Chapter 86 Ji Lan has a special position
“What should I do?” Xu Ying was anxious.
"Don't worry, I'll think of a way." Ji Lan lifted the quilt and stood up, rubbed his head. After washing and going downstairs, he grinded a cup of black coffee and drank it while leaning on the table. His mind was racing, thinking. It is a relationship that can be walked in the middle.
Finally, a phone call was made to Ji Xian.
The other side picked up, his voice was hazy, as if he hadn't woken up yet.
"Did I disturb you?"
"It's okay, what's wrong?" Ji Xian's voice was hoarse.
Ji Lan heard the rustling sound of turning over from this side.
"The studio has a film for review, but it got stuck. I wanted to ask if you have any resources in this area that I can use."
"From radio and television?"
"Yeah," Ji Lan responded.
Ji Xian calmed down and sobered up. He had socialized until about three o'clock last night and stayed with the group of partners in the smoky K for several hours. Everyone was confused at this time.
"I'll ask Dad."
"How about I ask? It will be easier for me to open my mouth. Then my dad will say that you worry about everything," Ji Lan said tentatively. After all, it was his own business.
Moreover, Ji Hongyi was quite dissatisfied with Ji Xian for helping her in everything. He couldn't bear to see his son's family being short-lived and loving.
Ji Xian was silent: "Ask in person, I will make arrangements first."
Ji Lan hummed and hung up the phone. Half an hour later, Ji Xian called in: "Dad has a dinner party tonight, at No. 11 Huainan Road. Let's make an appointment to meet him by chance."
"Okay," Ji Lan said with joy on his face.
Ji Hongyi is a person who loves face most. If he said it in private, he might be blocked by force, but if outsiders are around, it must be done.
In the evening, Ji Lan packed up and went out. Ji Xian made a reservation in advance at No. 11 Huainan Road, a small bungalow with a small courtyard. There were a few stray cats roaming in the courtyard. In the house, servants carried trays and passed them around through the corridor partition window. vegetable.
The people who come here to socialize are either rich or noble. The waiter has no idea how high-ranking people are sitting in the box.
Service matters in the private room, such as serving dishes and serving dishes, are usually done by their own people.
Outsiders can't even get in.
It's one thing to be highly private, but it's another thing to be defensive.
In the small bag on the second floor, Ji Xian finished ordering food and looked at Ji Lan who was sitting opposite. Seeing Ji Lan leaning on the railing and looking at the cat in the yard below, he asked lazily: "Do you like cats?"
"Just so so, I just find it interesting."
Ji Xian's eyes returned from Mao'er downstairs to Ji Lan: "It's rare to hear something interesting from you."
There was a time in Beijing and Hong Kong when it was popular among wealthy families to keep cats and dogs, and Ji Xian wanted Ji Lan to keep one too.
What did she say then?
"You've already been living under someone else's roof, and you're dragging a beast with me to look at people's looks?"
"It's good if I can support myself."
"Following me is also a sin."
Now, as soon as Ji Rourou came back, she left the Ji family, her situation changed as she pleased, and her thoughts changed greatly.
"If you like it, buy one."
"There is already one," Ji Lan responded casually.
"Where is it?" Ji Xian was startled, not knowing when Ji Lan got a cat.
Ji Lan realized that she had said the wrong thing and changed the topic: "There are stray cats in the company."
Ji Xian laughed, propped up his head and rubbed his temples. When he tilted his head, his gold-rimmed eyes reflected the light under the illumination of the ceiling lamp. Unlike Ji Mingzong's domineering and stiff look, Ji Xian always had a soft light about him.
Gives people a sense of stability and peace of mind.
The two of them chatted and the meal ended happily. When they left the private room, Ji Lan asked the front desk staff for some cat snacks and squatted in the yard to feed the kitten.
Ji Xian stood far to one side, holding a mobile phone to answer the call. When Ji Hongyi came out of the bungalow, Sun Luo saw Ji Lan first. This woman was wearing a long white dress spread on the grass, playing with some wild cats in the yard.
It's like a fairy or a god, and the beauty is unrealistic.
"Mr. Ji, Miss Lan."
Ji Hongyi followed Sun Luo's gaze and looked over. Just when he was about to call someone, a voice came from the right.
"Xiao Xian is here too?"
"Having a meal with Lanlan, dad is here to socialize?"
"Yes," Ji Hongyi nodded warmly.
Ji Lan seemed to hear the sound and looked back. Seeing Ji Hongyi's presence, he was vaguely surprised and stepped forward.
Guaiqiao said hello.
"Why do you want to eat here?" Ji Hongyi's eyes fell on Ji Lan, a little confused.
"I made an appointment with some leaders of radio and television to have dinner here, but they couldn't come at the moment. My brother happened to be nearby, so I called him over."
Ji Lan's words made things clear in a few words.
The person next to Ji Hongyi said casually: "Which leader? With such a big face, you dare to let go of the Ji family's pigeons."
Ji Lan lowered his eyes and smiled inwardly, thinking that this boss can handle it. His next sentence was undoubtedly a refreshing breath of fresh air for himself.
"In officialdom, there are always appropriate and inappropriate times for dealing with favors and interests. I blame my own incompetence."
She pretended to lower her posture.
Seeing Ji Lan like this, the group of people behind her had all kinds of strange thoughts in their minds. They looked at her with either sympathy or scrutiny.
And whether it is sympathy or appreciation, it is inseparable from watching a play.
Among the wealthy and aristocratic families, whose scriptures are not several feet thick when picked up?
Ji Hongyi's face darkened slightly and he looked at Sun Luo: "Go and visit."
"Understood, Mr. Ji."
When Sun Luo responded, his eyes swept over Ji Lan, inexplicably feeling that this was another weak knife stabbed by Ji Lan.
When the show was over, Ji Hongyi arranged for everyone to leave. When his eyes fell on Ji Lan, the latter spoke first: "Let Secretary Sun go back with me! If I remember correctly, Secretary Sun's house is on the same line as Jin Mao Mansion."
"Yes," Sun Luo responded: "I will send Miss Lan back."
Ji Hongyi casually warned: "Pay attention to safety."
It was a dark night in Beijing and Hong Kong, and at eight o'clock sharp, it was the time when traffic was heavy. We drove back to Jinmao Mansion from Huainan Road, a total distance of 19 kilometers, but the journey did not take more than forty minutes.
Ji Lan sat in the passenger seat, holding his head and saying nothing.
Sun Luo's hand holding the steering wheel was sweating again and again. His intuition told him that Ji Lan couldn't just ask him to take him home.
The family business cannot escape these human relationships, and as the boss's special secret, how to deal with these relationships is also a matter of knowledge.
Although Ji Lan is not favored in the Ji family, she has a special position. She affects Ji Hongyi's direct interests, and whether she is favored or not can change at will in various situations.
If she goes up, one word from her can make her position unstable.
If so, he can pretend the person does not exist.
"Is Secretary Sun married?" The sudden voice broke the silence in the carriage.
"I'm married and my child is in kindergarten."
"Secretary Sun got married very early?"
"Yes, we got married at the age of twenty-five," Sun Luo responded truthfully.
"Which kindergarten does the child go to?"
"Public government near home."
"Are you interested in Beijing-Hong Kong International Kindergarten?"