Chapter 31 Just came out of Wenrou Township?
At 3:30, sanitation workers came out to sweep the streets one after another, and the black Maybach drove smoothly into the parking lot of Fengming Capital.
Ji Mingzong stepped upstairs and asked Yan Hui to rest.
He went into the rest room of the office on the top floor and took a quick shower. He took off his white shirt and changed into an iron-gray knitted sweater.
The cold and solemn aura around him instantly faded.
The sound of the coffee machine grinding beans became the only sound in the quiet environment.
"At 3:30, all the ghosts went home to sleep, but you called me out. The money of the capitalists was obtained with the blood and tears of all our poor people." Zhao Jiahuai yawned and opened the door and came in and took him away. Ji Mingzong's freshly ground coffee.
After one gulp of hot American food, most of the three souls and seven souls were recovered.
Ji Mingzong grinded another cup. A street lamp was turned on in the office. The light was not as bright as during the day, giving people a sense of dim sleep. Zhao Jiahuai walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the financial metropolis that was not yet awake, and then turned his gaze to the station. On Ji Mingzong in front of the coffee machine.
His broad and majestic back was bent low, with one hand resting on the marble countertop and a cigarette held in the other, lazily like a beast that had eaten and drank enough.
"Just came out of Rourou Village?"
The man bit his cigarette butt, and when he heard Zhao Jiahuai's words, he removed the cigarette from his lips: "Is it so obvious?"
"Who?" Zhao Jiahuai asked, "Your nominal niece?"
When he heard the word niece, Ji Mingzong frowned slightly, but it only disappeared in the misty smoke for a moment.
Sitting on the sofa nearby with a coffee cup in hand, he changed the subject: "What is Ji Hongyi doing?"
Zhao Jiahuai lit a cigarette, took two puffs and said eloquently, "Say hello to Xuanfa and suppress all the news about you."
"Beijing and Hong Kong have only known that the third master of the Ji family has gone abroad in these years, but they don't know any other news. Isn't it the two brothers of the Ji family who did it? If you don't come back, Hengli Bank will be the worst for both of them. If you come back, they will Maybe they won’t get anything. Now that the old man is sick, can’t they be on guard against you?”
Ji Mingzong put the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray, and when he lowered his eyebrows, he thought of the scene in the kitchen of Jin Mao Mansion.
The sound of the faucet seemed to have continued from just now to now, with great stamina.
The momentary loss of consciousness made the breath around the man slightly colder: "Want to cover it? Then get something big."
"What do you want to do?" Zhao Jiahuai crossed his legs and leaned on the sofa, becoming interested.
"Whoever you work for will break the situation."
"Isn't it appropriate? Are you plotting against someone just after you get off the bed?" Zhao Jiahuai thought to himself, is he so dark-hearted?
The girl is in bad luck when she meets him.
"Do you really think this situation is just for an adopted daughter?" Ji Mingzong took a sip of coffee and asked casually.
Zhao Jiahuai was silent for a moment. He had never heard of Ji Lan's name. He was not a good person. His parents didn't even know who he was. In fact, I have experienced a lot of dirty things.
"He's also an unlucky guy." Zhao Jiahuai raised his hand and lit ashes on top of the ashtray: "You're not going to run away?"
"You're going to let people run away if you're just picking up a free sheep?"
"Yes," Zhao Jiahuai nodded: "I will handle this matter, and it will be wonderful."
Ji Mingzong lowered his head slightly, took a sip of coffee, and hummed casually.
At the end of April, as the beginning of summer approaches, the light breaks through the sky a little earlier than usual.
The servants in Ji's villa got up one after another.
At seven o'clock, Ji Hongyi got up and washed up.
Deng Yi handed him the suit he prepared last night and watched him put on the white shirt: "Is the news suppressing it?"
"Don't worry! If we don't press, the second child will press too. We can't let the third child outshine us," Ji Hongyi responded unhurriedly, his hand holding the buttons without stopping. Deng Yi nodded: "That's good."
