Chapter 67: An adopted daughter, letting her marry into a rich family is to promote her
Just as Meng Qinghe came in, Ji Mingzong happened to answer the phone.
He washed his hands and took out a paper towel to dry the water stains on his hands. Seeing the man's expression was calm, he was a little curious: "Whose phone number is it?"
"From the Ji family."
Meng Qinghe understood: "That's no wonder."
It’s difficult to comment on the relationship between Ji Mingzong and the Ji family. When he sent him abroad, they said it was a change of environment. When he went abroad, the Ji family also arranged a private butler and driver. However, in the end, it was discovered that the driver was in the second room and the personal housekeeper was in the first room. .
Stare him until there is no way out.
This kind of thing won't happen if parents are happy.
You have been indifferent for more than ten years, but now you are older and you know the relationship?
When a child dies, you know it’s milked; when a car hits a tree, you know it’s turned around.
What did you do when you were alive?
"The Fifth Ring Road made an appointment to sign the contract tomorrow?" Meng Qinghe said while handing the soup to Ji Mingzong: "The Tang family has been very popular in Nancheng recently. Nancheng is adjacent to the port, and the import and export trade has a good momentum. No wonder the old lady wants to win over."
"Although your mother is not a good person, I have to say that every step she takes is based on the family line, and she is far-sighted and shrewd."
Mr. Ji's success back then was inseparable from the contribution of the old lady. After all, the old Buddha of the Ji family was thoughtful and far-sighted, and every step he took was based on the family's lifeline.
Take the Tang family as an example. As long as we establish a long-term cooperative relationship with the Tang family, Maosheng Pharmaceutical's import and export business will be greatly facilitated, and Fuyuan Real Estate's overseas projects will also be expanded.
As long as these two industries are operational, Hengli Bank will not have to worry about running out of money.
Look, how appropriate is this wave of wooing?
"I don't think Tang Zhiyi is ugly. How about you get in touch? Win over the Tang family and sow discord and kill people with a knife?"
Ji Mingzong glanced at him nonchalantly: "I'm looking for you today just for this matter."
"Are you really willing?" Meng Qinghe was startled.
"You are more suitable," Ji Mingzong looked at him: "Think about it?"
"I won't consider it," Meng Qinghe refused flatly: "I don't sell myself as an artist."
"If you don't sell yourself, you can act in every situation, this is the number," Ji Mingzong held out two fingers.
"You want to get rid of me for twenty million? What do you think of me?"
Ji Mingzong looked at him with a smile, his raised fingertips showing no intention of falling down.
Meng Qinghe was a little in disbelief: "Two hundred million?"
"Consider it?"
Meng Qinghe: How tempting!
Damn it!
He thought about it for a while and thought: "I have done good deeds and accumulated merit in my life, and I deserve this money."
"Yes," Ji Mingzong nodded seriously: "You deserve it."
"Establish a written evidence," he knew Ji Mingzong. This person would not do anything counterfeit. The opportunity was right in front of him. If he couldn't seize it, he was incompetent.
"She can't help it. The Ji family has raised her for so many years and carefully trained her so that she can receive the best education and see the best of the world. It's not for nothing."
In the evening, Ji Mingzong returned to Ji's home.
As soon as I entered the manor, the old lady's quiet voice came through the house, with a slight air of superiority and coldness.
He calmed down and entered the house. When the servant saw him at the door, he was about to call someone.
He was interrupted by Ji Mingzong raising his hand.
"What's bothering you?" Ji Mingzong's gentle voice reached the old lady's ears.
When the latter heard the sound, his face lit up with joy.
Smiling like a flower, she stood up and faced him: "I thought you would be a little later."
"I have some free time. It's a little early. Do I bother you?" Ji Mingzong stretched his trouser legs and sat on the sofa on one side.
Shu Wen went to pour tea.
The smile on the old lady's face did not diminish: "What did you say? How could a mother find her son disturbing?" Ji Mingzong leaned over to hold the cup, hiding the smile on his lips. If he hadn't known it well, he would have almost done it. I was fooled by the old lady's serious answer.
"It's natural," he changed the subject: "I just heard you say that after careful training, there is a rebellious son in the Ji family?"
The old lady sighed: "I'm not exactly a traitor."
Ji Mingzong took a sip of tea and waited for the old lady's next words.
"Nancheng is close to the sea. The Tang family occupies most of the docks in Nancheng. It happens that your father has some friendship with Mr. Tang. I just want to stabilize this relationship. The country is vigorously promoting import and export trade. This will be an inevitable trend in the future. Land transportation and train transportation The cost is too high. If Jijia’s import and export business can be carried out overseas, the cost will be greatly saved.”
"I wanted to bring you and Tang Zhiyi together, but since you don't like it, I have to think of other ways."
Ji Mingzong didn't answer the first half of her sentence, but asked: "Who do you like?"
"Who can it be?" The old lady took a sip of tea and said, "The only person in the entire Ji family that can be taken advantage of now is the adopted daughter of the Ji family's eldest son."
The strings in Ji Mingzong's mind suddenly tightened.
The movement of bending down to put the cup froze.
Are you targeting Ji Lan?
Is this because she failed to deal with him and turned to fall in love with his woman?
Trying to pick them up?
The old lady didn't notice Ji Mingzong's stiff look and said to herself: "But this girl has a temper. I'm worried that she won't be so obedient."
Shu Wen stood aside and took in Ji Mingzong's expression.
I was thinking about the relationship between this man and Ji Lan.
"What if you don't obey?" Ji Mingzong asked.
"For an adopted daughter to marry into a rich family, it's just to promote her."
"Indeed," Ji Mingzong suppressed the storm in his heart: "Excellent."
What he said meant something.
His feelings for the Ji family are hard to describe.
Whether he likes him or not, he was born into the Ji family.
In this life, I have finally met a woman I like, but she is also missed by the Ji family.
Ji Mingzong was upset, very upset.
He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it in front of the old lady, with the familiar gesture of a long-time smoker.
The old lady stopped chatting with him about Ji Lan and asked in surprise: "When did you start smoking?"
Ji Mingzong took a deep breath of cigarette and glanced at Shu Wen, who knowingly handed over an ashtray. The man tapped the ashes and said, "Teenage."
The old lady's heart twitched: "Ming Zong."
"It's because I don't care about you enough," the old man said with a heartbroken look on his face.
At this time, whenever he has some scruples, he will say something polite, such as: "This is a personal preference and has nothing to do with you."
For another example, give her a few words of comfort.
But today, Ji Mingzong felt angry. The old lady's hand was stretched out in front of Ji Lan. She was thinking about him. Why should he want to make things easier for others?
She was afraid that the knife she stabbed was not deep enough and would not hurt her heart.
"I'm used to it," he said.
The implication of these words is that you really don't care enough about me, but it's not just once or twice. I'm used to it.
"Mingzong, do you blame me?"
Ji Mingzong puffed out smoke, and the thin mist opened to block the contempt in his eyes.
"Don't think too much."
After finishing speaking, he put out his cigarette and said, "I'm going to see the old man."
The broad back disappeared from sight, and the old lady leaned on the sofa and stroked her forehead, with a sad look on her face.