getting off the car, Xu Ying said: "We will have a birthday banquet tonight."
Ji Lan pursed her lips: "I don't want to go."
Xu Ying glanced at her: "If you don't go, your sister will shit and pee on top of your head. You have to dampen her spirit. Just go and sit there and do nothing."
Ever since Ji Rourou was found, she has been like an old hen in heat, wanting to tell the world that Ji Lan is an adopted daughter and will be kicked out soon.
A skinny little black man, carrying a limited edition Hermès and wearing colorful clothes, was wandering among the crowd in the name of the Ji family.
The Ji family doesn't care.
In the evening, Xu Ying gave her a long dress. The nude pink mesh exposed her perfect collarbones on her shoulders. The pinched waist design reflected her exquisite curves. The pink color made her look pink and white. With this picture His face is unparalleled in Beijing and Hong Kong.
Top cities have no shortage of places for wealthy people to eat, drink and have fun.
Among them, several Beijing-Hong Kong clubs are the most famous.
It has been standing for decades. The annual admission fee is as high as seven figures. It is updated every year. This place has new people coming in and old people leaving every year. It changes rapidly. Comparable to the financial circles of Beijing and Hong Kong, it is quite ruthless.
When Xu Ying reported the box number and name, the waiter at the door nodded and looked at Ji Lan hesitantly: "Who is this?"
"New here? Don't you recognize the eldest lady of the Ji family? Can you tell me your ID number and check your membership information?"
"No, no," the waiter stammered, "but a Miss Ji came in a few minutes ago."
"Have you checked their information?" Xu Ying's face darkened, as if he wanted to fight to the end.
"She came here with Xu Qian and Young Master Xu," the waiter knew that the people who came here were either rich or noble and did not dare to offend.
When Xu Ying heard Xu Qian's name, her chest trembled with anger: "I can't get along with the person named Xu today!"
"Stop beeping, check the ID," Xu Ying took the bag from Ji Lan's hand, pulled out the ID and handed it to him.
The other party looked down, apologized profusely, and hunched over to invite people in.
"So, Miss Ji who just came up is not your member? Are you going to invite people out?" Xu Ying asked coldly while handing the bag to Ji Lan.
"I'll make arrangements right away."
The two of them walked all the way to the private room on the 23rd floor. In the elevator, Ji Lan looked at her through the bright elevator wall.
Xu Ying's eyes met hers in the air: "What do you want me to do?"
"Are you planning how to deal with Ji Rourou?"
Xu Ying snorted: "Do you still need to think about how to deal with her?"
In the box, with the big lights on, everyone was chatting, playing cards, or watching a show.
When the waiter came in, Ji Rourou was sitting at the card table. Xu Qian sat next to her and circled her ambiguously, teaching her how to play cards.
"Miss Ji, it seems that you are not a member of ours yet."
The whispers in the crowd suddenly stopped, and someone came out and said, "I'm so blind, do you know who she is? The eldest lady of the Ji family, the daughter of the old director of Maosheng Pharmaceutical."
The manager of the Beijing-Hong Kong Club focused on the person who took the lead in speaking: "But this lady's information has not been logged in our backend."
Then his eyes fell on Ji Rourou: "There are rules in the club. Please don't embarrass me, Miss Ji."
"That's right!" The sarcastic tone at the door reached everyone's ears. Xu Ying came twisting her waist with her bag in hand, and her eyes fell on Ji Rourou: "Miss Ji doesn't want to embarrass these wage earners, right?"
Turning his gaze, he looked at Xu Qian: "It's only a few million. How about Mr. Xu being a hero and saving the beauty?"
Xu Qian's eyes narrowed and he locked Xu Ying tightly, with a bit of displeasure.
Seeing this, Xu Ying pursued the victory: "I'm surprised. The one who is about to marry the Ji family is the Yan family. Why are you so eager to have an affair with someone? Forget it, can you change the occasion? This is a guarantee Fiancé’s birthday party.”
"Mr. Xu, you want to know that three are equal to three!"
Xu Qian stood up with angry eyes, grabbing Xu Ying's arm and trying to drag him out. When passing by Ji Lan, she frowned and grabbed Xu Qian's wrist: "Mr. Xu, what do you mean?"
"Ji Lan, are you free?" Xu Qian reached out and pushed Ji Lan's arm away: "Is it your turn to take care of our family's housework?"
(End of chapter)