Chapter 87 Are you focusing on getting men?
"Miss Lan, if you have anything to do, you can give me direct instructions."
"Assistant Sun," Ji Lan was a little surprised when he saw that the person spoke straightforwardly, without any undercurrent of officialdom and favors: "You will make me feel very insecure."
"Trust should be based on interests, right?"
Of course Sun Luo knew this truth, but truth is truth and reality is reality. The relationship between the Ji family is intricate and complicated. Two words cannot explain it. The third son wins the title of heir. On the surface, the relationship between the eldest brother and the second brother is harmonious, but in fact, in private They all take a lot of precautions against each other.
Ji Hongyi and Deng Yi were a model couple outside. Away from the crowd, the two of them might not have exchanged a word.
As for the relationship between the Ji family's first house and Ji Lan, it is even more difficult to understand.
When Ji Lan opened his mouth, it must be because he wanted to ask for something. He didn't leave any excuses for getting benefits from others. Just guarding Ji's family was enough to make him drink.
"I understand what Miss Lan means, but the relationship between the Ji family is complicated. If I gain your interests, it may not be a good thing for you or me."
Sun Luo's position was too high. He had been with Ji Hongyi for many years and won his heart.
No one knows Ji Hongyi's schedule better than him. Deng Yi wants to curry favor, Erfang wants to curry favor, and Ji Lan does the same.
"Really?" Ji Lan raised her head and looked at him: "How many meals has Special Assistant Sun eaten so far?"
Sun Luo was very straightforward: "Eat them all."
"Do you have such a big appetite?"
"Some people are requested by Mr. Ji, and some people are willing to do so." Ji Hongyi knew his situation. Most people wanted to get something from his hands, and he also clearly told him which people's benefits he could take.
He was caught in the middle of various struggles to deliver information, half truth and half falsehood, and did many true and false scenes with Ji Hongyi.
Some people think that they are chess players, but in fact they are just one of many chess pieces on the chessboard.
"What about me?"
"The latter," Sun Luo responded: "I am very optimistic about Miss Hao Lan, and I sympathize with Miss Lan's experience."
"As long as it doesn't touch my vital interests, I promise to know everything Miss Lan wants to ask in the future."
The car drove all the way to the parking lot of Jinmao Mansion. Ji Lan opened the door and got out of the car and stepped into the elevator hall.
The elevator door slowly opened in front of me.
Xu Ying's call came in and Ji Lan answered it. The deafening music gradually disappeared: "Lai Lang."
"Where?"
“Bar Street along the river road.”
When Ji Lan arrived, the night at the Beijing-Hong Kong Bar Street had just begun. She followed the address given by Xu Ying.
An antique courtyard is covered with vines.
In a retro bar decoration, Ji Lan walked in and saw Xu Ying sitting on the bar with her head propped up, the wine glass in her hand wrapped around her fingertips.
"Coming?" Seeing her coming, he moved to his side and asked, "What do you want to drink?"
Ji Lan glanced at the bar menu: "Same as her."
"Let's go out and chat." When the wine was served, Xu Ying took Ji Lan to the Qingba courtyard.
The weather was hot, mosquitoes were flying everywhere, and no one sat in the yard.
Ji Lan knew that Xu Ying had something to do with him, so he endured the situation and sat down, calling the waiter who came to clear the bar and lighting a stick of mosquito coils, which felt like a down-to-earth experience.
"How about it?"
Xu Ying looked anxious and looked at Ji Lan eagerly, waiting for her to respond.
"It's solved."
"Is it safe?"
"Steady," Ji Lan nodded solemnly. She had to be steady. She cared more about whether this matter would succeed than Xu Ying. Xu Ying sighed heavily and looked at Ji Lan who was hesitant to speak: "There is something I don't know whether I should say."
"Say what you want to say."
"Do you think He Feng didn't do this?"
"Who is that?"
In the teahouse along the river, Zhao Jiahuai stood by the window holding a cigarette, smoking continuously. On the tea table behind him, Ji Mingzong's slender fingertips wandered over the tea set. Not long after, a cup of jasmine-scented tea appeared. Pour it out of the teacup.
After a moment of silence, Zhao Jiahuai turned around slightly, leaning against the window and looking at him: "You need to pave the way for these things. Are you doing it for others' benefit or harming them?"
Love relationships that are connected with ethics and morals are bound to not last long. Now he is paving the way for others in every detail. If he leaves in the future, what is the difference between this and peeling off another girl's skin?
"Ji Lan is in the Ji family, so she just has to be obedient. If the Ji family has a conscience and finds a good family for her to marry, with her own intelligence, she will have no problem with prosperity and wealth in this life. However, she is very ambitious. And the means are not high."
Ji Mingzong interrupted him slowly: "For a young girl in her early twenties, how high-minded do you want her to be?"
Zhao Jiahuai choked, was he protecting him? ? ?
"Even if your means are not high and you want to hang out in the mall, you should be able to solve this problem yourself, right?"
"No one is protecting you?" Ji Mingzong glanced at Zhao Jiahuai calmly.
"Okay, okay," Zhao Jiahuai finally understood. Ji Mingzong's head was a bit big.
"Mr. Zhao, Mr. Jiang is here," Zhang Ying knocked on the door and came in to inform outside the box.
Zhao Jiahuai put half of the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray.
"Thanks to Dong Ji, I have endless worries every day."
Next door to the box, Zhao Jiahuai pushed the door open and went in. Jiang Shaoding, who was sitting on a chair, saw someone coming and stood up to greet him. Zhao Jiahuai stretched out his hand and pressed it in the air to signal him to sit down.
"I'll make a long story short," Zhao Jia went straight to the point: "Lanying Media's film has been suppressed. As an investor, should Mr. Jiang deal with it?"
Suppressed?
When did it happen?
Jiang Shaoding looked at Zhao Jiahuai in surprise: "I would like to ask, Mr. Zhao cares so much about Ji Lan, right?"
Jiang Shaoding didn't say what the relationship was, but Zhao Jiahuai understood.
"Mr. Jiang only needs to do his part, and there is no need to worry too much about the rest."
This reminder is neither light nor heavy.
But it was enough to make Jiang Shaoding interested.
The two parted from the teahouse, and Jiang Shaoding left. The driver drove no more than a few hundred meters away. He held his head and looked out the window with a headache. This sight made him sober instantly.
"parking."
A soft shout made the driver slam on the brakes. Before asking why, Jiang Shaoding opened the door and got out of the car, crossed the road and entered an antique courtyard.
Ji Lan was chatting with Xu Ying at this time, and dark clouds came down behind him.
She looked back in surprise and saw Jiang Shaoding standing behind him with a gloomy face.
"Mr. Jiang, is something wrong?"
Jiang Shaoding pulled up the chair next to him and sat down, looking at Ji Lan nakedly: "Has the film been suppressed?"
"Is Mr. Jiang so well-informed?"
"It's hard not to be well-informed," after all, you have a good thigh hug.
Among the wealthy young men in Beijing and Hong Kong, Zhao Jiahuai is the main leader. Those who get close to him are those who want to start a career or are currently working on a career. The other wave of people who are eating, drinking and having fun can't even get close to them.
But by chance, Ji Lan hugged Zhao Jiahuai's thigh.
Jiang Shaoding asked the waiter for a glass of wine, and looked at Ji Lan with a serious expression on his face: "Ji Lan, I see you are not stupid. Are you focusing on getting married to men?"
There is another chapter waiting for me to write