Chapter 53: Thousands of years of goblins? It can make your boss Ji sad
"Fengming Capital!" Xu Ying was a little confused: "Didn't I mention it to you last time? The handsome man and the gods are angry."
"Come here," Ji Lan took Xu Ying's hand and entered the office.
Turn on your computer and search for Fengming Capital on Baidu, and the first thing that pops up is their CEO Meng Qinghe.
"Is this him you saw last time?"
"No," Xu Ying shook his head: "It's far from the same. His appearance and temperament are not on the same line."
"What is the last name of the CEO of Fengming Capital?"
"Listen to my dad, his surname is Ji."
"Ji Mingzong?"
Xu Ying: "Isn't Ji Mingzong your third uncle? Do you suspect that your third uncle is starting a new business?"
Ji Lan frowned, his head was dizzy, and he always felt like he was in a trap: "So the boss of Fengming Capital is a member of Ji's family?"
"How do I know this? I only know that my last name is Ji. Let me ask my dad?"
"Ask now," she said anxiously.
Xu Ying glanced at her suspiciously, and while taking out his mobile phone to make a call, he said strangely: "Even if Fengming Capital is really your third uncle, it's none of your business!"
"Let them deal with the Ji family's affairs on their own. You're not in the pit, so what are you afraid of?"
Ji Lan stretched out his palm and patted his forehead, trying to clear up the confusion in his mind: "What if I tell you that I recently met a man and suspect that he is my third uncle?"
"The third uncle is the third uncle! You don't go to bed with others, and you are afraid that others will say you are incest!"
A sharp blade penetrated Ji Lan's heart accurately.
She slowly removed her palm, and her eyes fell on Xu Ying's face. Her movements were as stiff as a programmed robot.
There was a brief silence in the office, and in an instant, a "Fuck" sound came out of thin air.
"Don't tell me you slept with someone."
Ji Lan remained silent,
Xu Ying became more and more crazy, jumping up and down like a melon field: "Healthy love is important, but abnormal love is really wonderful."
"Ji Xiaolan, you can do it! Keep it secret! Just go to sleep. If the Ji family doesn't let you feel better, don't let them feel comfortable either."
"They make your life rainy, so you have to let the storm sweep over them. Don't feel guilty. Get more sleep. The more the better."
"Ask first," Ji Lan interrupted her chatter.
Xu Ying was urged to call and ask.
A phone call can make you rise and fall quickly.
"My dad said he didn't know. He only knew that outsiders called him Director Ji."
Xu Ying sat opposite Ji Lan and looked at her across the table, holding her chin: "If you really want to verify it, can you take a photo and let me see it?"
Ji Lan seemed to be awakened by someone, his three souls and seven souls were all clear.
is a way.
Just do it.
Ji Mingzong's phone number was stored in her mobile phone for more than a month, and she finally had the first call record.
When the call was dialed, it rang on the other side and was cut off.
No intention of picking up.
She waited for a while, but there was no sign of the call being returned.
A text message came over: "Busy?"
Ji Mingzong also replied quickly: "Urgent?"
"No hurry, let's have dinner together tonight?"
Ji Mingzong: "It's difficult! I have a social event." Ji Lan: "I'll wait for you at Lanting Villa after get off work."
Over there, Ji Mingzong was sitting in the Fengming Capital conference room, and the boss below was reporting on his work. Meng Qinghe was sitting beside him, flipping through documents with his head down, and his eyes followed the reporter's words.
"Director Ji, I've finished my report."
The conversation in the conference room stopped suddenly. It stands to reason that Ji Mingzong would make one or two comments at this time.
But today, there was no action.
Meng Qinghe turned his head slightly, and his eyes fell on the person next to him. He saw him holding his mobile phone with his head lowered, and the gap between his eyebrows was difficult to level.
Think about something with extreme concentration.
Zhang Ying leaned to one side and said, "Director Ji."
Ji Mingzong suddenly came back to his senses, turned off his mobile phone and looked at the person standing at the end of the conference room: "The vice president stays, and the others go out."
Next to him, Meng Qinghe was packing his things and preparing to leave, when Ji Mingzong's eyes fell lightly.
The latter stopped and sat back in his chair.
"Where is the evaluation report of the Five Rings Resort?" Ji Mingzong flipped through the documents submitted.
"The demolition part still needs to be completed, and it is expected to be out this Friday," the vice president standing opposite responded across the long conference table.
Ji Mingzong raised his eyes and glanced at him: "Come here and say, stand so far away, are you afraid that I will hear you?"
The emperor's heart was unpredictable, so the vice president packed his things and sat down beside Ji Mingzong cautiously.
He continued: "But Fuyuan Real Estate has been very aggressive recently and seems to want to be the first to get there. Should we take some action here?"
After all, Fuyuan is an old company in Beijing and Hong Kong, and many people recognize this brand. Sometimes money is not as useful as reputation.
"No rush," Ji Mingzong closed the document in his hand: "Just do what you are doing."
The vice president nodded: "Understood."
After leaving the conference room, Ji Mingzong left Meng Qinghe behind. The two entered the office. The heavy wooden door was closed. The man took off his coat and put it casually on the Taishi's chair. He walked to the tea table next to the office to boil water and make tea.
The hot water boiled, and the tea cakes were thrown in, roughly and quickly, showing that he was not in a calm mood at this time.
Meng Qinghe's eyes slowly swept across his face, and he walked to the tea table and took over the task of making tea: "What a waste of natural resources."
"Is there anything bothering you?"
Ji Mingzong lit a cigarette: "It doesn't count."
"That's right," Meng Qinghe filtered out the tea soup.
He picked up Chahai and poured him a cup of tea: "The company is currently safe, and the Ji family is also under control. Is there anything else that worries you? Zhao Jiahuai said that you have had a good relationship recently, because of women?"
Ji Mingzong paused while taking out the cigarette: "What else did he tell you?"
"After mentioning it, he didn't dare to say anything." If you ask for help, you will be inferior to others. They are a bunch of people who are very smart in making gains and gains.
Ji Mingzong stood leaning on the imperial chair, reaching out to wipe out the ashes on the ashtray on the table. His posture was lazy but could not hide the luxury around him.
Meng Qinghe held the cup and looked at him: "A fairy that has been around for thousands of years? It can make you, Boss Ji, sad."
"A sharp blade."
Although Meng Qinghe has never been in a romantic relationship, he has been in the industry for so many years. Not many people can handle the matter between men and women: "I understand! The sharp blade has become a peach blossom debt."
"If she is not stunningly beautiful, she must have a charming voice and a soft body that suits your boss Ji's taste. The peach blossom debt is the peach blossom debt. No matter how big the problem is, it's not like there is no king on hand."
Meng Qinghe said it casually.
At this point, he thought that the woman Ji Mingzong was talking about was just one of the many women outside.
Until he met Ji Lan
Until he met Ji Lan at Ji's house.
He wanted to engrave the words moral decay on Ji Mingzong's epitaph.
"Those who sleep here are morally corrupt"