Chapter 32 Received 40 million
Xu Ying's guess was correct.
Deng Yi came to her much faster than reporters came to her.
In a private room of a cafe near the studio.
The two people who just broke up last night sat together again today. Ji Lan stared at her without saying a word, wanting to see how she would act.
"Lan Lan." Deng Yi looked at her and hesitated to speak. Normally she would not be able to pull this face off.
But when it comes to the Ji family, face is not as important as profit.
As luck would have it, Ji Lan's phone rang at the right time, and she picked it up and picked it up.
On the other side, Xu Ying's roar echoed in the box: "Where have you been? Didn't you agree to go to solicit investment in the morning? Come back quickly."
"Right away," Ji Lan glanced at Deng Yi and responded in a pretentious manner.
After putting away the phone, he had no intention of chatting with Deng Yi and stood up to leave.
Seeing that she was about to leave, Deng Yi was startled: "Lanlan?"
"I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
"Let's talk first, I won't delay you too long."
Ji Lan said nothing and handed the phone to her.
Xu Ying's reminder call came in again.
"Mrs. Ji, I have an appointment with someone to discuss investment. I don't have time to talk to you."
Deng Yi wanted something from her, and it was a major matter related to the Ji family. He got angry as soon as he went out early in the morning. Now when he saw someone, the conversation had to be stopped before it even started.
The fire in his belly suddenly burst out: "You little one"
The sentence "What good investment can you make in your small company" stopped abruptly.
"Mom will help you solve the matter in your studio. Let's talk first," Deng Yi told her softly.
Ji Lan pulled up the chair and sat down again: "Solve my matters first, and then we'll talk."
"How much?" Deng Yi asked through gritted teeth.
"Not much," Ji Lan said, "It's only 40 million, which is a small amount for Mrs. Ji."
Deng Yi:.
"I'll have someone call you this afternoon about the news this morning."
"Hit me now." Ji Lan didn't give her a chance to fish in troubled waters and touched her face: "Ms. Deng's slap last night really hurt me."
Deng Yiwo was on fire, her whole body was filled with rage, and Ji Lan's eyes were fixed on him, wanting to tear her into pieces.
She was not willing to spend 40 million on Ji Lan.
But 40 million is nothing compared to the reputation of the Ji family.
If this matter reaches the ears of the old lady, it will do them no good at all.
Deng Yi made a gloomy phone call to the finance department.
In front of Ji Lan, he couldn't say a word of jargon.
The finance officer was not sure, so he asked, "Mr. Deng, do you want to fight now?"
"Fight now," Deng Yi said in front of Ji Lan. There are many ways to deal with the company's accounts. Fast or slow can be a sharp knife to sharpen people's mentality. Deng Yi is already a veteran in this area.
Having worked with her in finance for many years, he knew her behavior clearly, so Ji Lan expected to ask this question. Ten minutes later, a text message came in, and she leaned back leisurely on her chair and looked at Deng Yi: "What does Mrs. Ji need me to do?"
"I came forward to clarify that it was an accident."
"Okay," it's your duty to use people's money to help others eliminate disasters.
"Are you agreeing so quickly?" Deng Yi reminded Ji Lan because he was worried about Xiao Jiujiu, "You'd better not play any tricks."
Ji Lan stirred the coffee and asked with a half-smile, "I dare you?"
"I have seen Mrs. Ji's methods before. If you let me live, you will live. If you let me die, I will die. Don't worry, I don't have this ability."
"It's good that you know," Deng Yi saw that she knew the situation and stopped trying to warn her: "Someone will pick you up in the afternoon. You don't have to do anything. Just have afternoon tea with Rourou. I will arrange the rest."
The box door was slammed shut before Ji Lan could take his eyes back.
Xu Ying came out of the private room next door, leaning against the door with her arms folded and looking at her: "Let's go! Mr. Ji."
"That old guy Jiang Shaoding still pointed us to lick him. Now that I'm rich, I can lick his feathers."
"Who can't get along with money?" Ji Lan asked nonchalantly: "I want Deng Yi's money, and I also want Jiang Shaoding's investment."
Xu Ying was surprised and looked sideways at her.
When I walked to the door of the studio, I didn't notice the glass door and bumped into it with a bang: "Ouch~~ It hurts."
"What's going on with the news?"
In Ji's manor, the old lady was sitting in the shade of the trees in the backyard, wearing a white monastic tunic, playing with various exotic flowers, and using tweezers to pick out the broken branches and willows in the flower pots bit by bit.
Ji Hongyi stood at a plate, holding a square wooden tray beside him, replacing the servant's work, and chatting with the old lady in detail: "My daughter's family's little thoughts are already being dealt with."
"A little thought from my daughter's family can embarrass the Ji family. If her thoughts are too big, will the Ji family's fate be turned upside down?" The old lady spoke calmly, moving her hands constantly, bending down to look at her child. Boxwood: "Do you know what this is?"
Ji Hongyi glanced at the bonsai in front of the old lady: "Boxwood."
"If a family has boxwood, it will surely have pillars. It symbolizes the prosperity of the family and the excellence of future generations." The old lady put the tweezers under the tray and changed a pair of scissors: "When it is first formed, wanton growth is a sign of strong vitality, but if it is formed, , still growing wantonly, it needs to be pruned. Whether a boxwood can be bought at a good price depends not only on its branches and leaves, but on its entirety.”
Ji Hongyi shuddered when the old lady ordered him.
The fingertips holding the tray tightened slightly: "I don't care whether you are biological or not, but the Ji family cannot be defeated by anyone."
Ji Hongyi nodded with sweat: "I understand."
"Old lady, the third master is back," Shu Wen's voice sounded from the side, and the old lady's calm expression was slightly disturbed.
He glanced at Ji Hongyi and gave the order to expel the guest: "Go and do your work!"
Ji Hongyi was slightly stunned.
The importance of status is clear at a glance.
"Shall I go say hello to my third brother?"
"It's not that I haven't heard about what happened last night," the old lady's clear eyes fell on Ji Hongyi, with a shrewdness that penetrated the world: "Boss, do what you do, don't be too obvious."
One sentence ended Ji Hongyi's thoughts.
After walking around the front yard and getting in the car, Ji Hongyi asked Shu Wen anxiously: "What happened last night?"
"The old lady asked Third Master to go," Shu Wen told him bluntly.
Ji Hongyi's fingertips hanging by his side tightened slightly, and he nodded slowly toward Shu Wen: "Thank you."
Finally, he took out a card and handed it to Shu Wen: "Aunt Shu has done some good work in taking care of the old lady these years. This is a little bit of my kindness. I must accept it."