Chapter 98 A man who is in love is easiest to be manipulated
Mr. Ji was very angry.
It was not his wish to be born into the Ji family, and he has been trying his best to get out of the control of the Ji family these years.
He thought he would succeed soon, but Ji Lan's words today pulled him into the abyss again.
Like Mrs. Ji?
How is this different from insulting him?
Even if you think you have escaped some things, there will still be traces in the eyes of outsiders.
"It's just Lou Yi's comment. Maybe it's my misunderstanding," Ji Lan responded lightly.
The nonchalant response could not soothe the dampness in Ji Mingzong's heart. The man smiled lightly and lost his thoughts on eating.
He stood up and left, promising not to return that night.
The black Maybach drove away from Lanting Villa. Yan Hui held the steering wheel. The smell of smoke came from his breath and he couldn't help but look up at the back seat.
How else could we say it was from the top?
After having a meeting all night, I left the penthouse suite of Fengming Capital Building unfinished and had to go back to Lanting Villa. I went back as soon as I got back, and even went to the City God Temple with others.
In the final analysis, it is still tough to talk.
This is almost like becoming a real wife.
I drag my tired body sleeplessly to accompany the beautiful woman for a walk.
During the break at the red light, Yan Hui stepped on the brakes and held the steering wheel, wondering about his boss's thoughts.
Before he could figure it out, a cold voice sounded from the back seat, as if he was asking someone else: "The matter of Ji Lan's prime time has not been decided yet?"
On the other side, Zhao Jiahuai had just woken up, and his three souls and six souls had just returned to their places. Before he even started working, he was asked by Ji Mingzong. He sighed helplessly and lit a cigarette: "It's decided, starting at the end of the month."
"Is there any change?" Zhao Jiahuai asked.
However, as soon as he said these words, there was endless silence waiting for him.
Ji Mingzong is a man with a clear hierarchy in his bones.
Even if those in authority and their subordinates can talk freely, they are still dwarves in the final analysis. Zhao Jiahuai took a deep breath of cigarette and looked at the time: "I'll go ask about the situation and I'll get back to you in a moment."
After hanging up Ji Mingzong's phone, he contacted Jiang Shaoding.
He hadn't woken up yet, and his tone was a little dazed when he answered the phone.
Zhao Jiahuai chatted with someone for a few words, and then Jiang Shaoding figured out his purpose and said bluntly: "The prime time is stable, but the data may not be stable. It is normal for Ji Lan to be worried."
Zhao Jiahuai thought, yes!
Fengming Capital is probably very busy again.
On July 24th, as the movie was about to be released, Ji Lan took Shi An and others on a road show. In some places in Beijing and Hong Kong, Ji Lan followed if he could, and left those who couldn't to Xu Ying. Often when he returned home, his body would be dry with sweat. A few rounds.
Ji Mingzong seems to be very busy recently, and the two have not been in contact for several days.
That afternoon, the Beijing-Hong Kong-Huai'an section was closed due to commercial activities, and Ji Lan spent a lot of money to create data.
The entire street was surrounded by water, real fans and fake fans gathered around shouting Shi An's name at the top of their lungs, crazily squeezing the security guards on the roadside until they couldn't move.
The reporters gathered around had already written press releases and were waiting for the event to begin, taking photos and starting to send them out.
And what a coincidence, across the street is the famous old villa area in Beijing and Hong Kong.
The mansions of the last century have been passed down to today and have become various private clubs.
When the deafening shouts reached the box, the men sitting at the round table were chatting and laughing about the matter.
"This battle is no worse than chasing the King of Heaven when we were young!"
"Nowadays, these young people are good-looking and have good acting skills. If the company packages their characters a little bit and presents them to the public, they will be a cash cow, and fans will pay for them."
"I would say that the media industry will be the best-selling channel in the next ten years."
Someone echoed: "Who says it's not?"
"Which company is it?"
On one side, the secretary waiting on the side told: "It is said to be a small company called Lanying Media? It is run by the adopted daughter of Maosheng Pharmaceutical Ji." The fingertips of the man holding a cigarette at the head of the round table trembled slightly.
He turned slightly sideways, revealing a sharp jawline to Zhang Ying beside him. The latter understood, nodded and got up to go out.
"Why is Special Assistant Zhang gone?" Someone in the box noticed Zhang Ying's departure and asked.
Ji Mingzong smiled lightly, stretched out his hand to light the ashes on the ashtray: "I have something to do at home, go out and make a phone call."
"Teshu Zhang is married?"
"Married," Ji Mingzong responded, and then changed the topic quietly: "I heard that Secretary Lin's son is studying finance and is about to graduate? Does he have a favorite company?"
In 2010, the financial industry was gaining momentum. As soon as Fengming Capital settled in Beijing and Hong Kong, it won a number of major investment cases, with both domestic and foreign efforts, attracting a lot of attention.
More people want to get on the line.
As a senior investor, Ji Mingzong has a sharp eye. Although his identity is unknown, it is not difficult to see that he is dignified and dignified. It does not look like he has accumulated money the day after tomorrow, but rather seems to be brought from his bones.
Just sitting quietly gives people an invisible deterrent.
His inquiry was undoubtedly an olive branch.
But this olive branch cannot be accepted openly in front of everyone: "My son is so ambitious and has unstable thoughts. As a father, I can't figure it out."
"Boys, it's a good thing to be alert," Ji Mingzong responded in an official tone.
When the dinner ended, Ji Mingzong stood in the yard and said goodbye to everyone. They often had to talk for a few words before getting in the car.
In half an hour, he had scattered half a pack of cigarettes.
Zhang Ying hurried back and saw people off.
The meeting ended just as the black Maybach crossed the block and squeezed onto another street under the dusk sunset.
Ji Mingzong watched from a distance as Xu Ying led people into the car, while Ji Lan stayed behind to clean up the scene.
Half an hour later, traffic on the street resumed, and Mr. Ji sat in the car and called Ji Lan.
The man holding the cell phone looked through the dark glass window at Ji Lan, who was standing on the street talking to his subordinates. He thought she would answer the phone, but the man picked up the cell phone, looked at it, and hung up the phone neatly. .
Ji Mingzong raised the corners of his lips and sneered.
He ordered Yan Hui in a cold tone: "Hang the horn."
Dudu——two short horn sounds sounded, and Ji Lan glanced sideways.
Ji Mingzong seemed to know that she would look over, and the car window was half lowered, revealing half of his face, and his eyes looking at her were dark and unclear.
As night fell, Ji Lan got into the car with her bag in hand. She was covered in sweat and her white shirt was stained on her back. She was in a miserable state.
"Hang up my phone?" Ji Mingzong stared at her, his tone chilling.
"I'm explaining things to someone," Ji Lan responded calmly.
This person may have something to do with the environment in which she grew up. She has only a few relatives and can go without contact with the people around her for a long time, no matter who she is with.
Ji Mingzong didn't show up in the past few days, and she didn't get a single call.
Not to mention caring and greetings.
Chapter 98: Men who are in love are the easiest to manipulate.
Ji Lan was hanging him so close and not far away, which made him feel uncomfortable even if he didn't say it.
Yan Hui realizes that his mood is wrong and raises the barrier.
However, just after the barrier was halfway through, Ji Mingzong reached out and pressed Ji Lan's sweaty neck and brought him forward. The moment his thin lips covered him, Ji Lan dodged slightly and pushed him away: "No, I'm sweating."
However, this push and push sounded to Ji Mingzong's ears as nothing more than an excuse to reject him.
After she paused for a moment, the man kissed her more and more crazily. The kiss was heavy, urgent, and full of anger.
(End of chapter)