"Bring me the phone." Before the couple's morning conversation ended, Ji Hongyi's phone on the bedside table rang.
Deng Yi took the mobile phone and handed it to him.
On the other side, Sun Luo said in an urgent voice: "Mr. Ji, Miss Rourou is on the news."
"I don't know who took the video of Miss Rourou pushing Miss Lan downstairs and gave it to the newspaper. The TV section and news section of the morning entertainment news all broke the news."
Sun Luo's hand holding the phone was sweating. When he received the news early in the morning, his soul flew out. The person who answered the phone half asleep was instantly frightened awake.
The Ji family is beautiful on the outside, but there are turbulent undercurrents inside.
As long as the old man dies, the Ji family can be disintegrated in an instant, and the top wealthy families in Beijing and Hong Kong will cease to exist.
When he called Ji Hongyi on his mobile phone, he had already changed his clothes and was ready to go out.
Ji Hongyi looked at Deng Yi with a deep look, his face was gloomy and terrifying, and he told Sun Luo: "Block the news and see which entertainment newspaper has the courage to expose the news about my Ji family."
"Xinghuo Entertainment has contacted us. The other party's senior management seems to be unaware of this matter and said it is handling it quickly."
"Go to the company right away," Ji Hongyi put away the phone without even having time to put on his coat.
When he passed by Deng Yi, his face was not kind, and his eyes fixed on her were even more sinister.
Deng Yi was so frightened that he couldn't sleep anymore: "What's wrong?"
"The media captured a video of Rourou pushing Ji Lan downstairs last night and it was on the morning entertainment news. Deng Yi, I understand that you are happy to have your daughter back, but you should know that businessmen value profits. If you are not well educated, I don’t mind hiring someone to educate her or sending her to an old lady to learn the rules.”
Deng Yi was stunned. When he realized it again, Ji Hongyi had already strode downstairs and was about to go out.
She caught up with him in a few steps: "I asked Ji Lan to come forward to clarify the matter."
"There is no three hundred taels of silver here," Ji Hongyi scolded her: "What you should do now is to make the perpetrator apologize, not the victim to be wronged."
At eight o'clock, Ji Lan just arrived at the studio.
Zhang Fan came up to him, the joy on his face unstoppable: "I went to dinner with Xu Ying yesterday and met a teacher from the department. He said he could introduce us to a young director in the circle and made an appointment to meet and chat tomorrow night."
"We've got Xinglin's commercial. We're at least halfway successful. Jiang Shaoding can show it first. Xu Ying means to shoot it first and then think about it later. If we don't have enough money later, we'll find a way. What do you think?"
Ji Lan put the bag in his hand on the spot, looked at Zhang Fan and nodded: "Let them come to the meeting."
"You'd better hide first! Stop having meetings," Xu Ying came over in the dusty morning and threw a stack of newspapers in his hand on Ji Lan's desk: "I don't know which kind person took the photo of you being raped. The video of pushing someone downstairs, now everyone in the city is condemning the Ji family for you. "
Ji Lan picked up the newspaper with some confusion and opened it, only to find that in the middle of the page was a striking headline about the discord between the two girls of the Ji family.
Xu Ying glanced at Zhang Fan, who recognized the situation and left.
She stepped forward and held Ji Lan's arm, forcing her to look at her: "Dear, do you remember what we lack?"
"Money!" Ji Lan answered truthfully.
Xu Ying picked up the newspaper on the table and opened it in front of her eyes, then clicked on the news page: "Do you know what this is?"
"Opportunity!" Ji Lan followed Xu Ying's words and spoke.
"We are still short of 40 million," Xu Ying held up four fingers and waved them in front of Ji Lan: "With these 40 million, we can tell old perverts like Jiang Shaoding to get out."
"Don't feel embarrassed. Over the years, Deng Yi has used you to get a hundred times, a thousand times more than this."
"Teach her a lesson and let that old pious woman know what it means to bite a rabbit when it's angry."