Chapter 20 Sending Ji Lan off for marriage
"What do you think?" After sending Ji Mingda and his wife away, Deng Yi returned to the teahouse, closed the door with his backhand and stood at the door looking at Ji Hongyi: "The old lady always likes the third child, what if this time If something happens to the old man, Hengli must be in the hands of the third child. "
"Once it is in the hands of Lao San, it will be difficult for us to take funds from Hengli in the future."
Ji Hongyi lowered his eyes and played with the tea cup in his hand: "What do you think?"
"Is Hengli CEO not married yet?" Deng Yi already had a plan in mind. The old man had arranged for someone to take over Hengli a long time ago.
A thirty-six-year-old returnee from the United States who is extremely financially savvy. As soon as he came back, he was directly parachuted into the Hengli Head Office as the vice president.
They had met him several times at the Ji family manor. He was a man of great appearance and talent. If they could win over him, it would be equivalent to laying a nail in the gut.
"Let Rourou get married?"
"Rourou?" Deng Yi was surprised: "Why do you think so? How can I be willing to send my newly found biological daughter out for marriage?"
"Jilan?" Ji Hongyi asked, and then said: "You have already broken up with her and kicked her out of the house. Will she agree?"
"We can't help her," Deng Yi said with a cold and angry expression: "The Ji family has raised her for twenty years, and it was not in vain."
"Jiang Shaoding asked someone to tell us to come over and it would be no good. Let's act according to the situation later!" Xu Ying unbuckled his seat belt and prepared to get out of the car.
He glanced sideways at Ji Lan, who was dressed in simple clothes: "When you see this old pervert in the future, you will be the same as you are today. Be more simple and don't put on makeup, so as not to be remembered by others."
"I know," beauty and all other things combined are the best, but alone, it is a dead end.
There is a tennis hall on the first floor of the Beijing-Hong Kong Club. It is said that Jiang Shaoding became obsessed with a domestic tennis champion some time ago and hired a teacher to teach him how to play.
Spend all your efforts to pick up girls.
"Mr. Jiang," a flattering voice came from the door, and Jiang Shaoding slowly lowered his tennis racket.
Standing in the court, weighing the racket in his hand and looking at the two people standing at the door.
When his explicit eyes fell on Ji Lan, he slightly raised the corners of his lips: "Ms. Ji was kicked out by the Ji family and can't even afford decent clothes?"
"I received a call from Mr. Jiang at the last minute. I was afraid that Mr. Jiang would be waiting for me and I came in a hurry. Please forgive Mr. Jiang for his forgiveness," Ji Lan put the conversation back with a smile.
Jiang Shaoding narrowed his eyes when he saw that he could find no fault.
Ji Lan's eyes were fixed with some deep meaning. He always felt that this Ji Lan was far more capable than he looked like on the surface.
"I heard that in addition to contacting me, Miss Ji also contacted Mr. Xu?"
"Miss Ji, are you casting a wide net to fish for fish?"
Ji Lan smiled faintly, with a neither humble nor arrogant attitude: "Anyway, I always want Mr. Jiang to be the producer, and Mr. Xu is interested in advertising."
Jiang Shaoding nodded slightly and shook the tennis ball in his hand: "Then what if I ask you to choose between me and Mr. Xu?"
Ji Lan: .
For the release of a work, investors and advertisers are essential. Jiang Shaoding said this and ruled out any grudge against Xu Xinglin, which clearly meant that he was deliberately making things difficult for her.
Leaving her with nowhere to go.
"Mr. Jiang, why don't you introduce me?" A sudden inquiry sounded in the stadium, breaking the silence.
Ji Lan followed the sound and was a little surprised when he saw Zhao Jiahuai.
She originally wanted to say hello, but she saw the other party's eyes moving lightly from her to Jiang Shaoding: "Why is Mr. Jiang embarrassing this little girl?"
Jiang Shaoding laughed and brushed away the tense atmosphere: "Where is this difficulty? Mr. Zhao, please don't talk nonsense."
"Which young person starting a business wouldn't take this path? This is how we all came here."
"What Mr. Jiang said is true," Zhao Jiahuai put the racket aside: "But how did I hear that Xinglin Advertising took the path of Fengming Capital?"
Jiang Shaoding's expression turned serious.
Zhao Jiahuai advised him half-jokingly and half-seriously: "Mr. Jiang should avoid saying this kind of thing. If it gets to the other party's ears, it will be bad."
Zhao Jiahuai's eyes fell on Jiang Shaoding's unpredictable face: "Mr. Jiang should have heard of the name Fengming Capital. There are many companies he has listed on the market."
