Chapter 36 What is the third uncle’s name?
Ji Mingzong changed into a black suit and came out. The collar of his white shirt was loose, giving people a somewhat lazy feeling.
When he opened the curtain and stood in front of Ji Lan, there were thick emotions in his eyes.
She wore a long red chiffon skirt today, with her long black hair hanging casually behind her head, and the joints on her white neck showing due to excessive weight loss.
When a pair of increasingly dark eyes fell on him, there was a bit of evil in them.
Ji Mingzong stretched out his hand towards her.
Ji Lan was stunned: "What?"
"cell phone."
Ji Lan handed the phone over to her, who pressed out a long list of numbers on the screen. When he handed it to her, the number that ended with four and nine numbers was shocking.
This phone number is worth more than her life.
"Save it," Ji Lan put away the phone and looked up at the man in front of her: "Can I call you at any time?"
"It's up to you," Ji Mingzong stepped out and saw Yan Hui walking in quickly. When he saw him, he stopped talking.
The man paused slightly and glanced sideways at Ji Lan: "How to go back?"
"Xu Ying is downstairs."
Ji Mingzong nodded and said nothing.
Seeing that the person was about to leave, Ji Lan hurriedly caught up: "Mr. Ming, send the Buddha to the west. Can Jiang Shaoding's investment be of help?"
"Didn't you already put someone on the stand?" Ji Mingzong asked back.
How come this person knows everything? ? ?
Ji Lan frowned slightly: "Jiang Shaoding is no different from a local gangster. If I fight him, he will be treated like this!"
Ji Mingzong glanced at Ji Lan with unclear eyes, and his tone was calm with a hint of warning: "Cooperating with local ruffians means there will be a steady stream of troubles in the future. It would be better for Mr. Ji to change his path."
Saying "Mr. Ji" is a top hat for her.
"Mr. Ming, from a small family like me, there are no extra options!"
Jiang Shaoding was already at the top of a small family like them. If she had the Ji family behind her, everything would be easy, but there wasn't.
What Ji Mingzong doesn't like is the only life-saving straw for Ji Lan.
Ji Lan watched the elevator go all the way down, and was about to reach the first negative floor, her heart pounding. She always felt that Zhao Jiahuai was his subordinate, and even if he wasn't, he was still inextricably related to him.
Everyone was sleeping with others, and if she couldn't fight for this line, she wouldn't rest in peace.
Ding dong——The elevator stopped on the first floor below, and the heavy door slowly opened.
Ji Mingzong looked at her without saying a word, and the implication was obvious.
Ask her out.
Flesh is flesh, profit is profit.
In this relationship, both of them have their own agenda, but Ji Lan is still on the weak side.
Years later, when the two exchanged positions, Ji Mingzong realized that the king in love was at risk of defeat at any time.
"Has it been solved?" In the box, Zhao Jiahuai and Chen Songyang were playing chess, and the black and white pieces on the chessboard were fighting excitingly.
Ji Mingzong walked over and glanced at him, his gaze indifferent.
After pouring a glass of wine, he turned around and sat down at the main seat.
He held the wine glass with his legs crossed, his narrow eyes fell on the chessboard, and he looked at the ups and downs of the two people lightly.
"What other media companies are there in Beijing and Hong Kong?" In the quiet box, these sudden words made Zhao Jiahuai freeze for a moment.
The black stones in his hand landed on the chessboard leisurely: "There are quite a few, but the only one Ji Lan can reach is the Jiang family."
"In the past few years, the media sector has been on the rise. Ji Lan has a good eye and has targeted this piece of fat. But after all, it is a small family." There are many fat people who are staring at it. Ji Lan has a good eye but cannot match the connections of others. With money,
To put it bluntly, it is difficult to move alone in today's humane society. Ji Mingzong slowly picked up the wine glass and took a sip of wine.
Thinking about the relationship between side effects.
Zhao Jiahuai's eyes fell on him appraisingly, and he asked hesitantly: "Do you want to help her?"
Without waiting for Ji Mingzong's answer, Zhao Jiahuai added: "Not to mention the secular world, the Ji family alone will not accept this kind of relationship between you and Ji Lan. It's just a joke, there is no need to take it seriously."
When Chen Songyang heard what Zhao Jiahuai said, his eyes fell on Zhao Jiahuai intentionally or unintentionally: "Secular? According to secular concepts and the average distribution of family assets, Hengli Bank should be sent to Mingzong."
Zhao Jiahuai was choked up by the rebuke: "The relationship between men and women is different from the distribution of family property."
"If you look down on someone, just say so," Chen Songyang said in a calm tone: "If Ji Lan is on an equal footing with Ming Zong now, will you be able to help him rise to the top of the world?"
When the white piece fell on the chessboard, Chen Songyang summed up the relationship between this moral decline in one sentence: "Happiness is the most important thing."
"Dad," Ji Lan just got out of the elevator and was about to step out of the elevator hall. Ji Hongyi and Ji Mingda got out of the car and came this way.
Ji Hongyi was a little surprised when he saw Ji Lan: "Are you playing here?"
"I made an appointment with Mr. Jiang to have dinner together. It just ended."
Ji Mingda raised his eyebrows when he heard Ji Lan's words: "There are so many children in the family, but Lanlan is the most ambitious."
Then his eyes fell on Ji Hongyi: "Your father and I made an appointment with your third uncle to go and get to know each other?"
Third uncle?
The third oldest child in the Ji family?
Ji Lan's eyes fell on Ji Hongyi, as if asking for his opinion.
Ji Hongyi is not only 100% satisfied with Ji Lan, his adopted daughter, but at least he approves of it. He takes the overall situation into consideration, understands the general situation, and will give his family face when elders are around.
Whether it is from the perspective of a father or a man, I have received great satisfaction.
"How about we meet together."
Ji Lan, who had just stepped out of the elevator, followed Ji Hongyi into the elevator.
At the door of the private room on the third floor, Yan Huizheng was leaning against the wall and smoking out of boredom.
When a sound came from the headset, the smoke on his fingertips trembled in fright.
With a clang, the box door opened and closed, and Yan Hui's eager eyes fell on Ji Mingzong: "Sir, the uncle and the second uncle are here with Miss Ji."
"Ji Lan?" Ji Mingzong asked with a cold frown.
"Yes," Yan Hui nodded solemnly.
Zhao Jiahuai was stunned: "How do they know you are here?"
Ji Mingzong looked calm, bent slightly and put the wine glass in his hand on the table: "Beijing and Hong Kong are so big."
Ji Lan followed Ji Hongyi and the others to the private room on the third floor.
When his eyes fell on the house number 388, doubts flashed across his eyes.
Ji Mingda pushed the door straight in, expecting to see someone, but in vain.
"Where are the people?" Ji Mingda looked at Ji Hongyi: "Didn't you say he was here?"
Ji Lan followed him in and stood at the door of the box. He looked through the floor-to-ceiling windows and saw the lights on the dance floor below flickering.
I walked over slightly curious.
When he paused at the window, he immediately saw the location of the booth on the second floor.
My heart trembled: "Dad, what is the third uncle's name?"