"Looking at Mr. Jiang's look, doesn't it mean he has offended someone?"
"What are you talking about, Mr. Zhao?" Jiang Shaoding took back his surprise and said, "I haven't even seen him in person, so there's no way I can offend him."
Zhao Jiahuai took over his words with a smile: "Mr. Jiang is extremely smart, so naturally he won't do this kind of thing of shooting himself in the foot."
When Lin finally looked away, he looked at Ji Lan.
He didn't know if the girl knew who the man next to him was.
A second-class guy like Jiang Shaoding is worthy of her embrace!
Really blind. "Mr. Zhao," Zhao Jiahuai changed clothes from the cloakroom and handed the bag containing sportswear to the driver. He rolled up his shirt sleeves casually and looked at the person standing next to him.
"Is the CEO of Fengming Capital mentioned by Mr. Zhao Mingzong?" Ji Lan asked his doubts.
The last time I saw him with Ming Zong at the golf course, when he was having dinner with Jiang Shaoding, a man who claimed to be a special assistant of Fengming Capital took Jiang Shaoding away.
It is said that Jiang Shaoding was thrown onto the highway that night.
As for what Jiang Shaoding said, there is no way he could be offended if he has not met him in person.
But Fengming Capital clearly dealt with him.
These things are connected in series, and all clues point to Mingzong.
"Miss Ji?" Zhao Jiahuai seemed to be unable to remember her name, and asked with a frown.
"yes!"
"Am I your personal advisor?"
Ji Lan was startled.
Zhao Jiahuai's eyes swept over her body lightly: "Miss Ji can't even handle Mr. Jiang and still wants to get past him and climb up to me?"
"Pan?" Ji Lan's delicate brows frowned slightly.
"Ms. Ji, we, Mr. Zhao, are the only ones that Mr. Jiang needs to step on his toes to get on." The driver on the side spoke, solving Ji Lan's doubts.
The implication is that she is not level enough.
The wealthy families in Beijing and Hong Kong are so strict that it is difficult to describe in words. They are extremely particular about eating at the dinner table and toasting at the wine table.
Over the years, Deng Yi had taught her many rules in order not to embarrass her in outside situations.
What you say to whom you meet, and what gifts you give to each guest are all determined according to the status of the other party.
Xu Ying stood aside, put his hand on Ji Lan's waist and patted him.
Until Zhao Jiahuai left.
"That one is the only son of the Zhao Group, Zhao Jiahuai! It's hard to offend him."
"Zhao Group?" Ji Lan was stunned.
"You don't know her?" Xu Ying was surprised, and then thought: "That's right, that old woman Deng Yi won't take you to a high-end party in a wealthy family."
"I heard that you took care of Jiang Shaoding?" Zhao Jiahuai casually pushed open the door of the top box of the Beijing-Hong Kong Club, and as expected, he saw Ji Mingzong there.
He was half leaning on the sofa, holding a cigarette between his fingers and closing his eyes to relax.
"Guess who I just met downstairs?"
Ji Mingzong straightened up, arched his back slightly, reached out to dust the ashtray on the coffee table, and said in a clear voice, "Jilan?"
"Clairsight or ears?" Zhao Jiahuai pulled up his trouser legs and sat across from him: "You know all this."
"What else can make you look so excited and obscene besides a woman?"
Ji Mingzong's posture was weak, and the cigarettes on his fingertips were gone one after another. Zhao Jiahuai glanced at Yan Hui, who was standing aside, and the latter recognized the situation and walked out.
"Is the old man going to die?"
"It's hard to say," Ji Mingzong raised his hand and took a puff of cigarette: "What did Jiang Shaoding do?"
"You're in trouble, girl!" Zhao Jiahuai poured himself a glass of wine and shook the glass: "You want to take care of it?"
"There has to be a reason," he said, wanting the bird to fly to him.
This is the hunter's method.
"Are you attracted to her?" Zhao Jiahuai became interested: "She is a beauty, what else is there to like about her?"
Ji Mingzong licked his lips and smiled deeply: "It's very useful."
Just the title of the adopted daughter of the Ji family is already a king-like existence.
Zhao Jiahuai's eyes fell on Ji Mingzong's face, looking at him nakedly.
The man in front of him has held the big mountain of Fengming Capital in his thirties, and now he has set his sights on the Ji family's Hengli Bank. It is not difficult to say that his ambitions are not big.
Just when he was worried that he could not overthrow the Ji family in one fell swoop, Ji Lan came
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